Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-03-03

duty for Madame Favart," and the "Bohe-
milan Girl" and Mariana" many a time
and oft.
II have another idea," says Mr.. Kelly, at
this opportune moment.
IF 1t Is as useful as your first, you may
keep it," says Olga, with ~pardonable indig-
nation.
II am misunderstood" says Mr.. Kelly,
mournfully, but with dignity. II shall write
to Miss Montgomery, and ask her to make
another pathetic tale about me. As You ale
bent on trampling upon IN mknown genius,
poor but proud shall not make You ac-
qualnted with this last beautiful thought
which / have evolved from my inner con-
s~ciousness.'
Don't say that! do tell 1t TO u.s." says
Monica, eagerly, and in perfect faith. She
knows less of him than the others, and may
therefore be excused for still believing him.
THANK you, Miss Beresford. You can
soar above a mean desire to crush a rising
power. You have read, OF course, that popu-
lar poem by our poet-laurcate, called
ENID"
Yes says Monica, staring at him.
Il mean the poem in which he has so
faithfully depleted the way In which two
escaped lunatics would be sure to behave II
lelL 10 tllclT OWL utN ICES. iOllSllCltu 40 a.
warning to MS to keep bolts and bars on
Colney Hatch and Hanwell, it may be re-
garded as delicate attention. Dear Tenny-
son! he certainly Is q public benefactor.
There is a scene in that remarkable poem
which | think might suit us. You remem-
Der where, after much wild careering in the
fore ground, the principal idiots decide up
OH riding home together, pilliOn fashiony'
CT think gn - cavG Mnnipa who MAINLY
doesn't, being much confused.
"Then on lis foot she set her own and
climbed,'--and then she drew her arms
round him in a most unmaidenly fashion, If
| r~ecOllect right; but Of course mad people
1ciU be vehement, poor souls; they can't
help it. Now, %supposing we adopted that
scene, wouldn't ii be effective? One Of Mad
anne O'COmnor's big carriage-horSes, II
brought forward, L mean the one that kick
ed over the traces, yesterday would, / firm
~ believe. create quite a sensation, and in
all probability bring down the house
''The stage, certainly" says Desmond.
"Ah! you approve of it, says Kelly, with
suspicious gratitude. Then let us arrange
ii at once. Miss Beresford might throw her
arms round Ryde, for example; that would
be charming"
Desmond looking at this moment as if he
would willingly murder him, Mr. Kelly is
apparently satisfied, and sinks to rest with
his head upon his arms once more. No one
else has heard the suggestions.
II think you might help me, instead Of
giving voice to insane propoSitiO's," says
Olga, reproachfully, turning her eyes upon
Mr.. Kelly's bowed form,-he is lying pros
trate on the grass,-which Is shaking, in a
palsied fashion. IL really did believe you"
she says, whereupon that young man,
springing to his feet, filings his arms wide,
and appeals in an imprisoned manner TO
an umprejudiced public as to whctherh e has
not been racking his brain in her service for
the last half-hOur.
''rhen | wish you would go and rack it in
somebody else'S service" says Mrs. BOhun,
ungratefully.
Hear herr says Mr.. Kelly, gazing slow
Is round him. "She still persists in this Wn-
scemly abuse. She is bent on breaking my
heart and driving sleep from mine eyclidS.
1t is m~gcnerOus,-the more SO that she
knows | have not the courage to tear myself
from her beloved presence. You, ROnaync,
and YOU, ROSsmoyne, can sympathiZc with
me:
Endurance vile here must | wake aud weep,
And all my frowzy couch in sorrow steep"
Fancy a frOwZy couch saturated with tcarsl
you know" reproachfully TO Olga, you
wouldn't like to have to lie on it,"
ooh, do come and sit down near me, and
be silent" says Olga, in desperation.
"NNhy not have II pIay?' says Captain
Cobbctt, who. with Mr.. Rydc, has driven
over from Clonbree.
"The plays the thing, says Brian Des-
mOnd, lazily but, when you are about it,
make il a farce"
"Oh, NOT says Miss Fitzgerald, with q
Mortified gesture; ''dHVthiHg but that! Why
not let us try one of the good old comedies!
THE School for Scandal for eNample.w
"Nhdtr says Mr.. Kelly, very weakly. lie
% plainly quhc overcome by this suggestion.
"Well, why nOt"' demands the fair Bella,
with just a sOupcO1l of aSperity in her tone,
AS much as she ever allows herself when
in the society of men. She makes up fuI
this abstinence by bcstowing a liberal share
of it upon her maid and her mother.
"It'S-it's such a naughty, naughty piece"
says Mr.. Kelly, bashfully, beating an hon
orable retreat from his first meaning.
" Nonsense! One can strike out anything
diStasteful.'
Shades Of Farren-and- Who would
be Lady Lrazle|" says Olga.
81 would" says Bella, modeStly.
THAT is more than good of yOu," says
Olga, casting a curious glance ut her from
under her long lashes. But Thought, per-
hapS- You, Hernia, would You not I'M
dertake it? You know, last season, they
said You WERE
mo, dear, thanks, No, mdecd," with
emphasis.
"CuODctt does Joseph Surface to perfec-
tion,' breaks in Mr.. Ryde, enthusiastically.
"Oh, | say now Ryde! Come, YOU know
this is hardly fair" says the little captain,
coyly, who is looking particularly pinched
and dried to-day, in spite of the hot sun.
There is a satisfied Smirk upon his pale lit
tie lips, and a poor attempt At self-deprecia-
ton about his whole manner.
You know You took 'cm by storm at
Portsmouth last year,-made 'cm laugh like
fun. You should see him." persists Iiyde,
addressing everybody generally.
Perhaps You mean the part of Charles
Surface" says IOnayn2, in some surprise.
"NO. Joseph; the sly one, you know"
says Ryde, chuckling over some recollec-
ton.
"Wcll, it never occurred to me that
JoSeph's part might be termed a funuy
one says Mr.. Kelly, mildly; 'but that
shows how ignorant all we Irish are. Ii
will be very kind of you, Goblet, to en-
tighten us,-tO show us something good, in
fact"
Really, you know, you tiatter me absurd
ly,' says CObbett, the Self-deTreciatiOn
fainter, the smirk broader.
Lord RosSmoyne, whose good temper is
not his strong point, glances angrily at him,
smOtherS an explosive speech, and walks
away with a sheer.
And Sir Peter, who will kindly under
take Sir Peter".' asks Olga, with q smile
that is family sarcastic. Twill you, Owenp
to Mr.. Kelly.
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