Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-27

was g cry from A'llrndSSuSP
AT which, regret 10 say, Mfi Desm6nd
gives way 10 most lIiseenlly niirth. 'aneyer
dreamed should attain 10 such great glory,H
he says. 4 feel like the rapt one ot the
godlike forehead.
You mag, says the younger Miss 1leres.
ford, who has awakened from the dim dusk
Of sfaerie lands forloEnn 10 the clearer light
Of earth. "YOn may witbePSglg, feel
like Il, but yon certainly don't toGt like il. !,
liam not c0mplete, T. know thal,r says
Mr.. Desmond, still full OF unholy enjoy
ment, II lack bright Ap0llo's lutte strung
with his hair, but II son will wait alnoment
viii rhn back to Cooie aid get the nearest
thing 10 IL
lie turns as II 20 fulali his words, but Kit
stops him,
Don't go she says, laughing gayly, now
herself Even the very original lutte would
not transform YOU into goo. Stay II you
want to, After all, now am again In my
senses, j dare say you are % good to talk 10
as heathen deity
"0h, n0,p says Mr.. Desmond humbiy,
"They always numbered when they spokei
so think how imposing aiid convincing their
arguments must have been n
"Hurrld, should think, Y says Kit. "And
now tell me what brought you herer'
This IS abrupt, but, taking her III hef own
mood, Desmond answers, blnntlyr=
Monica
''She told YOU to e0meg'
aNo. But ! want to see herr
s'She has gone 10 her ROOM
Make her lenve 1t again. Tell her / cans
not rest until see her; tell her anythingt
only bring her 10 me Cor even one short mo-
menkH
"But tits sonfe time since left hert per
haps she Is ia bed,
"But not asleep yet, surely. She loves
you, Kilt Induce her, then, to come to her
window, that may even catch a glimpse OF
her, IL may not speak with her. But she
cannot be IN bed; II Is so early" says Mr.
Desmond, desperately.
well, says Kit relenting, and striving
TO forget the blank occasioned by the substi.
tuition OF an ordinary Desmond for an ex.
haordlnary deity 9TH see what can be
donep
You will, y eagerly, "really?p
eyes, really. 1 Will stand your friend"
says Kit, solemnlS feeling now that, even
IL the old gods have denied her al intimate
acquaintance with theni still they have der
voted her 10 tho service of Cupid, and have
secretly commanded her tohelp on the mach
ilititlollS VI Ills AldNlkilty
t'Then will you tell her / want to see her
here gl0t0-for only bare second II she
so wills it2 Will you tell her this from me2
Dear Kit, sleeet Kit, / entreat you to do
thls.n
1Ohi how sweet am when YOU want me
20 do something for youIs says she, with d
, little smile. wfherel / can see through You
as clearly as though you we're crystal but
al hatro
good III you tn fall HI love with my Monica. !"
Others can fall III love with her, too, " re-
turns he, with moody jealousy
'Ah, yesi saw that, says Kit, lifting
her hands exeltedlN a
'Who could fall 10 see il? Who could fail
to love her? says Desmond, sadly Then,
being ia such very poor ease, and looking
sofT0wfully, for comfort from any source,
however small, he says, nervcusly,--
kit, answer me huthfully You have
sworn to be my friend; tell me, then, which
do po1, count the better man, ,--him, or meY''
But that assnss of honor forbids him TO
pry into bis loves secret thoughts he would
have asked whom she counted the better
man.
tYou," says Kit, calmly. 81 hays no
doubt about it, hate fat men, and so does
Monica. i have Leard her say SO, over and
over agi!A.D
oh, Kill what dear little girl yOu are r.
says Mr. Desmond, with grateful fervor.
Well, I'm glad You like ms" says Kit,
'sbecause''- -franki kiy-s.I like you. II was
very good Of you to lend that gun to Terry
/ hayeh'tfoTgotten that, though, goodness
knows, only hope he won't do himself to
death with it2 (she delights In old-world
i s.l.,.
for loving Monica. Isn't She" laying her
I hand upon his arm, and looking trustfully
into his eyes, isn't she pretty2'
She Is like an angel, says Desmond,
| feeling all his heart 90 ont TO the fragile,
ethereal-looking child before him, as he
I listens to her praises Of her sister.
Tor q saint, perhaps, Monica Is d sanity
name. Was she not the mother Of ST. An.
gustlne?s Says Kit, quickly After the old
gods, q passion for the saints, and theirlilles
4 anl roses ana fieFy trials, anifnates b rclilld.
4 isli bosom. '0hi aud that reminds me, = she
/ SAYS; "she told mc to bring her IN q lily,
4 fresh with dew, -One OF those lilies over
lheTe iii tliat dark corner DO YOU see them,
tall and whitegf
II see. Let me pick one FOR her. Here
take II to her, and, laying his lips upon II
'stllis withit"
~ will And now let me run in and II,
4 my utmost 10 persuade herto come ont here
\ But, doubtfuIiy as she remembers how
Monica refused with studied coIdness X
/ meet his parting glance at the barracks /
I few hours ago, 'do not be too sure OF hel
coming She maj refuse, yon know. Sh,
4 ia peculiar III many ways, and she thinks
/ herself bound IN honor Ia Aunt Priscilla n0
I to look At you Bat stay here, just IN thii
! spot and think all the time thai am doins
4 my very best fory0u.n
Her little face Is so earnest as she says al
tfls, SO fearful that he may have tgendufs
disappointment, that be Is greatly touched
Pushing beck her hair from her forehead
\ With both hands, lie lays light but loving
4 kiss upon her brow 8
Go my best friend | trust ali to yoti.
1 he says, after which the slender sprift
I springs away from him. aud, entering the
shadows beyond. Is soon lost 10 him.
Reachngl the house. she mounts the stairs
with swift bnt silent Footsteps, and, after I
nervous hesitation before the door OK heI
aunt Priselilas room, fInds herself once
again face 10 face wlsi Meplea That pret
\ ty cause Of al this plotting IS moi ia bed, 4:
Kit had predicted might be tiecase Sliei.
not even nndressed SIlehas only exchanged
I her azure gown for 4 l00ss white m0fnina
robe long and trailing, and lagishlg trim
! pled Al the throat and wrist With sDrle rare
old AIechlin lHee tllat Amt Penelope had
given her 4 week ag0 glad Ia the thought
I that 10 may neichance add aDDller charm II
Ana hMntYt.t ~ l.sar ,ft.s.fg,ta.