Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-06

The deluge, Isuppose, returns hercom.
pani0n, thoaglltfaIly,
What pity you have an uncle at aIl n
SAYS Monica presently "It would be all
right Oaly for hilnn She 0nilts 10 say 4cllnt
Mou'd pc al right but tlls translation Is
simp.e.
-Oh, don't say THAT enttaals Desmond.
who has a wholesome affection for the old
gentleman above at C0ole. "TIe Il the kind.
est cid fellow IA tlie world / think, II you
knew aln. yoll would be very foud OF hiri !
and ItSngs' NE would adore lioit. Ia fact
he Is so kind-heaitHd that I cannot think
how all that unfortunate story about your
naotner ever eatAa abort He looks "a me
as L ifhecoplda't say Boostu goose where a
women wase0ncerned, and set his manner
tonight conslraed everything I heard.
H. confessedY2 in 4 deeply interested
Wei, inst tie same thing. He seemed
distressed about lis own conduct Ia the af.
fair, toe. Rut his manner was odd. thought,
and pc seems as much al daggers drawn
with your aunis as they with him.
That IL cause he Is ashamed Of him.
self One y always hardest on those one
has injured
But tha' y iust Il, says Nh. Desmond,
In q ptlzlleGS Gne n don't believe. honest
IN, he Is 4 bic ashamed 81 himself lie said
Z good deal about his regret, but I could see
he quite gloriea III his crime. And, iii fact,
IcoHldn't discover the smallest trace of re.
morse about hIm.F
He must really DC q very bad Old man.
says Monica, severely, Sim perfectly GER
tain u he were tag uncle should not love
him at all"
aINs,,,k s,,, 4,.t ttyi,o,, ~ t........ = .
yOu will see that / am right, and that be Is
9 very loyable old man, In spite Of alIh
taults.n
Atthis Monica bushes little, and tyirls
her rings round her slender fnrerS IN ain ex-
segs Of shyness, and finally, Ia spite of a
s.ern pressure laid upon herself, gives way
70 mirth.
What are you laughing at nowq'f asks
be, laughing too.
"Aty yOu," casting swift but charming
glance at him from under her long lashes.
You do say such funny things n
"Did YOU hear there Il 10 be an afternoon
lance at the Barracks next weelx9" asks he,
presently. II was at Clonbree on Thursday,
and Cobbett told me about It,
''Who IS CobbettT'
"The captain there, you know. He was
at AghyohiIIDeg yesterday. Didn't YOU see
him, "a little, half-staryad-looklng man.
with skin the color Of his hair, and both
grayPn
Oh, Of course-n0w I remember him.
Jays Monica, this fetching description hay.
ing cleared her memory. aIthonght 90 my
self now odd be and the other man. Mr..
Ryde, looked together, one as big as the
other was little"
II think there Is more matter than brains
about Ryde," says Desmond, contemptu-
3usly, DO you think your aunt will let
you so TO this dance al ClonbreeP0
''Oh, no; am sure not My aunts would
be certain 10 look upon q dance In the Bar
"acks as something too awfally dissipated."
"For one reason 1 should be glad You
didn't go,n =,
"GladP' opening her eyes.
Yes. That fellow Ryde never took his
eyes off you yesterday" b..
rs tlsdt crime?''
I'm my eyes, Ucs" d..
And you would wish me to bs kept q
prisoner at home, just because one man
looked Rt me?'
: ~ don, want any one to look at you but
rue Then he comes little closer to her
Rpd compels her, by the very strength OF
his regard, to let her eyes meet his. ''Do
you Ike Ryder he asks, somewhat serious
ly Monica, answer me.n
II Is the second time he has called her by
her Christian name, and a startled express
sion passes over her face.
We'll, he was very nice to me-" she says,
with studied hesitation that belongs totk1
hEst bit Of cOquetry she has ever practiced
IN her life. She has tasted the sweetness OF
power, and fresh as her knowledge Is, she
estimates the advantage OF 1t to nicely
believe a man has only to be six-feet-
one 70 have every woman In the world IN
love with him, says Desmond, wrathfully,
who Is only fve-feet-eleven.
Il am not exactly In I0Uc with Mr.. Ryde,"
says Monica, sweetly, with ayerted face and
a coy air, assumed for her companions dis
comfitlTe; but"
But uhGtE'
But was going TO say there Is nothing
remarkable In that, as am not In love with
my one, and hope never shall be. Iwon-
der where Kit can have gOne TO; Will you
get mp there, Mi. Desmond, and lookT'
BRsaking on a tiny blade Of grass from the
bank near her, she puts II between her pret.
~ teeth, and slowly nibbles 1t with an air
OF utter Indifference to all the world that
drives Mr.. Desmond nearly out Of his wits.
DlsdaiBtng 70 take any heed Of her notice
TO quit, and quite determined to know the
worst, he says, defantly,--
'Ifyol do go to this dance, may consid.
er ermyself engaged to you for the first waltzp
There Is quite frown upon his face as he
says this; but Il hasn't the faintest effect
upon Monica. She Is snot at all impressed,
and IS, in fact, enjoying herself Immensely.
w 90, which Is more than improbable,
shall certainlylot dance with you at all, |"
she says, calmly, because Aunt Priscilla
will be there too, and she would not hear Of
my doing even amid quadFllle with Des-
mOnd'
II see,p with melancholy assumption OF
composure. AL your dances, then are to
be preserved for Ryde.
III Mr. Ryde asks me 70 dance, Of course
1 shall not refuse.'
'Yon mean to tell me''--eyen the poor as.
sumption is now gone that you are going
20 give him dH and me TOHegs
"A shall not give anyone an; how can yon
talk like that? But cannot defy Aunt Prls-
ella. IT Is very unkind OF YOU to desire II.
l suppose YOU think / should enjoy being
toiuented from morning till night an about
Your
"Certainly not don't want you 10 be
sormented on any account, and, above all,
on mine,p very stifiy. 10 prevent any.
hing Of the kind, ! shall not 20 to Cobbetts
iance.n
III you choose to get into bad temper
can'thelp you"
\ II am not III a bad temper, and even IL Il
were have cause. But It Is not temper
will prevent my going TO the Barracks"
what theng'
why should Igo there 70 he made mis-
erables Y0u can so and dance with Ryde
10 your hearts content, but / shall spare
myself the pain Of seeing you. Did YOU say
YOU wanted your sister? Shall call her
now9 am sure you mtst want to 20 home. z
II don't she says, unexpectedly; and
then little smile Of conscious triumph
wreathes her lips as SHE looks at him, stand
ing moody and detected before her. Al word
from her will transform him ana now, tie