Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-20


You know very we'll what gou confessed
while ago, chat that tipas cere'f I'hcfsF'
"Whcrer
Flirting with Olga ysohunF
'sWhatPV
sR0n did. you know sou did Oh, what
ncrheyi Only moment since SOU declared
II openly, khamelessly, and now sou deny
sitl WhN j WOulGnit haze believed III even.
Of UoaL How cQn you pretend 70 forget ltg'
But that there are tears born Of real emo
tion ln her great es'es. mr. Desmond would
assuredly believe SHE Is maklng q vast Joke
az his expense, So innocent is he OF any or
fense
IL BY S0-.t9 - llllat ma Ylod, p ne says.
calmly you have lnetannrphosed any
speech OF mine into 4 deelalnlt0n relative s0
iirtallon with Mrs. B0nun, you have done
an llilcommonly clever thing. You have
turned lie into truth. I never said eyen
one spoony word 70 0lga Bohun'ln an iny
life"
Then Why In s still much-aggrleyed
tone, but with strong sym ptoms 0f relenting,
'adid you say you werey'
" don't remember saying II at al, Y says
/ poor Mr., Desmond who has forgotten Oh
about his interrupted remark.
Then what were you saying to Olga just
/ rs came thF 49,
''0hl Tint Frightening into a remem.
bEance os the past by thegreatest good luck,
Or the quarrel might have proved final one
/ (Which would have been sad pity, as SO
many right good ones Follow no, 'sHOu
! stopped me Just now whom was going TO
4 tell you about It. When you came this eYen-
ing | was dancing with Olga, and talking Ia
/ her OF UOll 1t was some small consultations y
"But You were smiling al her, says Nloni.
CO, faltering and Whispering 10 her gBhts.
/ peiyRa@
'of you. You believe Ine2 Monica, look
at me. DO you know really think that ~
\ But this valuable thought Is forever lost
| Glancing az mis- compalll0n, he secs change
| come over the spirit Of her face. Her eyes
! brighten; but not with pleasurable anticipa-
/ ton. Quite the reverse. She lays her hand
/ saddenly upon his arm, and gazes Into the
! ianding-place beneath
There IS Aunt Priscilla ~ she SAYS III an
/ awe-strnok tone. ''She has Just come out
| Of that room. She Ii, / I,nolD, IA guilty
4 conscience making a coward Of her. --tlOok-
| ing for ms She may come here Go, gop'
"Blit can't leave yon here alonen
] Yes, you can, you can, indeed Only try
! It. Mr.. Desmond, plcase go.n This she
\ says SO anxiously that he at once decides
| (thoHgh with the utmost reluctance) there
! Is nothing left him but to obey.
Now Mr.. Kelly, when he quilted the fatal
staircase proceeds toR certain corner and
sooq discovers thst bis near nelghbors are
the deadly enemies Of an hour gone, e.,
| Mrs. Bohun and Ullc Ronayne.
! No faintest trace OF spleen is 10 be dis.
covered in their tones. All Is once more
sunshine. Past storms are forgotten. They
have evidently been carrying on their dis
| cussion for considerable time whilst dane
] ing because IL Is only the very end of Il that
| Is reserved for Mr. Kely's de!ectatlon. He,
! poor man, is hemmea in on every side, and
] finds to his horror he cannot make his
] escape. This being so, he resigns himself
with grim sense of Irony to the position
allotted him by fate, and, being a careful
man. makes up his mind, too, to derive what
amusement from It that he can
$50 you see everything depends upon
! Judgment" says the fair widow, tanning
herself languidly, but smiling archly.
"A good deal, certainly"
! "EUeTythiItg, I say Determination 10
succeed, and the power to do It, are strcng
1 IN themselves; but JUDGMENT tempers all
things. And how few possess all threem
CONTINUED Next Week.)