The Chanute times., 1900-11-02
CHAPTER Iv.-(Continued.)

wen, tne only tnlnS 10 DO was u ndht
the best of things, and be as happy as
circumstances would permit. But this
was easier said than done; there was
not soul in Chalfont she liked or
trusted, and time hung heavily on her
hands, for she could not always be
With the Anstruther's. even had ma
dame allowed it, and no one else came
near them. Madame had she known
1t, was in rather difficulty. She great
ly valued the Anstruthers' acquaint-
ance, making point Of stopping to
speak whenever she met them in Rev.
erton, and hoping those who kept aloof
from Chalfont would observe it.: but,
strange to say, she had forgotten Reg
gle, who, indeed, was not often at
home. and now Kate had aroused her
suspicious she was much perplexed.
She had her own plans for Mollie and
il 1t came to choice between them
and the Anstruthers' friendship. she
must reluctantly abandon their friend
ship.
Mollie soon found the difference; she
she going into Reyerton, madame was
going also. or Henri would accompany
her; there was nothing he would en-
JOY more
What do you think of Henri,
Joyce?" asked Mollie the Saturday aft
ernoon preceding Easter Sunday, when
she had managed to evade both the
Dubois, and, taking Kate to put a
wreath on their mothers grave. had
gone on to the White house.
The White house was not so large as
Chalfont, but 1t had beautiful old
garden, and the two girls were wan
dering up and down the sheltered
paths, while Kate took solemn, dlgni-
fed ride on the old swing under the
trees that had recalled to Mollie her
childhood days.
"He WAS vely pleasant the few times
he has been here Joyce responded
Goubtfu.ly, pausing to look at the yell
low daffodils, the sweet-scented jon
quils that lifted their heads from the
dark mould. But do you like him,
Mollie?"
Il am afraid not" said she, thought
fully. You see. Joyce dear. he acts
SD strangely. He pretends to me that
he loves England and the country, and
loved Paris. Yesterday he insisted up
on accompanying me for country
walk. AMI madam said nothing. though
she was angry when Reggie went with
ME to get moss. l know he hated it,
for he had on French patent leather
boots, aad really could hardly limp
home AMI then, as l was going up
stairs, | heard him swearing awfully
he paid mo compliments all the time,
and he tells me that he adores lie
SPORT but he does not understand
gun, and he dare not drive the chest
nuts, know. And-and cannot help
thinking that because | shall have
money.
She locked at Joyce, wistfully, and
Joyce not wishing to meet those sweet
the daffodlls, while she rapidly turned
over in her own mind how to answer.
Reverton both said and thought
great deal about the inmates of Chal-
Molle to know. For good or evil she
was unfortunately in Madam Dubois
care at present; therefore why make
her feet more uncomfortable than was
necessary.
That Henri was paying court to the
heiress seemed likely enough; her for
tune would be n large one to French
man; aud that her own darling, hand
some Reggie had more than liking
for the love.y, slender girl herself was
equally true. Raising her eyes from
the flowers. Joyce caught sight of both
young men advancing towards them,
and Reggie called out:
II have brought you visitor. Joyce.
Mollie. come and have swing with
the child. for the sake of old lang
syne."
They all turned back together to the
spot where Kate was slowly swinging
herself TO and fro. But Joyce felt far
from comfortable as she stood with
the young Frenchman watching the
half-slsters, as Reggie's strong, brown
hand on the rope sent them flying up
and dowa-Mollie's pink-and-white
face like the spring day itself; Kate's
fiaxen curls floating on the breeze.
It was a pretty picture enough OF
youth, and. perhaps, looking at two Of
the faces. Of love. But Henri did not
seem to appreciate 1t as he stood fierce
ly-twistiag his silky little black mous-
tachc, while his sharp back eyes roved
from cne 20 the other, and his remarks
grew fewer and fewer.
Il shall have a swing put up in my
grounds" announced Kate condeseend-
ingly. as they came to full stop.
Mother had one made near the ten
nis-Iawn." said Mollie. pushing back
her rebellious curls, and fastening her