The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1900-11-09
CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VII.
Dinner was very late that day, for
Henri did not return home from
visit to the police station until long
after the usual hour. and then Mollie
heard him tell his mother that the
rumor must have originated through,
some tramp being taken up with BUS
picious articles in his possession; but
otherwise the inspector had no further
clue to the perpetrator Of the crime.
1t was a warm night, almost sultry,
and Mollie opened the long French
windows and went out onto the pam
tiles, leaving them alone, though
Henri's high tones sneering at the
English police. and at madame for be-
lievtng all she heard. reached her for
some time.
How soft and fresh the air felt; how
high above her head the myriads of.
stars were twlnkling in the vast
vaults of heaven! There was a whis-
per OF coming summer in the little
breeze that Just lifted the curls on her
brow, speaking of the primroses that
were blooming down by the stream,
the yiolets in the shady woods. The
roof covering the pantiles was up
ported by iron pillars, and the scene
was the same as from her bedroom
window, which was just above. But
Mollie eve tired of it, and was stand
Ing In dreamy thought, when a voice
close RI her OF ,,%1od ~,
All! mademoiselle. have found
you at last. l have been looking for
you everywhere!" said Henri briskly,
closing the glass doors. you enjoy
the lovely night-yes?"
Anyone would, monsieur" Mollie
replied, adding mischicvously: Sure
ly 1t makes you think of Paris-the
lights, music. dancing, and all that
kind OF thing-does 1t not?"
You are laughing at me, medemoi-
selle," he said, with a very genuine
sigh as the vision rose before him.
But tell me. would you not like to
go there, see all these things-are you
not tired Of being here?"
"Oh, no. Why, when I was in Ger
many l was just longing to be home
to watch the flowers come out, to
ramble in the woods"
Henri shrugged his shoulders and
glanced down at his dainty boots.
Yet 1t Is very unpleasant for you"
he argued. my mother is peculiar.
She has never recovered from the shock
OF her brothers sudden death. Two
years with her would appal me, were
a girl. And had l the chance OF
going to beautiful Paris, having a
home Of my own, a husband devoted
to me, ! should take it, would not
you?"
mol" said Mollie quickly, suppress
Ing a gasp of dismay. Besides, what
good would they be to me IL l were
not devoted, too. I am going in"-and
she moved to the window.
Stay. do not be so cruel!" and he
stepped in fr.at of her. "You know 1
love, adore yod. Only say, Henri, 1
return your ardent affection, and will
be yours!' and my life will be spent
in making you happy"
But / DON'T never could!" she
cried, not waiting to choose her words
in her hurry. Nor do you love me,
Henri, SO let as say no more about it"
II tell you dol" protested he sui
lenly. why do you doubt me? Con-
sent. and l will carry you to my gay
Paris and teach you to .love!" And he
came nearer and laid a hand on her
arm.
Instinctively she shrank back. His
face, sallow and cunning, was too near
to be pleasant, his black eyes were
fixed, with an expression Of assured
triumph, on hers. Clearly to be read
in them was the conviction that he.
Henri Dubois, was hardly likely to
be refused, that no girl could resist
when he pleaded. And yet there was
a certain admiration. there too, which.
she had felt aud hated for the last
few weeks.
(To be %Continued.)