Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-02-10
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in comm L thougnt twas angry WIZ hio "
WERE"
Nobody Is ever angry with pretty wo-
man like you," says Desmond, saHcily.
"Oh. now. hark to him" rays Mrs, Daily,
laughing heartily II wonder ye crert
ashamed of yourself. An is the ould Squirs
hearty%' III.
"Hes as well as even uo,t could WISH
him. How dye do, Kit9 Won't you como
and speak to me?' ar.
He has been afraid to shake hands Will
Monica up to this. but now she turns s"or
denly toward him and holds out to him ono
slender fair hand the other being twinea
round the baby. She doe5 this musingly. .
lie grasps the little snowy band with al
most senile delight, and holdstt Er-as lohs
as lie dures. During this underlined period
lie tells himself what perfect pichnS sle
s, with her clear pale, beautiful race anu
| her nut-brown hair, and the tender s",SS,
ness of her attitude, as size bends over the
smiling baby. CJu'd any yatirtSd nadohha
| be half as lovely? At this momicrS grow
| ing contempt for all the greatest inastei-
! pieces of the greatest masters perne.Nes MS
! being and renders him weak in faith.
! Wont We sit down, thin?' says Mrs.
/ DAILY. Being a woman, she grasps the sltua-
! OF at a glance, and places chair for nm
! close 10 Monica. What's the matther via
! We to-day, Msther Desmond, that ye haven
| word to give us?'
.'You ought to know what I'm thinking
! Of" says Desmond, accepting the chair, ana
drawing il even degree closer to Monica
"Faix. thin. | don't" says Mrs. DAILY
iunior. her handsome face full OF smiles. A
loye-affair Is rs good as saints day TO an
Irish peasant. afid here she tells herself,
with glance at Monica, is one ready-made
to her hand. -,
/ I'm thinking what lucky man DAILY islp
says Desmond promptly.
Oh, git along wild we nov, an yer Dlar-
neyr SAYS Mrs. DAILY, roaring with laugh
ter: whilst even Mrs. Moloney the DISMAL,
and the old granny in the corner, chia@ IN
lneuily.
And then the visit comes to a close, and
they all rise and bid Mrs. DAILY and the
others 'good.by;" and Monica, mindful of
his late af1lction, bestows soft paTinS
word upon the subdued Paddy.
And row they are all in the open air
again. and. turning down the b0reen that
leads TO Moyne. 1t is Desmond'sway aswell
as theirs so he accompanies the girls with
ont remark.
What brought you to see the Days, to-
dayT" asks Monica, suddenly, without any
ulterior meaning beyond the desire OF max
lng conversation; but to Kits guilty soul
this question seems fraught with mischief
"Oh, | often go to see DAILY. want hln'
tO come fishing with me tomorrow; hesthe
best man about here for that, and trudges
oehind one for miles without complaining
Poor DAILY"
"Well, hope you enjoyed your visit to-
cay" says Kit, blithely glancng at him
mischievousy from beneath her broad hat
There was drawback" says Brian, un
thinkingy. II went there full of hope, and
, after ALL che never offered me any OF yom
puddngv
Tdbleau!
Kits aEonized glance and Monica's ques-
tioning eyes awake Mr.. Desmond TO
knowledge of what he has done.
How did yo,L hear of Kits pudd'ng?
asks Monica, looking keenly from Brian h
Kit, and then back again.
"Oh!-the pudding" stammers Desmond
There! don't commit YOURSELF" say
Monica, in tone that tfeu6les. "Oh, Kit!
Both culprits are afraid 70 look at her.
Does the tremble mean tears, or anger o
That? Perhaps horror at theI" dupllcIty
or contempt. Is she hopalnsS'v 'gered?
Continued Next Week.)