Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-03-24

| Of that silent world or flowers beyond has
somehow entered into me. Let me enjoy it.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon that
bank down there! Watch it. Can YOU see
how the roses culver beneath its touch, as
though stirred by some happy dream?'
ut is indeed a perfect night! r. says Her.
mia, looking at her In some surprise. There
is a suspicion OF excitement In Olga's man.
ner-arising, as it were, from the desire to
hide one emotion by the betrayal of another
that strikes her listener as strange.
"How softly the air beats upon ones
faceV' SAYS Mrs. Bohun, leaning a little for.
ward. "rhc night Is, as YOU say, perfect,
Yet l don't know what is the matter viii
me; the more l feel the loneliness of all
AROUND the sadder my heart seems to grow"
"What!' says Hernia, lifting her brows,
"am l to learn now that you-the gayest Of
all mortal.-have at last Succumbed TO the
insutferable dreariness of this merry
world?'
You run too fast. l am little perplexed,
perhaps; but | have not succumbed to any.
thing"
'Or any enc, l hope, unless 1t be to your
advantage. You are playing n silly game,
Olga"
1.-THE world would be lost unless il had a
fool to sport with now and them
Bat why should y0u bethe one to pander
to its pleasuresT'
"Who more fitting? | am tired of hear
ing you apply that word silly to me-, morn
ing, noon, and night"
1T is too late to believe il possible that
you and | should quarrel" said Mrs. Her
rick, in q perfectly even tom: so doa't try
to get up an imaginary grievance. You
know you are dearer 10 me than ANYTHING
on earth, after the children"
We'll, don't sc0ld me any MORE" says
Olga, coaXingly.
Il never scold; | only reason.'
"Oh! but that Is 80 much worse" says
Olga. 1T means the Seeding. and n lot
more besides. Do anything but reason with
me, my dear Hernia"
Il pilL say that | think you are throwing
yourself away"
"Where? Over the balcony3'-wilfully.
II assure you, you misjudgc me-; | am far
too great q coward"
You are not too great n coward to con-
template the committing OF much more
serious bciiSc. Tonight his attentions were
especially marked, and you allowed them
II can't think what YOU mean"
"Will you deny that Mr.. Ronaync pal,
you very marked attention to-night?'
marked! Where did he make his i'm
preston, then? lie didn't pinch me, if you
mean that"
"Of course you can follow your owl
wishes, dearest, and | shall neither gain
nor lose: but ii does seem q pity, when yol
might be a countess and have the world a
your feet. i know few so altogether itteC
70 fill the position, and still YOU reject il
You are pretty, clever, charming every
thing of tha most desirable"
"Am lP' She steps into the drawing
room, and brings herself by swift step o
two opposite a hugc mirror let into one o
the walls. Standing before il, she survey
herself leisurely from head to foot, an,
then she smiles.
81 don't know about the clever" She SAYS
"but | am Slne am pretty. In town las
~season-do you rcmcmber?-my hair create,
quite a Juror, it is SO peculiarly light. Eve
so many people wanted TO paint me. Yes
it was all very pleasant"
do you think it will be as pleasant t
live here all your days, and find no highe
ambition than the hope that your ronic
may be p%rettirr than Mrs. S"-'r' o's?'
Tpntipp,1 Naxt Naaly