Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-03-31

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the fire under the mistaken impression that
probably one of the men will follow her
there.
The one-whoever he is-doesn't.
"Do you know" says Mr.. Kelly, In q low
tone, to the others, 'the ugly girls awfully
NIGEL She 10 q pleasant deceit. she has no
winsome looks, ne pretty frowning,' / grant
you; but she can hold her own, and is so
good-humored."
"What a lovely night says Monica, gaz-
ing w~lstfully into the misty depths Of the
Illuminated darkness beyond. II want to
step into 1t, and-we have not been out all
day."
"Then why not go now?' says Hernia,
answering her glance in a kindly spirit.
".Ah! tCiU you Gomez says Monica,
Frightening into glad excitement.
Let us go as far as the fountain in the
lower garden" says Olga; ut is always
beautiful there when the moon is up"
avoid the grass, however; wet feet are
dangerous" says Lord Rossmoyne, Care
fully.
"You will die all cd bachelor" retorts
Olga, saucily, III you take SO much thought
for the morrow"
ut will certainly not be my fault if / do"
returns Rossmoyne, calmly, but with evil
dent meaning.
Mrs. Bohun, bring your guitar" says
Desmond, 'ard we will make Ropayne sing
to it, and so imagine ourselves presently in
the land Of tile olive and PALM"
Shall we ask the others TO come with
usP' says Monica, kindly, glancing back into
the drawing-room.
Miss Browne, for example?' suggests
Owen Kelly.-If he hopes by this speech to
arouse jealousy in anybody present, he finds
himself, later on, nightly mistaken.
IF she is as good a sort as you say, | dare
say she would like it, says Olga. "And,
besides, il we leave her to Bella'st tender
mercies she will undoubtedly be done TO
death by the time we return"
'Oh, do go and rescue her" says Mrs.
Herr,ck, turning 10 Kelly. Her o n is al
most appealing.
perhaps Miss Fitzgerald will come too"
says Monica, somewhat fearfully.
Don't be afraid" says Olga. "Fdncy
Bella running the risk OF having a bad eye
or a pink nose In the morning! She knows
much better than that"
TEL Miss Browne to make haste" says
Mrs. Herrick, turning to Kelly. Because
We are impatient,-we are longing to pre-
cIpitate ourselves into the moonlight. Come,
Olga; come, Monica; they can follow"
Miss Browne, however, on being appealed
to, shows so honest a disregard for covering
of any sort, beyond what decency has al
ready clothed her with, that she and Kelly
catch up with the others before the fOun-
tain is reached.
Seating themselves on the edge Of the
fountain, they acknowledge silently the
beauty Of the hour. Olga's hand, moving
through the water, breaks ii into little wave
lets on which the riotous moonbeams dance.
NNNlar, ora nt,r honulag nIUaO won pcaI
to be famous for them?' asks Desmond, idly.
81 have tired Of them"
Poor banglesr' says Ulic Ronayne, In a
low tone heard only by her.
What a heavy sighP"
"A selfish one, too. More for myself than
for the discarded bangles. Yet their griev-
ancc Is mine"
II thought they suited you," says Des-
mond.
did you? Well, they had grown so COM
mon; every one used to go about laden with
them. And then they made such a tiresome
tinkle-tinkle all over the place"
what placer says Lord Rossmoyne,
who objects to slang of even the mildeSt
description from any woman's lips, most of
all from the lips of her whom he hopes to
call his wife.
Don't be Stupid!' says this prospective
wife, with considerable petulance.
"You are tickle, | doubt" goes on Ross
moyne, unmoved. "A few months ago you
raved about your bangles, and had the pref
test assortment | think ! ever saw. Thirty
six on each arm, or something like it. We
used to call them your armOr. You said you
were obliged to wear the same amount eX-
actly on each arm, lest you might grow
crooked"
AZ know few things more unpleasant
than having ones silly remarks brought up
to one years afterward," says Olga, with III
c~reasing ill-temper.
Months, not gears" says Rossmoyne,
carefully. Whereupon Mrs. Bohun turns
her back upon him, and Mrs. Herrick tells
herself she would like to give him a good
shake for so stupidity trying 10 ruin his owl
game, and Ulic Ronayne feels he is on th'
brink Of swearing with him an eterna
friendship.
Bangles" breaks nOwen Kelly, musing
ly. Harmless little circular things womer
wear on their wrists, aren'tthey? But awk
ward too at times, amazingly awkward. A
Olga has feelingly remarked, they can max,
a marvelously loud tinkle-tinkle at times.
know a little story about bangles, tina
ought to be a warning against the use o
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story? 1t is short, but very sweet"
Every one instantly says Yes" eXcep
Olga, who has drawn herself together and i
regarding him with a stony glare.
"Well. there was once on atimc q woman
who had some bangles, and a young man
she had other things too, such as youth an
beauty, but they weren't half so impQrtan
as the first two items; and wherever Shl
and her bangles went, there went the yOuni
man too. And for a long time nobody kney
which he loved best, the beauteous nader
or the cleaning bangles. Do | make my
self clear?'
wonderfully so, for vou," says Mrs. Her
rick.
"Well, one day the young mans prefer
ence was made wonderfully so, too. AM
it was in this wise. On q certain sum,
afternoon, the young woman found hersel
in a conservatory that opened off adrawing
room, being divided from it only by a hang
ing Indian curtain; a hanged Indian curtai1
she used to call it ever afterward; but tina
was bad grammar, and bad manners too"
IL feel I'm going to sleep" says Desmond
drowsily. II hope somebody will rouse M
when he has done, or pick me out Of tn
water If | drop into it. Such a rigmaro.e o
a story i never heard in my life"
'Caviare can't be appreciated by the ger
eral; it is too strong for you" says Mr.. Kelly
severely. But to continue AHythin
wrong with you, my dear Olga?"
Nothing! y says Mrs. Bohun, with icy In
dignation.
swell. In this conservatory my heroin
of the bangles found herself; and here, toe
as a natural consequence, was found tn
young man. There was near them a lounge
skinny enough for one, but they found
amply large for tpo. Curious fact in itselt
wasn't it? And l think the young man S
far forgot HIMSELF as to begin to make viz
, lent-and just as he was about to emb-
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