Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-04-07
tne giver Of it." says Mary Browne, pleas.

gratitude, perhaps. A moment ago there
had been a certain awkwardness following
on Olga's capricious action; now these few
careless, kindly words from this ugly stran-
ger have dispelled it. And is she so plain,
after all? The fastidious Hernia, gazing at
her intently, asks herself this question.
Surely before that bright and generous
CLEAN in her eyes her freckles sink into in
significance.
~ knew you would like her." says Mr..
Kelly, at this moment, speaking low in Her
MAS ear.
When a woman Is startled she Is general
ly angry. Mrs. IIerrick Is angry now,
whether because Of his words, or the fact
that she did not know he was so close to her,
let who will decide.
You are very, very clever" she says,
glancing at him from under dropping lids,
and then turning away.
$50 they all tell me-" returns he, mod
estly.
Rossmoyne, crossing the brilliantmoonlit
path that divides him from the group round
Hernia, seats himself beside her, thereby
leaving Olga and Ulic Ronayne virtually
alone.
You will regret that guitar tomorrow"
says Ronayne,-'atle least not the thing itself
q can replace that, but"
81 regret nothing" says Mrs. Bohun,
carbohydrates / regret that you have
taken an absurdly ill-tempered action so
much to heart. / am ill-tempered, you
know"
81 don't" says Ronayne.
$50 courteous a liar must needs obtain
pardon. But let us forget everything but
this lovely night. Was there ever so serene
a sky? see how the stars shine and glimmer
J thrpt,rI tho 1arly intargtipag nf tho hlra-tyFpy
cloudsr ~
''rhey remind me Of something of some
words" says Ronaync, in a low voice.
"They come TO me now, | hardly know why,
perhaps because Of the night itself, and per-
haps because he hesitates.
Olga is staring dreamlly at the studded
vault above her.
about the stars?' she asks, without LOOK.
Ing at him.
yes"
"A poet loved n star,
And to IL whispered nightly,
Being so fair, why art thou, love, so far,
Or why so coldly shine who shin'st so bright
The poet was presumptuous, it seems TO
me-
"Was he? | don't know. All things come
to him who knows how to wait"
who's waiting?" says Kelly's voice from
the other side Of the fountain; and for
what?'
'TJtJCuTs Owen" says Mrs. Bohun, with
a shrug of her pretty shoulders. well, no
one even in this life is altogether witlOu, q
taste Of purgatory; mine Uhis is a delicatc
compliment to you, Owen, SO listen TO IT'D
might have been worse. Do you know |
have sometimes thought"
"Shc has really!' interrupts Mr.. Kelly,
turning with cheerful encouragement TO the
others. You wouldn't think it to look at
her, would YOU? but know her intimately,
and can vouch for the truth of her words.
Go on, my dear Olga" =.
But my dear olga has turned aside, and
declines to take any notice of his remark
beyond a faint grimacc.
"She's very shy" says Mr.. Kelly, in an
explanatory aside, "and so retiring. Can't
bear to hear herself publicly praised, or feel
herself the center of attraction. Letu haste
TO change the subject
This with many 'bccks, and mods, and
wrcathed smiles" meant to explain the
delicacy Of the feeling that prompts him 10
this course. BY the bye, Desmond, doesn't
this fairylike SPOT, and the moonlight, and
the pathOs Of the silent night, and every
thing, remind you forcibly of old O'Connor?"
But | always heard begins Monica,
In a voice Of much amazemcnt; then she
stops ~confuSedly and presently goes on
again, but in a different key. WAS The
OConnOr, then, Tsthetic%' she says.
At this Lord RossmOyne who is in the
lowest depths of despair, gises way to open
mirth.
"Well, no, not exactly" says Ulic Ro-
nyv1 GpIlay. ,,. F..,I I.,1tlsH,,-
about his appearance that Disagreed with
that idea. But he certainly was fond Of
this little place; he put upthe fountain HIM
self, had it brought all the way from Flor
ence for the purpose; and had a trick of ~
Ing here on his face and hands for hours to-
Rether, grabbing for wOrms,-Or STUDYING
the insect world | think he used to call it,"
81 have always thought says Mr.. Kelly,
In a tone Of reflective sadness, what an I'M
comfGytable position that must be-
What must be"'
Lying on ones face and hands. What
becomes of the rest of one? Does one keep
ones heels in the air whilst doing ii? To
me 1t sounds awful. Yet only last week |
read in the papers of q fellow who was
found on a road on his face and hands, and
the doctors said he must have been in that
position for hours! Fancy-BOur nose, for
instance, ROsSmOyne, i'm mud, and your
b heels in the air, for hours"
Lord ROSSmOyne, having vainly tried to
imagine his digniiied body in such a posi-
ton, looks dist nelly offended.
mo, nObOdy would like it," says Kelly,
pathetically, answering his ~disgustcd look
exactly as If it hal been put into words.
There is 4 shameful f~riyOlity about it not
to be countenanccd for a moment. Yet
good and wise men have been said to dOit.
Fancy the Archbishop Of Canterbury, now,
balancing himself on his nose and his palmSl
Oh! it can't be trueI'
His voice by this time is positively pit
eOuS, and he looks earnestly around, as
though longing for some one TO support his
disbelief.
"You are really eycelling yourself to-
nig4t,' says Mrs. Herrick, in a delicatcly
d~isdainful tone.
have had an opportunity of seeing me at my
poor best
* wonder" says Desmond, suddenly,
'if, when old O'Connor revisits the earth at
>. the MitChing hour, he comes in the attitude
so graphically described by Kelly? Inacro-
bat fashion, | mean"
At this Monica breaks into laughter so
merry, so full of utterly childish abandon
and enjoyment, that all the others perforce
join in it.
"Oh! fancy a ghost standing on his headr"
she says, when she can speak.
IL shouldn't fancy it all" says Mr.. Kelly,
sieOmily. - .con't. And l should advise
you, Miss Beresford, TO treat with less fri.
voljty a subject so fraught with terror es-
p~ecially at this time of night. If that grand
old man were to appear now" with a shud-
dering glance behind him, what tCould be-
come of us all?'
IAN unpleasant idea y says Miss Browne,
$50 unpleasant, indeed, that / think 1
should Like TO 90 for q LITTLE walk Gnmn-