La Junta tribune., 1900-12-08
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| circumstances would permit But this
| was easier said than done there was
not soul In Chalfont she liked or
trusted. and time hung heavily on her
hands. for she could not always be
with the Anstruther's. even had ma
| dame allowed 1t, and no one else came
near them. Madame. had she known
| IL. was in rather difficulty. She great
| ly valued the Anstruthers' aequaint-
| ance, making a point OF stopping TO
| speak whenever she met them IN Rev
erton. and hoping those who kept aloof
| from Chalfout would observe II: but,
| strange to say. she had forgotten Reg
gle who indeed. was not often at
| home. and now Kate had aroused her
suspicious she was much perplexed.
She had her own plans for Mollie and
! II 1t came to a choice between them
and the Anstruthers' friendship. she
must reluctantly abandon their friend
ship.
Mollle soon found the difference: she
vas never left alone for a minute. Was
she going into Reyerton. madame was
| going also. or Henri would accompany
| her; there was nothing he would en-
| Joy more
What do you think OF Henri.
| Joyce?" asked MolIie the Saturday aft
ernoon preceding Easter Sunday, when
she had managed to eyade both the
| Dubois, and. taking Kate 10 put
| wreath on their mothers grave. had
gone on to the White house
The White house was not SO large as
A.. a
garden. and the two girls were wan
| dering up and down the sheltered
| paths, while Kate took a solemn. digni-
! fed ride on the old swing under the
| trees that had recalled TO Nollie her
childhood days.
He was very pleasant the few times
he has been here" Joyce responded
doubtfully. pausing to look at the yell
| low daffodils, the sweet-scented jon
! quils that lifted their heads from the
| dark mould. But do you like him.
| Mollie?"
II am afraid not" said she, thought
fully. You see, Joyce dear. he acts
SO strangely. He pretends to me tina;
| he loves England and the country. and
l know he loves nothing but his be-
loved Paris. Yesterday he insisted up
| on accompanying me for q country
| walk, and madam said nothing though
she was angry when Reggie went with
me to get moss. 1 know he hated 1t,
| for he had on French patent leather
boots, and really could hardly limp
| home: and then, as ! was going up
! stairs, l heard him swearing awfully
To himself as he pulled them of. But
| he paid me compliments all the time.
| and he tells me that he hdores lie
| sport, but he does not understand
gun, and he dare not drive the chest
nuts, | know. And-and cannot help
thinking that because ! shall have,
| money"
| She looked at Joyce. wistfully. and
Joyce not wishing to meet those sweet
| gray eyes at the moment, contemplated
| the daffodils, while she rapidly turned
| over in her own mind how to answer.
Reyerton both said and thought
| great deal about the inmates OF Chal-
| font that II would be a great pity for
Mollie to know. For good or evil she
was unfortunately in Madam Dubois
| care at present; therefore why make
| her feet more uncomfortable than was
necessary.
That Henri was paying court to the
heiress seemed likely enough: her for
tune would be large one to a French
man; and that her own darling, hand
some Reggie had more than a liking
for the lovely. slender girl herself was
| equally true. Raising her eyes from
the flowers, Joyce caught sight OF both
young men advancing towards them,
and Reggie called out:
II have brought you visitor, Joyce
Mollie, come and have a swing with
the child. for the sake of old lang
syne."
They all turned back together to the
spot where Kate was slowly swinging
herself to and fro. But Joyce felt far
from comfortable as she stood with
the young Frenchman watching the
half-sisters. as Reggie's strong. brown
hand on the rope sent them flying up
and down-Mollie's pink and white
face like the spring day itself; Kate's
fiaxen curls floating on the breeze.
1t was pretty picture enough of
youth, and. perhaps. looking at two of
] the faces. of love. But Henri did not
seem to appreciate 1t as he stood fierce
ly twisting his silky little black NOUS
tache, while his sharp black eyes roved
from one 20 the other. and his remarks
grew fewer and fewer.
Il shall have swing put up in my
| grounds" announced Kate condescend-
ingly, as they came to full stop.
Mother had one made near the ten
nis-lawn," said Mollic. pushing back
her rebellious curls. and fastening her
| hat