Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1900-03-09

rather heavy features; he stuliorsly at
fects a solemn and imposing gravity OF
face II manner, and Il eve and elder
~ style of dress. which he hopes may
produce a favorable effect upon the nom
legal minds of his somewhat imaginary
clients.
Presently a door at the further end OF
the corridor softly opens and shuts, and
MIR. Pryme looks Up quickly.
Beatrice Miller, looking about her a lit
tile guilty, comes swiftly toward him
along the passage.
Mamma kept me such ages" she says.
brcathlcssly; Il thought 1 should never
get away"
Never mind, 50 long as you are here"
he answers. holding her by both hands.
He looks into her face eagerly md low
ingly. To most people Beatrice is a plain.
girl, but to this man she is beautiful;
his wv love for her has invested her
with a charm and Il fascination that 10
one else has seen in her.
ut is just as I imagined about Mr..
Nctlierclifr, says Beatrice, laughing; "he
has been asked here for my benefit.
Mamma has just bccn telling me about
hsiA' III 10 AAOtQ NtIlOIu > ielllcW slutt
his heir. Lord Glrford's place, YOU
know, is quite the other side of the coun-
ty; he is poor. so l suppose 1 might do
for him." with Il little grimacc. AT all
events, L am to sit next to him at dinner
Tonight and make myself civil. You sec,
l am to be offered to all the county mag
mates III succession"
Herbert Prymc still holds her hands,
.,n.1 1noi.e dawn, will, nrn,.n ,.ox.,t:o,, :.,.
her face.
And how do yon suppose l shall feel
while Mr.. NcthcrclifI is making love To
you.'
You may make Your mind quito easy:
it is impossible that there should he an
other man foolish enough in all England
10 want to make love TO such an .ugl,,
dncl,ling' SIS L ann"
And. meanwhile. what am / to do:'
You. You are 10 make love to Sollly
Macpherson. do you not know that she
is the excuse for your having hecn asked
here nj all:"
II don't like it. Bcatricc," repeats her
lover. g%ravcly. Upon my life l DON'T
He looks away moodily out of the Will
dow. Il hate doing things on the sly.
And, besides. l ann Il poor. man. and
your parents are rich. I could not afford
ia support Il Wife at present OIL INV own
income"
"Ali the more reason that we should
wait. She interrupts, quickly.
"Ncs: hut ] ought not to have spoken
TO you; I'D no business to steal your
heart"
"Noi did not steal it, she says. nest
ling ZIP 10 his side. Il presented it to
yon. free. gratis.'
There is another couple who are han.
py.' says Herbert Prymc. indicating iva
people who are wandering slowly down
the garden. Beatrice Miller, followin.
the direction of his eyes, secs Maurice
kynaston and Vera.
"Thosc two:" she cxc!aims. ooh. dear.
no. They arc not %hnppy-not in our
way. Miss Ncvi!l is engaged to his
brother. them
Herbert. Whit can you mcan:' cries
Beatrice. opening her eyes in astonisl.-
mcnt. why. Captain kynaston is sup
posed to he engaged to Mrs. ltomcr: at
any rate, she is desperately in love With
/ him."
"Acs, everybody knows thai; but is lc
in love with herr"
Herbert. 1 am sure you must he mis-.
taken" persists Beatrice. eagerly.
perhaps l am. Never mind. little
woman" kissing her lightly: II only said
they Looked happy. Let them be happy
while they can
Herbert Pryrnc WAS right. Maurice and
Vera. WANDERING. side by side along the
broad gravel walks in the wintry gar
dens. We're ha~ppy-without so much as
vcntllring TO wonder what it WAS that
made them so.
They had wandered AWAY from tho
house through the belt of %sl,rubbcry. and
had emerged beyond upon the margin of
the pool of water.
Vera stood still. suddenly strucl, with
the sight.
is this Slaionakc Bath:' She asked.
below her breath.
YES; have you never seen it bcfore:''
he answered. in some surprise.
"Ncver. l have not lived in Meadow
shire long. You know. and the Millcrs
were moving into the house and furnish.
in. it all last summer. / have never
been in the gardens till today. How
strangely sad the place looks! Let us
walk around it,"
They went round to the further side.
The pool of water lay dark aud silent
within It's stone steps; not &: ripple dis.
turbcd its surface: not a dead leaf rested
on its bosom. Only the motionless water
looked UP evcrlastingly at the gray win.
tor skies above. and reflected them bacl,
blackly and gloomily upon it's solemn
face.
TO BIZ continucd.J