Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-13
aYou know the answer TO that only too

"You know the answer TO that only too
WELL" returns he, with so much fervor that
she refuses to continue the discussion.
"Talking of jealousy" she says, lightly,
with a side-glance at him, lit is the dream
of my life to make Rossmoyne jealous,-to
reduce him to absolute submission. lie Is
so cold, so precise, so English, that it would
be quite a triumph to drag him at ones
chariot-wheels. Shall be able to do itT'
She turns up her charming face to his, as
though in question. She is looking her very
sweetest, and is tenderly aware OF the fact;
and, indeed, so is he.
II suppose so," he says, In answer 10 ner,
but slowly and reproachfully.
"But must have help, says Olga. Some
one must help me. YOp?--is 1t not?'
"I?' with strong emphasis. 'What should
have to do with it?'
mot much, yet count upon you. why,
who do you think / am going to make hin
Jealous about? Eh?'
"How should know2o t -
"How shouldn't you? Why, It Is of you,-
lJour' with quite delicious little laugh.
$50 you will have 10 dance round after me
| all day for the future until your mission Is
fulfilled, and try to look as II you reduy
lOveG me-"
"You have mistaken your man." says Ro-
nayne, quietly; you must get some one else
| to help you in this matter. 1t Is not for me,
even if did not love yon; should scorn so
| low task"
"Loye is an idle word," she says, her eyes
! flashing.
1T may be-to some. But tell you that
no mans heart is Of so poor value that it can
| be flung hither and thither at any ones
| pleasure, mo, not even at the pleasure or
! the WOMAN be adores You will seek some
more complaisant lover to be your dupe on
/ this occasion. decline the Office
"You forget how you speak, sirV' she
! says, proudly; yet even as she gives way
! to this angry speech CLEAN of deepest adj
miratinn so lights her eyes that she is oblis-
! ed to let her lids fall over them to cover tho
| tel-tales beneath; her breath comes and
| goes quickly.
Something like relief comes to ner wnen
1 Lord Rossmoyne, stretching his long neck
round the curtain that half shields the cush-
! ioned recess of the window where they are
sitting, says, with considerable animation,
for him.
"Ah! so have found you, Mrs. Bohun."
you have, indeed, and in good time. l
am pning in prison, but you have come to
deliver me-"
IF / may"
"Such a dreary little spot, is 1t not? l
don't know what could have induced me to
enter it."
"Ronayne, possibly" says Rossmoyne,
with an unpleasant smile.
"Oh, dear, nov' contemptuously; u came
Z here of my own free will. We all do foolish
things at times. j have not danced this last
because Mr. Ronayne prefers pleasant con-
verse. don't. thought you would never
come to seek me. What were you doingw
"Hunting for you, and thinking every
minute an hour. These curtains"-touch-
ing them-''were Jealous of you, believe,
and sought to hide you"
"Well, don't be so long next time," she
says, looking up at him with smile that a
little more pressure would make tender, and
laying her hand on his arm.
she moves away. ROnayne, drawing his
breath somewhat savagely, sits down on the
sill of the window and gaZes bankly into
the barrack-yar below. lie has still her
programme in his hand, and is crumpling it
mconscionably, hardly knowing what he
does. But if disturbed in mind, it is always
such a comfort to smash something be it
paltry piece of pasteboard or ones most in
timateGriend.
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