Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-06-02

don't knock the life they will knock the con-
ccit and the s%up,rfuous flesh out of him;
will that dop"'
many ways, but he did Uon no Aarm."-
"He darel TO look at you."
'vThe cat may look at the king"
"But the cat may not look at my queen.
So now. madame, what lave you 10 sayT'
"Well, never mind, then; tell me about
Hernia. So Mr.. Kelly Is eng ,ged to her?"
Yes. lie has just discovered her 10 be
the most superior as well as tile lovelie I
woman upon earth. lie told M so. l ven.
trred mildly but firmly 10 differ with him
and enter n protest Oh your behalf, but he
wouldn't hear Of II. In his opinion you arc
nowhere beside the mai site Hernia"
II know that. lie is right" says Monica,
meekly. But there Is n reproachful Qucs-
ton in her eyes, as she says it, that cont a.
diets the meekness.
t'Ee Is not says Desmond, with loving
Indignation, pressing her dear little head 80
close against his heart that she can hear il
throbbing travely and cen find JOY in tho
thought that each separate throb is all her
own. The man who thinks so must be In.
sane. A fig for III rmia. Where would she
he If placed besiic you, my Helen fair be.
You'd compare?'
"lou are prcjudiccd; you .ell too lattcr-
ing q tale" says Monica, with soft d'spar-
agement; but the fond, foolish, lover-like
words are very dear and sweet to her, all
the same.
He has his arms round her; In her tender,
childish fashion she has laid her check
against his; and now with \ slow move
ment, she turns her head Wrt her lips reach
his.
II love you," she whispers.
Almost in q sigh the words are bgeathed,
and a sense OF rap.urc-of compile iDn-ren-
derS the young man for the instant mute.
Yet in her soul so well She knows of his con.
tent that she cares little for RAINY answer save
that which his fond eyes give.
A breath from the sleeping world Of flow.
ers below comes up to the balcony and
bathes the lovers In It's swe is. The ivan.
dering moon looks down up0n them, and
lights up the dark wi&duwS behind them,
till they look like FURNISHED silver. A dead
ly silence lies on grass and Dough; 1t ,cms
TO them rs thou gh, of ali the eager world,
they two only are awakr, and alone!
"Do l count with you, then. as more than
alp he says, at length; than Terence or
than Kit?"
You know it," she says, earnestly.
Suddenly he loosenS his arms from round
her, and, pushing her slender, wh~itc-robed
figure gently backward, gazes scarchingly
int her calm but wondering face.
Tell me-" he says,-SomA NAL, inward
craving driving him to ask the needless Ques-
tion,-"how would II have been W III you If
j had been Killed yesterday? Would you In
time have loved again"'
/ am not sure, but ! think he would have
recalled the words when ii is too late. A
culver rWns through the girls frame; n great
wave of emotion sweeping over her face
tranStigures it changing its calm to quick
and living grief. The m~oonbeams, catching
her, fo,ds her in floods Of palest glory, until
he who watches her with rcmorscful eyes
can only likcn her TO n fragile saint, as she
stands there in her white, elinging drapcries.
You are cruel" she says, at last, with a
low, gasping cry.
lie falls ut her feet.
Forgive me, my love, my darlingr' he
cntreats. 81 should never have said that,
and yet ! am glad / did. 70 feel, TO kR0U
you are altogether mine
you had a doubt?' she says; and then
two large tears rise slowly, until her beauti.
full eyes look passionate rcproach Mt him
through a heavy mist. Then the mist clears
"" w SiliHlhS ulopS, nulilllS luNH SNCCl
home, fall upon the back Of the small hand
she has placed nervously against her throat.
"A last one, and It is gone forever" lie
rises to his feet. "Placc your arms round my
neck again" he says, with anxious cntrcaty,
land let me feel myself forgiven
a smile, as coy as 1T Is tender, curves hei
dainty lips, as she lifts 10 his two soft, dewy
eyes, in which the light Of a first love has al
last been fully kindltd. She a step
nearer to him, still s~miling,-a lovely thing
round which the moonbeamS riot as though
in ecstasy over her perfect fairness, and
then in another instant they are both in
heaven, sin paradise in one anothcr's
armS!'
You are happyr' questions he, after q
long pause, into which no man may look.
IL I'm with l0u," returns she, softly.
"How sweet a meaning lies within YOU
wordsl'
"a true meaning. But see, how late il
grows! For a few hours we must part
Until to-morrow-good-night!"
Goodnight, my life! my sweet, sWec
heart" says Desmond.
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