Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-05-26

red rose, makes here q frantic but subdued
effort to attract the child's attention; Mr..
Kelly, however gets her adroitly on to his
knee before she can grasp the meaning OF
Olga's secret signals.
"Where did you SEQ him?' he says, mildly.
"In the summer-house, this morning. lie
was kneeling down before her, just as 1
kneel to mamma, and lie had his head i'm her
lap, and lie was whispering his prayers. 1
could not hear what he said." AT this In
slant an expression of the most devout
thankftilness overspreads Mrs. Bohun's fea-
tures. "But they were very Tong prayers;
and / think he was sorry for something he
had DONE"
III haven't a doubt Of IT," says Mr.. Kelly,
mourn.ully. 'Go on, my child"
'Fm not your child; I'm mammals" says
Fay, firmly; but, having so far vindicated
her mothers character, she goes on with
her tale. when he got up he didn't look a
bit better" she says. "ue looked worse, l
think. Didn't you, Ulic?' addressing the
stricken young man In the window. "And
/ always thought 1t was only children who
said their prayers to people, AMI not the
grown-up ones. And why did he choose
Olga? Wasn't there mammal? And wasn't
there Madamep You would have let him
say his prayers to you, Madame. wouldn't
youy' turning placidly to her hostess.
II should have been only too charmcd,-
too highly latt,red," says Madame In a
stifled tone; and then she gives way alto
gethcr, and breaks INFO a gay and hearty
laugh, under cover Of which Oh. q beats an
ignom!nious retreat.
Mr.. Roaayne, feeling rather than seeing
that his colleague in this disgraceful 2lflir
has taken flight, puts down his brushes soft
ly and jumps lightly from the open window
TO the grass beneath. Tiien with u spec d
that belongs to his long limbs, he hurrics
toward that corner of the house that will
lead him To the hall door: as he turns 1t. lie
receives Olga almost in his arms.
You hcre?' she says. "Oh, that terrible
childp
"She don't understand, poor little soul"
And then, as though the recollection over
comes him, he gives way to uncontrol!abl
mirth.
"Such unsecmly lcvity!' says Mrs. BohuTt
In q disguised tone; but, after the yaguesI
hesitation, she laughs too.
Come to the orchard" says Ronayne;
and TO the orchard they go. Here, finding
q rustic seat at the foot of a gnlrled and
m~oss-grown aTple-trcc, theytake possession
Of il.
at is very unfortunate" says Olga, with
a sigh. Her fair hair is being blown like Q
silver cloud hithcr and thither, and renders
her distractingly pretty.
You mean our betrayal by that child"'
"Ics. hope it will cure you Of ever be
ing so silly as to go on your knees to any
woman again."
II shall never go on my knees to any wo
man but you, wheth + you accept or reject
me-"
II am sure, | don't know how ! I'm cvel
to face those people inside again." Here
she puts one dainty little finger between heI
lips and bites it cruelty.
There Is nothing remarkable in having
ones accepted lover at ones feet"
but you are not that" she says, lifting
her brows and seeming half amused ut hi,
boldness.
"By one word you can make me So"
'Can /? What is the wOrd?'
This is puzzling; but Mr.. Ronayne, moth
ing daunted, says
You have only to say, You are and
am"
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