The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1901-07-25

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being realized. AS the father of Lady
Caraven, people thought it worth thei,
while to conciliate him. He was in
vited to houses which before this mar
rage he had never hoped to enter: liz
had been made welcome in the drawing
rooms OF Belgravia and Mayfair. What
was even better, his practice was in
creasing. Arley Ransome was hap
by man.
He was shown into the library where
the young countess sat alone, royalty
beautiful, in a close fitting dress of
black velvet-velvet that fell in rich
folds and swept the ground around
her. The charming head and face
were set of by the dark drapery; she
held a book in her hands, but she had
not read one word 1t contained. She
looked up when her father entered and
he was struck by the dependency of
her young face, the WEAKNESS of the
dark eyes, the dropping attitude. He
went up to her, and, as usual, com
plimented her. She was looking so
well. so beautiful, he must say, and
what success she had achieved
No smile answered-the WEAKNESS
and the dependency deepened He took
seat by her side, and told her all
that he thought would interest her
most. Was she listening? He did
not know, for che made no reply. Sud-
denly. and the shock of it quite star
tied him-she raised her eyes to his
face.
Father" size said, do you know
what manner of man this Is to whom
you have sold me?"
My dear Mildred, hushi Pray be
more guarded In your speech"
Il repeat, do you know what manner
OF man my husband is?"
oh, now you put the question in
better form, can answer it. You
really should not use the word sold as
though you were slave; we do not
sell people in England"
She laugheg-surely the most dreary.
the saddest laugh that ever fell from
such young lips.
We will not dispute about a word,
papa. Answer my question-do you
know what manner of man my hus-
band is?"
Il know the earl is considered a
very handsome, fascinating man by all
who are acquainted with him. he re-
piled.
"Handsome!" she repeated, sorrow
fully What has that to do with it?
Do you know that he is utterly incor-
rigible-that he spends his days and
nights In playing and betting that he
comes home at sunrise-that he neg
Fleets every duty"
Little foibles, my dear" he replied
quickly; you must not think too much
lof them"
She folded her hands and they lay
1istlessly on her dress.
Little foibles, papa? II men call
those things little foibles I should like
TO know what you consider great
sins?"
We will waive that, my dear--it is
mot matter for discussion" said the
lawyer, almost wishing that he had
mot called on that particular morn
Ding.
But she was not to be silenced.
Did you know what he was when
you allowed me to marry him." she
continued.
Il knew that he was Lord Caraven--
and surely that was enough-a peer OF
the realm, man of ancient descent"
Did yon know that he liked gam
bling and betting better than anything
else in the world?" she asked.
Mere foibles. All men have their
Iweaknesses-those are his. You must
have patience, my dear"
did You know" she continued.
THAT ne does not even like me, and
never did,
Nonsense, Hildred! You have all
that you require" he said, hastily.
And dead heart" she murmured--
"a dead heart! Papa, did you remem-
Der that was young, and that youth
lives on lover
"Nonsense!' he replied. "You have
grown sentimental through having
nothing 70 do, Hiidred"
ut wan cruel thing. this marriage
j was 30 young--I might have been
spared. 1t was cruel deed"
"My dear Hildred," said Arley Ran
|sogne growing alarmed. Il did not de-
ceivs you never told you that Lord