The Red Cloud chief., 1901-03-29

II suppose II must be that 40 ho'
care to do So" she answered coldly' |
almost insolently, with an intonatioh |
that cut him to the quick; and then ne ,
stepped aside and she passed through.
As the last OF her dress disappeared
through an opposite door, the young
man turned away, clinched his hands
and muttered to himself:
What fool am-what mau
fool--to wait all my life up to this'
only to fall in love with woman
who scarcely cares to remember my
existence"
With this self-congratulatory au-
dress, he strode down the steps anu
into the pony carriage, In which snort.
ly afterward he drove his sister ana
1.-The queen" to the Grange.
All things considered. the poor po-
nies would have preferred any other
driver that day, and the girls more
lively companion: but che sara sara
and so all parties had to put up win
Denzil. Once applying the whip 100
sharply to the well-cared-for back OF
Gill, the far-off pony, she thought
proper to make bolt Of 1t for haii
| mile or so, and persuaded Jack 10 ac-
company her. until steep hill ana
| Denzils firm hand had once more re-
duced them to kindly frame OF mind.
| During this rather trying half miie'
Miss Younge, as loudly as she weii
| could, had taken particular pains 10
| express her CONSERVATION at and her
| 80 har hrn
driving, until Denzil, provoked beyohu
bounds by more than one cause that
day, turned and advised her, In no
very tender terms, to restrain her ex-
element: after which Rachael set her
thin lips tightly together, and deter
mined to have her revenge as speedily
az possible: so when the Grange had
been reached, and they all stood round
the phaeton. waiting for Eddie's knock
at the door to be answered, she said
sweetly:
What is the matter with you today
DenziI dear? You are a little out o'
sorts, are you not?"
Am u" asked Denzn. II dom
know-most people are at times,
suppose Why do you ask?'
"Oh, for nothing, dearest"-if pos
sible, spoken more sweetly still"
was only anxious; and. by the bye
your persuasive powers failed to brinj
Miss Trevanion with us, did the
not?"
"Oh, you serpent" thought France
Sylverton, Indignantly. as she say
, Denzil's handsome face contract an
flush painfully; but all she said wal
mr. Younge, will you come here an
= see what Eddie has done to my still
" rup? The boy grows more intolerabl
. stupid every day. WHAT'S thei
= nothing really the matter with II
. Well. I wonder then what makes
feel so queer" and then the door wa
!, opened, and Denzil helping her frol
her saddle. they all went into Il
house.
y Here they spent long half no,
!, with the master Of the Grange-a ha
: hour that worked wonders, as France
= obtained her request, and a ball wa
s promised within fortnight to cell
: brate her delivery from Uncle Garden
grasp-"strictly on the condition
said old Dick Blount, that you gl'
;. me the first quadrille, Miss Frank;
J. and she having promised the desire
II dance willingly enough, they a
o turned once more homeward.
Frances Sylverton discovered tv
things during her ride that mornin
l. One was, that the chestnut thoroug
er bred she rode that day went easier
IS its stride than the little gray mar
DO her more constant companion; Il
other, that Denzil Younge was. wit
=. out doubt. very desperately in 10
with beautiful Mildred Trevanion.