The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1901-04-11

carefully turned way from the wicked
old man behind them
"Well?" he said.
Well" she said, looking at him in
a hard, dry kind of way, a you
been there?"
Yes
rH,m-nice little surprise for you, ]
should fancy"
'.Oh. a devil of a surprise irritably.
Amelia Harris laughed cynicaiiy.
"Ah, I've been wondering all the morn
ing what you'd think. Well" sharply
does it maxi any difference, or are
you going on, because if it does
"Well?"
''Well, III send on this telegram II
give her this letter. Poor little 1901
she has been worrying about the IN
dian mail all the morning.
You will do nothing of the kind
Of purse I am going on" cried LORD
Aylmer, sharply, under his breath.
Give them to me-what are they?
There-that will do. Go back-take a
cab-and look after my interests as IL
-this-this-creature had not come at
all to interfere with my plans. II any
thing Of importance occurs write to
me at Aylmer's Field. IL you need to
use the telegraph, be very careful how
you word your message"
"On the old plan, | suppose?' n
asked.
Eyes; now go. Charles, to my club"
Yes, m lord"
Being September, the old lord found
his favorite club almost deserted-not
hat he minded; in fact, he wanted the
| club to himself, and practically he had
it. He did not waste time, but read
the telegram at once. "Boy-both well"
with a sheer, and tore it into a thou
sand fragments, which he flung into
the CRATE. Then he opened the letter,
in Dicks well-known writing, bearing
the Madras postmark.
1t was a long and tender letter, full
Of solicitude for her welfare and CIV
ing her amusing description OF his
everyday life.
Madras isn't much of a place. my
darling" Dick said, ''but ! shall like
it well enough when you are out here
Good Cod" Lord Aylmer cried
aloud, then she means going out to
him. So that's your game, Is 1t. my
little white cat? All! we must see II
We can't make a change In that pro-
gram
AS he sat there muttering owe the
letter an old gentleman, who was
peacefully slumbering over the Morn
ing Post, started violently and began to
make profuse apologies.
BEG your pardon, I'm sure-afraid |
was nodding over the paper-ten thou
sand pardons, and-why, it's Aylmer!
Bless my soul, Aylmer, are you in
town? How do you do"
Yes, / am in town-I'm quite well,
| thank you and / don't want the paper
because I'm reading letters Of great i'm
portance," said Lord Aylmer, rudely
and pointedly, and with an utter alb
sence Of the delightful fatherly man
ner which he found so effectual at
times.
"Oh! really. Deuced unpleasant let
tiers, too, | should think" said the old
gentleman, who was a much more i'm
portant parsonage than Lord Aylmer,
and did not care a snap OF his finger
for him.
He got up from the chair where he
had been sitting, and waddled off to a
somewhat easier one in the big bow
window, where he sat down, and began
diligently studying the paper, only
presently to go fast asleep again with
the paper ~defantly clasped in his arms.
Lord Aylmer went on studying Dicks
letter, feeling better for the small pas
sage of words, much as n often feels
when a thunderstorm has cleared the
atmosphere on a hot summers day.
"All the same" the letter continued,
II have got most comfortable quarters
here, and ! have seen a jolly little
house about a mile from the town
where | think you will be as happy
as possible. am looking out for a
first-rate ayah for you, but really it
will be the easiest If you get an ayah
for the child in town-there are al
ways, ONE who have taken children
over and want their return passage.
You see, my darling, l have not been
idle about you, nor forgotten to make
the best Of my opportunities in gather
ing information which may make you
more comfortable, though l think
sometimes that people must wonder
why l want to know about ayahs and
nurses"
Ito be Continued.)