The Delta independent., 1901-05-17

CHAPTER III.-(Continued.)
Il suppose 1t must be that do not
care to do So" she answered coldly.
almost insolently, with an intonation
that cut him to the quick; and then he
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 a fool | am-what mad
fool-to walt all my life up to this.
only to fall in love with woman
who scarcely cares to remember my
existence"
With this self-congratulatory ad-
dress. he strobe down the steps and
into the pony carriage, in which short
ly afterward he drove his sister and
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 with
Denzil. Once applying the whip too
sharply to the well-cared-for back OF
Gill. the far-off pony. she thought
proper to make a bolt OF 1t for half
mile or so, and persuaded Jack to ac-
company her. until steep hill and
Denzil's firm hand had once more re-
duced them to kindly frame OF mind.
During this rather trying half mile.
Miss Younge. as loudly as she well
could. had taken particular pains to
express her CONSERVATION at and her
disapprovzl OF her brothers mode OF
driving until Denzil. provoked beyond
bounds by more than one cause that
day. turned and advised her. in no
very tender terms. to restrain her ex-
citement; after which Rachael set her
thin lips tightly together. and deter
mined to have her revenge as speedily
as possible: 80 when the Grange had
been reached. and they all stood round
the phReton. waiting for Eddie's knock
at the door to be answered. she said.
sweetly:
What is the matter with you today.
Denzil, dear7 You are little out OF
sorts. are you not!"
Am -" asked Densil. Il don't
know-most people are at times.
suppose. Why do you ask"
'Oh, for nothing, dearest'-if pos
sible. spoken more sweetly still-"I
was only anxious: and. by the bye.
your persuasive powers failed to bring
Aiss Trevanion with US. did they
not,"
oh. you serpent" thought Frances
Sylvcrion. Indignantly. as she saw
Dcnxil's handsome face contract and
nush painfully: but all she said was.
''Mr. Younge. will you come here and
see what Eddie has done to my stir
rnp! The boy Grows more intolerably
stupid every day. WHAT'S there
nothing really the matter with Il!
Well. wonder then what makes II
feel % queer" and then the door was
opened. and Denxil helping her from
her saddle. they all went into the
house.
Here they spent a long half hour
with the master of the Grange-a half
hour that worked wonders. as Frances
obtained her request. and bali was
promised within a fortnight TO ceie-
brate her delivery from Uncle Gardens
grasp-'strictly on the condition"
said old Dick Blount, that you give
me the frst Quadrille. Miss Frank"
and she having promised the desired
dance willingly enough, they all
turned once more homeward.
Frances Sylverton discovered two
things during her ride that morning.
One was. that the chestnut thorough
bred she rode that day went easier in
Its stride than the little gray mare.
her more constant companion: the
other. that Dcnzil Younge was. with
out doubt. very desperately in love
with beautiful Mildred Trevanion.