The Leon reporter., 1901-06-13
Mildred 80
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BY THE DUCHESS.
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CHAPTER ILL., (Continued.)
II suppose 1t must be that l do not
eare to do So" she answered coldly,
almost insolently, with an intonation
that cut him to the quick; and then he
stepped asidA and she passed through.
AS the lass Of her dress disappeared
through an opposite door, the young
man turned away. clinched his hands,
and muttered to himself:
AWhat fool am-what mad
tRl-to wait all nay life up to this,
onlyl to fall in love with woman
who scarcely cares to remember my
existence!'
With this self-congratulatory ad-
|dress, he strode down the steps and
into the pony carriage, in which short
" afterward he drove his sister and
'sthe queen" to the Grange.
All things considered, the poor po-
mics 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 bolt of it for half
Emile or SO, and persuaded Jack to ac-
company her, until steep hill and
DenziIs firm hand had once more re-
duced them to a kindly frame of mind.
During this rather trying half mile,
Miss Younge, as loudly as she we'll
could, had taken particular pains to
express her CONSERVATION at and her
disapproval 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; so when the Grange had
been reached, and they all stood round
the phaeton, waiting for Eddies knock
,at the door to be answered, she said,
sweetly:
What is the matter with you today,
Denzil, dear? You are little out OF
sorts, are you not?"
Am II" asked Denzil. II don't
know-most people are at times,
suppose. Why do you ask?"
E 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
Miss Trevanion with us, did they
not?"
sOh, you serpent" thought Frances
Sylverton, Indignantly, as she saw
Denzil's handsome face contract and
flush painfully; but all she said was,
Mr.. Younge, will you come here and
see what Eddie has done to my stir
rup3 The boy grows more intolerably
stupid every day. WHAT'S there
nothing really the matter with it?
Well, wonder then what makes it
feel 30 queer" and then the door was
{ opened, and Denzil helping her from
her saddle, they all went into the
house.
Here they spent long half hour
yith the master of the Grange half
Jour that worked wonders, as Frances
btained her request, and ball was
romfsed within fortnight to cele-
rate her delivery from Uncle Gardens
ASP strictly on the condition, .
Id old Dick Blount, 'that you give
the first quadrille, Miss Frank" !"
d she having promised the desired
nee willingly enough, they all
rned once more homeward.
frances Sylverton discovered two
lngs during her ride that morning.
% was, that the chestnut thorough
ID she rode that day went easier in
stride than the little gray mare,
more constant companion; the
her, that Denzil Younge was, with
but doubt, very desperately in love
with beautiful Mildred Trevanion.