Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1901-07-19

devoted to study, or reading of some
and. For several weeks nothing wa:
allowed to interfere with this arrange
mcnt, but Mt the end of that time tho
quiet OF Mrs. Mason's house was dis
tlTbcd by the unexpected arrival of Aunt
Martha and Ida, who came up to Chico
pee for the purpose of inducing Mrs. Ma.
son and Mary to spend the coming winter
IN Boston. AT first Mrs. Mason hesitat.
ed, but every objection which either she
or Mary raised was so easily put aside
that she finally consented, saying she
would he ready to so about the middle of
| November,
CHAPTER Nv.
Come this way. Mary. I'll show you
your chamber. It's right here next ia
mine." said Ida Sclden. as on the evening
of her friends arrival she led her up to
a handsomely furnished apartment,
which for many weeks had borne the title
of "Mary's room"
"Oh. how pleasant" was Mary's excla-
nation. as she. surveyed the room in
which everything was arranged with such
perfect taste.
Mary was too happy to speak, and,
dropping into the easy-chair, she burst
into tears. In a moment Ida, too, was
seated in the same chair, with her arm
around Mary's neck. Then, as her own
eyes CHANGED to fall upon some vases, She
brought n of them to Mary, saying,
See, these are for you-a present from
one who babe ME present them with his
compliments to the little girl who nurscd
him on board the Windermere, and who
cried because he called her ugly"
Mary's heart was almost audible in it's
beating, and her checks took ON the hue
of the cushions on which she reclined. Re
turning the vase to the m%antelpiece. Ida
came back to her side, and. bending close
to her face, w%hispercd: cousin George
told me of you years ago. when he first
came here, but l forgot all about it, and
when we We're ut Mount Holyoke | never
suspected that you were the little girl he
used to talk so much about. But n few
days before he went away he reminded
me of it again. and then l understood why
he was so much interested in you. /
wonder YOU never told me you knew him.
for, Of course, you like him. You can't
help it."
Mary only heard a part of what Ida
said. Jus before he went away" Was
he gone, M should she not see him af-
ter all? A cloud gathered upon her brow.
and Ida. readily divining it's cause, re.
piled, YES. George is gone. Either he or
father must so to New Orleans, and so
George, Of course, vent. Isn't it too
bad? l cried and fretted, but he only
pulled my ears. n said he should think
I'd be glad, for he knew we wouldn't
want a siX-footer dominecring over us, and
following us everywhere. us he would
surely do We're he at home"
Mary felt more disappointed than she
was willing to acknowledge, and for n
moment she half-wished herself pack in
Chicopee, but soon recovering her eaua-
nimity, she vcntured to ask how long
George was to be gone.
Until April, l believe said Ida; "but
anyway you are to stay until he comes.
for Aunt Martha promised to keep YOU,
don't know exactly what George said to
her about you but they talked together
more than two hours, and she says YOU
are to take music lessons and drawing
lessons, and all that. George is very fond
OF music"
The next morning between 10 and IL
the doorbell rang. and in a moment Jen-
ny Lincoln, whose fathers house was
JuSS OppOSAeSs HAA NAAppILS luGO III par
lor. She had lost in Il measure that To-
tundity of person so offensive to her
mother. md it seemed to Mary that there
was a thoughtful expression on her face
never seen there before, but in all other
merry-hearted Jenny.
II just this minute heard you were
here, and came over just as 1 was" said
she. After asking Mary if she wasn't
sorry George had gone, and if she ex-
pected to find MIR. Stuart, she said, 81
suppose You know Ella is here, and
breaking e%verybody's heart. Of course.
She went to a concerttxith lis last even
ing, and looked perfectly beautiful. Hen
ry says she is the handsomest girl he
ever saw, and l do hope she'll make
something of him. but I'm afraid he is
only trifing with her"
If there was q person in the world
whom Mary thoroughly detested it was
Henry Lincoln, and her eyes sparkled
and flashed so Indignantly that Ida no.
ticed it. and secretly thought that Henry
Lincoln would for once find his match.
After a time Mary turned to Jenny, say
ing. You haven't told me n word about
about William Bender. Is he wcllY"
Jenny blushcd deeply, and, hastily re-
plying that he was the last time she saw
him, started up, whispering in Mary's
ear, "Oh, I've got SO much to tell you
but I must go now"
Ida accompanied her to the door. and
asked why Rose, too. did not call. In
her usual frank, open way Jenny answer
ed, "You know why. Rose is so queer"
Ida understood her, and replied, very
we'll; but tell her that if she doesn't see
fit to notice my visitors 1 certainly shall
not be polite to hers"
This message had the desired effect, for
Rose, who was daily expecting a Miss
King from Philadelphia, felt that nothing
would mortify her more than to be leg
lected BY Ida, who was rather q leader