Hutchinson gazette., 1901-04-04

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Il suppose II must be that | do not
care TO do 80, 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, cllnched his hands,
and muttered to himself;
What fool ! am-what a mad
fool-to wait all my life up to this,
only to fan In love with woman
who scarcely cares to remember my
existence
With this self-oongratulatory ad-
dress, he strode 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-
niles would have preferred any other
driver that day, and the girls more
lively companion; but che sara, sara,
and 30 all parties had to put up with
DenzIl, Once applying the whip too
sharply to the well-cared-for back OF
Gill, the iar-or pony, she thought
proper to make n bolt of II for half a
mile or 30, and persuaded Jack to ac-
company her, until a steep hill and
Denzl'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
dlsapproval Of her brothers mode or
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 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 I?' asked Den2ll. Il don't
know-most people are at times
suppose, Why do you ask?"
"0h, for nothing, dearest"-lf 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?"
"Oh, you serpent" thought Frances
Sylverton, Indignantly, as she saw
Denzl'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
rup? The boy grows more intolerably
stupid every day WHAT'S there
nothing really the matter with It?
Well, wonder then what makes 1t
feel so queer" and then the door was
opened, and Denzil 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 a ball was
promised within a fortnight to cele-
brate her delivery from Uncle Gardens
strictly on the condition"
said old Dick Blount, that you give
me the first Quadrllc, 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
It's stride than the little gray mare,
her more constant companion; the
other, that Denzil Younge was, with
out doubt, very desperately In love
with beautiful Mildred Trevanlon.