Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1903-12-03

VUyiSu UlkEntuO[1. "A lA(C A4H va
titude and honor, OF firm, though gem
tie. resolve. A face with a well-cut
mouth. mirthful and sweet as a wom-
ans, wit ha pair OF big. black, daunt
less eyes. flashing and spirited.
For a long time abe looked at It in
siIence-looked at 1t as women look
at that which Is dearest to them In
tife-with a reverence rife with pas
sion, and q calm. rigid and enforced.
"There!"
She turned suddenly away as she
spoke, with q gesture that might al
most be called a wrench. so different
was 1t from her usual stately move
ments.
She began walking rapidly up and
down the room.
what news will he bring me?
There! | am quite strong n~ow--duite!
What is that cynical thought which has
been in.ruding itself of late?-that we
are all fools, we women! Well. we
can keep our own secrets-thank God
for that"
Once che paused. and thrustlng her
hand In her bosom drew forth a CLEAN
ing object-a heavy. antique locket OF
dull gold.
II was a gift that Give had brought
10 his mother on the evening Of his
last home coming. Cynthia had found
It the morning after his departure
found II on the floor OF the library,
where It had been flung the previous
evening In bitter anger.
She opened It now and held It In the
fun, soft candle light. She bent a lit
Gle forward, and leaning her elbow on
the table. her head ON her hand, looked
long and earnestly at the face 1t con-
tanned.
An older, stronger. graver face than
that which hung on the wall. A sweep
ing mustache shaded. but did not hide.
the fine lips. The clearly-defned feat
ures were decidedly handsome, the
dark. eager eyes hawk-like and spir-
fteG.
What was that-a tearf
Miss Lennox started as that burning
drop fell upon her hand-started as
though It had stung her.
She clasped the locket hurriedly.
and thrusting II In her bosom, recon-
menced her restless walk.
Hank! The great iron knocker was
sounding a m On the hall door.
A moment more, and she could hear
MIR. Bowers smooth tones In the corri-
dor beyond.
SPresent my compliments to Lady
Cprrington. and inform her of my ar
rival. What Miss Lennox desires to
see me? The last room? Very well!"
Cynthia was standing by the center
table when he entered-an erect, ex-
pectant, quiet figure. She looked I'M
commonly tall as she stood just now.
clad IN a high-throated. long-waisted
gown of a peculiar. soft. rich violet.
which fell TO the floor in flowing and
unbroken lines.
"Good evening, Miss Iennox!" said
the man OF law, ~deferentially. though
his smile had lost much Of It's former
~unrufled serenity. San unpleasant
evening, Is II not? Our charming
weather could not last--a very un-
pleasant EVENING""
The girl made a faint, impatient mo
tlon with her hand.
"That will do. Do not think me dis
courteous, but we cannot discuss the
weather now. Please shut the door"
And when he had done S o she wheel
ed suddenly round and faced him. In
strong but restrained excitement.
Now" she cried-"quick--tell mel
You have heard-you have news! 7
read It in your face. Where Is he?-
how is he? Quick!"
The words. the tone, the manner OF
feverish eagerness. we're so wholly
foreign to calm, naughty Cynthia Len
nox that the person she addressed re
garded her a second in amazement.
"well7" she prompted.
He lifsed his head with an air of sud-
den. dogged resolution, and looked her
full in the face. And this time he did
not try to smile.
aWeli. | suppose It Is no use trying
60 break things to you" he said. slow
ly. You are right have news! What
10 more--l have q neTss he paused
a moment
GO oni"
He glanced UP at her half-timidiy
That lofty. imperial presence seemed
90 dwarf the little lawyer mentally as
well as physically.
~For weeks | worked conscientiously
and necessarily. and absolutely with
out surcess. / could discover no clue.
no trace. no guide to Sir Give Caring
tons whereabouts. ! had decided TO
come down and tell you I must throw
M the case. when. provicentially and
without any effort whatsoever on my
part, thai which had been striving
20 eIucidate was all at IA made
clear to me-"
sOh. stop!~ Cynthia cried, with q
fierce explosion OF her meager stock Of
patience. "You are not telling me