Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1903-01-08
Rates dress was a brown linen,

Rates dress was a brown linen,
scrupulously neat, with a white collar
at the throat; but IL was just such q
dress as any poor person might wear.
But for all that, and the fact that she
was picking berries, Julia began to
fear that she might be some rich girl
who had taken the within 10 spend the
summer in disguise.
She certainly looked, spoke and act
ed like a lady, and Julia nov began to
be conscious that she herself had GER
tainly not spoke and acted like one
But she would not have cared II she
had not suspected that her companion
was other than she had thought at
first.
Ralph Caryl, In spite OF his crimes,
possessed q good deal more Of what Is
known as good breeding than did his
sister.
With her new suspicious, Julia
thought 1t might be well to begin to be
civil, and she said:
Il fear / have not been courteous;
but ! was so alarmed that / hardly
know what I did say. l hope you will
pardon me-"
Pray don't speak Of It," was the DO
AAhS BCopDhSEs DuL SpOhCu EdluGT COlQly.
you have been very kind. l hardly
know what l should have done without
your assistance" went on Julia, still
more cordially; for she began to be
fully convinced that this must be a
girl of wealth and social Importance.
II beg you not to talk thus" said
Kate. Il did very little. l am sorry
you should have met with such an &C.
cident. Your hand will be painful for
several days. / fear"
Julia did not speak directly; she was
occupied in looking for a letter she
had missed from her pocket; and Kate
took up the scarlet shawl and waited
to throw IT over the shoulders where it
belonged.
you will not wear scarlet again
without thinking of your mishap here"
she said, as she arranged the drapery.
And the thought will bring to mind
my gratitude" said Julia, now speak
ing in her softest tone and with her
most winning manner May / not
know to whom l am indebted?"
Certainly. | am Kate Purcell"
And again Kate thought it was curl
Gus that she should be always telling
people her name.
Julia did not reply by giving her
own name-something prevented her
but she held out her hand, saying,
with great apparent c~ordiaIity:
Il am almost tempted to be glad Of
the accident which has made you
known to me. l am stopping at Mrs.
B~lanchard's, on the hill near the beach,
and | hope to see you again"
Kate reciprocated that hope; though
she could not do it very sincerely, for
h was certain there was nothing in
common between the two.
DO you know the way DOWN." she
fastened to ask.
Il am not sure; but I can find it If
you direct me-"
go in that direction" pointing,
land in a few minutes you will come
to a path, which you will but have to
follow down the hill"
After a few more words, inter
spersed with thanks, Julia left and be-
gan the descent, glad to be alone to
compose her thoughts.
so that is Kate Purcell?" she solil-
oquized. We'll, I hate her! l should
have hated her anyway, but more espe-
ctally as she saw me in that absurd
~predicament- / suppose 1 must have
said some very rude things: but the
amusement on her face, when she flrst
saw me, made me frantic with rage.
No; / won't forgive her for that; and
I'll pay her off n OF these days! So
she doesn't care for Dick Burt? Well,
h shall have the satisfaction Of soon
learning that he doesn't care for her
any more. | only wish there was a
lover for whom she aid care. 1t would
be such pleasure to get her away from
him, and / think / could do 1t. Let us
hope therein be a chance. Yes, | hate
her horribly It be good enough for
her to get to be my brothers wife. |
wonder II he is smitten with her? He
didn't say anything about it. He
might, at least, have described her,
and shouldn't have 80 demeaned my
self as to have been rude to her-and
then to have to apologize. oh, | will
pay her of! If nothing else was the
matter, she's too nearly beautiful for
me not 20 dislike her-and her clear
eyes have a way OF seeing right
through anyone; they look as IL they
could detect deceit by a glance. But,
Of course, they can't-that's all folly!
If they did, my brother would have a
poor chance"
Thus thinking, Julia Caryl hurried
down the hill and to Mrs. Blanchard's.
To the inquiries she met there, as tc
what had happened to her hand, she
merely replied that she had torn the
flesh with a thorn.
AS for Kate Purcell, she went on
picking berries, her heart much less
light than 1t had been before she had
seer Julia. But she tried to put the
thought of the woman from her. She
should probably never q the stran-
ger a dozen times In her life.
She thought Ii very odd that such
a woman should choose to stay at Mrs.
Blanchard's. And then she r~esolutely
thought Of something else. g.
When she reached the road, Julia
Caryl met Dick Burt slowly sauntering
along with his hands in his pockets.
His stolid way OF taking her presence
piqued Julia more than anything he
could have done. She passed him with
a frigid bow, having her own notion OF
the way she was to pursue with him.
Gold, stuck-up thing!" was his
thought as she went on What ip
the deuce Caryl brought her here for
l know not
Ao5 ~ gor R-or. rn,a.atc~ tho,