Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1903-11-26
CHAPTER XVII.
"How | Envy Her.

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Thursday-Thursday evening. And
what a miserable day it had been
what a thoroughly wretched evening
1t was! The invigorating snap of cold
weather had been succeeded by a thaw
Ia clumsy, slippery. dispirited thaw,
accompanied by heavy rains.
All day had the guests of Blackcas.
tie wandered about the great old house
from the music room to the billiard
room, from the library to the picture
gallery--in vague search of amuse-
ment.
And, In truth, It was no trial to be
prisoner in Blackcastle; for, take it all
in all. one could feel wholly
lonely surrounded by such miracles OF
art, such Injuries of wealth, such sug-
gestions of exquisite refinement which
this proud home boosted.
Most. of the day Cynthia Lennox
had spent by the bedside OF the
ST. range gueg- fate had flung at their
agtes. She found a peculiar and most
tnexplicable fascination in the fever.
isb face which lay upon the snowy
pillow.
A dozen times she went away--a
dozen times she came back. Where
had she seen that face before? 1t held
for her a shadowy, intangible mem
DRY. Where. nowhere, how? she
asked herself vainly. and over.
The chill yellowish daylight was
~shuddering to twilight, when my lady
came softly into the room and up to
where Cynthia stood by the sick girls
bedside.
What are you thinking of, dear?-
you look SO solemn" she whispered,
putting her arm around her wards
waist.
swered, with a slow motion Of her
swered, with a slow motto nof her
head toward the quiet figure before
them. 81" thoughtfully. was won
dering who she is-what her name L.;
wondering, too. IL there Is any n who
misses her now-any one who loves
her."
IL 10 a LdCc budl NOulu VIII INV
royalty" my lady answered. Her
face Is her f%ortune!"
For the first time in several hours
she was resting calmly. just pow the
subdned light from a shaded lamp.
burning near her, penetrated the rich
curtains, and showed her AZ she lay
a model for a sculptor. One arm, from
which the loose white sleeve had fallen
away, was flung above her head. and
against the blue silken draperies OF
the bed ii cleaned. fair and rounded,
and fsultIessly nodded. One hand lay
quite motionless on the lace caveyiet-
a slender. snowy hand, the hand OF an
a~ristocrat to the finger tips.
The upturned face was beautiful In
its softensa, ~slumberous repose--a
childish face, with full, bright curIs
clustering round the pure brow, with
its finely ~penciled black brows and
long. jetty lashes; with its fever
flushed cheeks and curved. scarlet lips.
And even Is they looked, she moved
and spoke.
"Clive." she whispered. and smiled
-"Clive!"
A look Of pain crossed my lady's
face. She turned quickly away.
II sometimes wonder why we ever
brought her here. Cynthia, instead OF
sending her to the county hospital"
"Ah." with a gentle. reproachful
laugh. that was not you that spokel-
They called a maid to attend the pa
tient. and went together down stairs.
At the foot my lady paused. and drew
out her watch.
Cynthia turned away and walked
rapidly down the. hall.
-Ffvei Mr.. Bowers will be here by
six. suppose be wants to see me-
about those Australian stocks. / can
imagine no other errand which would
bring him without a
The servants were lighting the
BRINE ~pedestaled lamps throughout
the long hall. and By their luster Miss
Leunox caught q glimpse OF her
friends face. How white. and trou-
bied. and anxious II iokedi What
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