Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1903-11-26

How 10 your patient. Miss Gym
thar"
Better IL anything; but we can
perceive little change In her. She
raves necessarily"
Eyes; ! went down to the library for
a book late last night" said Miss Dent,
In quick recollection, and coming
back ! passed her room. l could hear
her repeating distinctly one word-a
name-Cliye. BY the way, that is
your sons name, is 1t not, Lady Car
rington?"
My lady's lips compressed them
selves into d pale, level line.
Good heavens!" she asked herself.
in fierce, Inward questioning. "wheE
will these people learn to keep their
clumsy fingers out OF an open wound?"
With alert, womanly perception.
Cynthia saw how the utterance Of that
one familiar word had dismayed her.
"Yes. that is the name Of Lady Car
rington's son. We had been talking OF
him in her presence for some time-his
mother and land she fastened on his
name. which she kept repeating with
the foolish delirium of fever"
How shall we spend the morning?"
questioned Vera, suppressing a yawn.
"Skate!" emphatically advised ener-
getic Miss Earle. Wen have a thaw
pretty soon and that will prove the
end OF our fun till Christmas. Who'll
come? Vera, Will, Freddie"
what a madcap you are, Baby!" re-
monstrated Miss Cassard, with her az
gravatingly amiabie smile.
f"Oh, bother!" calculated that young
lady, with brief reverence. Come
on, Freddie!"
But meek Mr.. Lynn had apparently
read disapproyal in Miss Cassard's last
remark. For he sat down beside her
and picked up a truant ball of blue
wool.
IL don't think | will go! You are
not going, Miss Cassard? No. thank
you, Miss Earle" in painful and irreso-
lutte politeness, II don't think / viii
60"
"Stay them with brusque and half
contemptrous impotence. Come,
VIII You never desert mel Play
mate of my childhood" proclaimed
Miss Earle, in mock-heroic eloquence,
friend OF my youth, companion Of my
- Goodness gracious! here's the
MALL"
The flash Of a scarlet dress. a twin
kle of flying feet, a glimps of bobbing
curls, and exit Miss Earle.
What a childI" Cynthia said, with
a lenient laugh.
In a moment she had reappeared,
with the leathern letter bag held se-
curely in two slim. brown hands.
Wait! let me open 1t! I'm postman
to-day! One for Cynthia, two for Miss
Dent, a paper for Sir Jasper, a postal
for VIII, a letter for Lady Darlington
and a letter for mel That's ALL"
Then there was no sound for awhile
as they read their mail.
"Oh!.
They started at the sound Of the
short, explosive gasp. Baby had drop
ped her letter and was dancing round
the room in a very ecstasy.
"Oh, it's from papa-it's from papa!
and he's coming home-before Christ
masl And I haven't seen hia for
three yearsl Oh, Cynthia, think of
It'll"
And she flung herself down beside
Miss Lennox, In a little, painting,
brcathless, scarlet heap.
"Ch. you blissful lunatic!" Cynthia
laughed, putting one slim, sparkling
hand on the girls dark head.
Cynthia" protested Miss Earle,
with joyous and earnest impressive
ness, II feel as though I could hug the
whole world just now!"
"A most charitable and laudable
frame of mind" emphaticaIly declared
young Warren. "Suppose-supose you
begin with me?"
Suppose | dont?"
Miss Lennox!" Freddie Lynn cried
out, in quick alarm. "looK at Lady Car
rington. She Is ill-she Is faintingi"
They clustered round her In e :ao-
ment In startled terror. She was lean
ing back in her chair, her face awfully
gray and rigid. One hand was pressed
convulsiyely about her heart: the
other, still clutching the letter she had
been reading. hung loosely at her side.
"No. mol am not illi" she said,
huskily, and, pushing away her chair.
rose with an effort. "I--am just a lit
tle--faint. I will go to my room"
Cynthia put one arm around her and
together they passed into the hall and
up the stairs. Once in her own apart
ment, m lady pushed away the help
full hands with quiet decision.
Thank you. dear." she said, not I'M
gently; "but leave me now. I am bet
ter alone"
May ! not know-oh. my mother
my nor than mother--may / not know
what troubles your"
She was kneeling by the elder wcm-
ans chair. her white, loose morning
dress flowing about her, her dark,