The Aberdeen Democrat. (Aberdeen, South Dakota) 1???-1909, 1903-07-24
Miss MAYNARD laughs the English

Miss Maynard laughs the English
woman's little laugh Of polite incred
ulity.
yes? Funny thing. isn't it? The,
are generally Scotch"
Luckily Frewin's Indian experience
has not been sufficiently lengthy fol
him to appreciate the insult applied
But when he rides with Rose next
day, the soft staccato voice jars OF
him for the first time, the many tri.
fling ignoranccs strike him in a new
light, and she q%uivers at his irritable
tone.
The idyll's ending was swifter than
had been its beginning. Miss Maynard
was only one of many who, with the
very best intentions-was there ever
vet a woman who did harm without
these same good intentions?-told
him more or less candidly that it
was simply impossible that he should
think seriously of that Rowan girl"
His chiefs wife, who had a peculiar
aptitude for managing other peoples
affairs, reasoned with him urgently;
the owners of the marriageable lots,
viewing Frewin as a young man likely
to come on in the service, asked him
to dine; while the lots themselves,
observant that he was quite a nice
looking boy, and would probably have
a comfortable billet later, firted
with him to a degree that simple
hearted Rose had never attempted.
The long solitude a deuN was ended,
and ven when it was possible to re-
new it Frewin showed no eagerness
to do so. a place was made for him
in Nara society, by virtue of his
position and it's probabilities, and his
eminently respectable relations at
home, but there was no room for Miss
Rowan in the same circle.
She missed Frewin, and being young
and foolish did not understand. Out
of the fullness of her loving heartshe
wrote him notes which made him
frown and put on his judicial look
the same look which in later years he
gave subs when he told them that
LllS COulSC luuSC NC 1C01d us
continued"
He wrote replies that were vague
reuse at first, and stifny formal
denials later.
Rose cried over them, and the
strange pain that had come into life
grew greater with each letter. She
wrote a last appeal, full of loving
foolishness and angelic forgiveness,
and went up to the little Catholic
to petition that the answer
be as she would have it.
And Frewin wrote back that sowing
neither of them had any CON
trol-he had been forced to the con
that any more intimate rela-
than those of friends would not
be wise for either" etc.
1t was a long, semi-oMcial letter,
to Justify a position of which
Frewin had the grace to be
lshamed; but the long words and
phrasing were lost on a girl
whose heart was broken.
by the way, Frewin," says a man
1t dinner in the after years when
Frewin is high in the service, and the
'ormer Miss Maynard is presiding
,ver his house and name with all the
dignity of which she gave prom
Sc. swho do you think nnrsed me
When / was in the hospital with ty-
'hNid fever last month? That pretty
girl who used to be at Nara
you were there. Went into a
onvent, and is hospital sister now.
'unny thing for her to do, wasn't it?"
The speakers tone is light. The
natter is only a dinner table topic
o him.
But Frewin responds. "yes-I
hould think so,' so absently, his eyes
back on life's yesterday for
moment. that his wife tells the kit
rather sharply that the burra1
ahib is wanting champagne.-Black
nd White.