The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1903-01-08
Hates dress was a brown linen,

fear that she might be some rich girl
who had taken the within TO spend the
summer in disguise.
She certainly looked, spoke and act
ed like lady, and Julia now began to
be conscious that she herself had GER
tainly not spoke and acted like one.
= But she would not have cared IL she
had not suspected that her companion
was other than she had thought at
first.
Ralph Caryl, in spite Of his crimes.
possessed a good deal more of what is
known as good breeding than did his
sister.
With her new suspicious, Julia
thought Ii might be well to begin to be
civil, and she said:
Il fear l have not been courteous:
but | was so alarmed that | hardly
know what / did say. hope you will
pardon me-"
Pray don't speak Of It," was the DO
lite response, but spoken rather coldly.
you have been very kind. / hardly
know what should have done without
your assistance" went on Julia, still
more cordially; for she began to be
fully convinced that this must be q
Importance.
Il beg you not to talk thus" said
Kate. u 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 I not
know to whom 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 cordially:
Il am almost tempted to be glad of
the accident which has made you
known to me. l am stopping at Mrs.
Blanchard'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
she 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 can find It If |
you direct me-"
"and in few minutes you will come
to a path, which you will but have to |
follow down the hill"
After 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. well, l hate her! | should !
have hated her anyway, but more espe- |
cially as she saw me in that absurd |
predicament l suppose l must have |
said some very rude things; but the |
amusement on her face, when she first |
saw me, made me frantic with rage. |
No; won't forgive her for that; and |
III pay her off one Of these days! So |
she doesn't 'are for Dick Burt? We'll.
she shall have the satisfaction of soon |
learning that he doesn't care for her |
any more. l only wish there was a
lover for whom she did care. II would |
be such pleasure to get her away from |
him, and | think could do it. Let us |
hope therell be a chance. Yes, | hate |
her horribly! It be good enough for |
her to get to be my brothers wife. | |
wonder If he is smitten with her? He |
didn't say anything about it, He |
might, at least, have described her. |
and shouldn't have so demeaned nv. |
self as to have been rude to her-and |
then to have to apologize. Oh, will |
pay her off! II 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! |
II 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 to |
what had happened to her hand, she |
iANAN Ay iNpAA1h llliL sue udu lOEu lL9 I
flesh with a thorn.
AS for Kate Purcell, she went on
picking berries, her heart much less /
light than it had been before she had |
seen Julia. But she tried to put the !
thought of the woman from her. She
should probably never see the stran- !
ger dozen times in her life.
She thought it very odd that such |
woman should choose to stay at Mrs. |
Blanchards. And then she resolutely |
thought of something else.
When she reached the road, Julia |
Caryl met Dick Burt slowly sauntering |
along with his hands in his pockets. |
His SOLID way of taking her presence |
piqued Julia more than anything he |
could have done. She passed him with |
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 in !
the deuce Caryl brought her here for |
know not"
And he was far from guessing that |
her mission here referred almost ex- |
clusively 10 himself.
CHAPTER xI.
Rothesay's swoon.