Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1903-11-05

For a few moments she stood erect
| and looked round and round the room
! In dull, dazed fashion.
What a coy little spot 1t was! IL
had a warm. bright carpet under
| foot: o few easy, c~hintz-coyered
chairs; some cheap but tasteful pic
lures on the walls.
She walked over to the window
and looked out The pallid Novem-
| Der dawn was creeping to a buster
ing November day. Black clouds
went scudding down the quiet street,
and tore the last leaves from the
trees.
oh, how dreary 1t all looked! how
unutterably desolute! She was shud-
dering sharply as she turned away.
Mechanically she put on Der soft,
dark hat and tied it down with a
sombre veil. Still, as one in a dream,
she took up her shawl and wrapped
it round her; one thought, one sem
tence, cruel as the fiat of doom. abb
sorbing all her consciousness.
AS she went toward the door she
passed the swinging mirror on the
toilet table.
She stopped suddenly. She fell
back and stared at the image 1t
presented with wide, half-terriaed
eyes.
That she?-that Laurie Lisle? That
the girl who had looked at life
through her sunlit eyes. as though it
we're one long, sweet holiday?-that
the girl who had danced down
through the summer sunshine to
meet her lover, with a song on her
lips and a song In her heart?
That the child whom Laurence
Lisle had cherished and Give Car
rington had loyed-that sad-robed,
hollow-eyed, white-cheeked woman?
II must go away" she whispered
Il must go away must go awayl"
The words kept ringing In her ears
like a knell. At the door of Corrine's
room she paused, that one thought
beating in upon her weary brain as
though 1t were the burden Of a song
In the coy chamber the curtains
were still drawn.
Miss Lisle!" the child cried, start
ing up in bed. Are you going out?
You are dressed. Is it morning."
In the dull semi-dusk. Laurie stoop-
ed over the soft couch, a slim, dark
figure.
yes, 1t is morning, and-kiss me,
Corrine. | am going away!"'
Going away! Not for good?"
She was thoroughly awake now.
She had sprung erect in her little
white nest like a startled bird.
Eyes, for good. How strangely the
word sounds! 1t is Ill for me. Say
goodbye to for me-good-bye,
and my most loving thanks! And
now, my pet"
She held out her arms to the child,
who still sat. a little, detected, be-
wildered sprite, all snowy, broidered
muslin and loose brown hair.
Even in this short time a strong,
close affection had arisen between the
pupil and teacher. She caught her
closely in her gentle hold and kissed
her again and again. Her hot tears
fell on the tangled curls like rain.
"Good-bye! My pet will never know
all she has been to me-all she has
comforted me. How sorry l am to
leave her for her own dear sakei"
And then she had thrust the tender,
clinging arms away, and had passed
from the room-from the house.
In the bleak street she paused and
looked timidly up and down, In blank
dismay. She must go somewhere!
She walked slowly up the street.
Work! she told herself resolutely. She
could not starve-she must work.
Poor child! for her the very word
held q foreign sound.
Once more she was homeless, and
alone in London!
ITO Be Continued.)