The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1903-12-10
y. WIN Never Come Back Again"

Something In Cynthias tone MADE
my lady turn and look at her as they
reached the landing above.
''why, what is 1t. dear?"
All around them was the sound Of
friendly voices In happy Jest and
laughing goodnight.
She laid her hand on Lady CARING
tons arm ~ith a light, impatient
touch.
Come into my rooml" she relterat-
ed. almost fiercely. 81 cannot tell you
herel"
She flung wide the door leading TO
her own apartments and together they
passed In, shutting 1t behind them.
A subdued rosy light reigned In the
gorgeously- colcred room, and showed
1t an ideal nest Of beauty, with it's
deep, rich rugs and luxurious chairs.
and dainty pictures and pallid statu-
cites, and bed like feecy snowdrift.
"Cyr'hia, child, what made you wear
euch a sad-hued dress tonight" my
lady asked, cheerily, walking over to
the many-lustered chandelier and turn
ing up the light till it flooded the room
with radiance.
But the girl standing by the great
carved mantel only looked at her with
face from which every particle of
color had faded. and answered never
word.
"And now, dear" went on Lady Car
rington, obliyious Of her friends ST.
ience. and coming slowly back across
the floor, her rich satin de Lyon sweep
ing behind her. what is the object of
the mysterious conference for which
you enticed me In here tonight"
She ensconced herself in the warm
depths Of puffy chair, and looked up
at her yis.a-vis- looked up for the first
time. and started erect from her seat
with an exclamation of alarm.
Cynthia. my dear, you are ill--you
are faint cit down. Why, my child,
you are as white as paper!"
mol" with an emphatic shake OF the
head. II am only a little--a little
faint You sit down!"
She obeyed meekly. as She with all
proud resolution and exactitude. al
ways oheyed Cynthia Lennox when she
spoke IN that tone.
''Well?" she said.
"wait moment. am not quite my
self yet"
She turned away and walked rapid.
fy up and down the room once, twice.
Then she went hastily over to long
French window which opened on a
veranda. and, pushing 1t wide, stepped
out
She came In in few moments,
bringing with her watt of moist air.
Once again she went over and stood
by the mantei and leaned her elbow on
its edge, ner head on her hand.
Some raindrops had fallen on her
hair, and now in the soft light they
sparkled like diamonds. She looked
up suddenly.
81 want you." she said, deliberately,
and looking full at my LADY, want
you to tell me all that passed between
you and Give that evening in the H.
brary"
That look OF startled pain which al
ways leaped into Lady Carrington's
face at the mention OF her sons name
crossed il now.
Cynthia" she began.
But the girl stopped her with mo-
ton of her hand.
Wait! You have told me little
concerning that Interview. You have
not told me enough. You have told me
he loved beneath him. want to know
how he came to tell you that?"
you have no right to ask M. You
have no right to know, Cynthia!" she
burst out, In nervous Indignation
"Though am convinced that in max
Ing the resolution ne made he became
unworthy OF all trust, of all affection
and though | am equally convinced
that In acting as | acted I was simply
Just. still you must remember that
was his mother, and that the very
sound OF his name still has power tC
hurt--to hurt! You are cruel, Gym
thia--cruel!"
She was plucking restlessly ut the
fringe of her dress as she spoke.
"Oh." the girl cried, with a gestur,
OF WEAKNESS, don't try to pacify /:
threatening conscience with phrases Of
mendation--dont,"
Something In the words, or In tn,
peculiar hardness Of the tone in which
they were spoken, made my lady hal
rise from her chair In dismay tina
caused her t. forget her anger.
What do you mean, Cynthia? VIVA
has come to you? How strangely yo
talk! l never heard you speak SO b.
FORE"
''You shall never hear me speak s
again; but for tonight you must pal
don me! VIII you answer my que
ton? How did Give come to tell 70
of''--a little lower-"his lover"
'awhy, who-who should he tell br
his mother?" she answered, evasivel
"Sol You will not tell me. wei
will ask you the same question NOR
amply and directly"
There was an ominous glitter in N
girls eyes, but when she spoke b,
speech was measured and calm.
sIiad you, or had you not told yo,
SON OF your wish that no should mar,
~-mef"
ACynthia-
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