Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1903-12-10
4He VIII Never Come Back Again.

Something In Cynthia's 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
toms arm with a light, impatient
touch.
'Come into my room!" she reiterat.
ed. almost fercely. II canno tell you
herei"
She flung wide the door leading TO
her own apartments and together they
passed in, shutting 1t behind them.
A sIlbdued, rosy light reigned in the
goTgeously-colcred room, and showed
1t an ideal nest of beauty. with its
deep. rich rugs and luxurious chairs,
and dainty pictures and pallid statu-
sites. and bed like a fieecy snowdrift.
"Cyr'hia, child, what made you wear
ouch a sad-hued dress to-night?" my
lady asked. cheerily. walking over to
the ma~ny-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
n face from which every particle OF
color had faded. and answered never a
word.
"And now, dear" went on Lady Car
rington. obiiyious OF her friends 81.
Ience. and coming slowly back across
the floor, her rich satin de Lyon sweep
fng 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 a PUFFY chair. and looked up
at her vis-a-yis- looked up for the first
time. and started erect from her seat
with an exclamation Of alarm.
Cynthia, my dear, you are ili-you
are faint. Git down! Why. my child.
you are az white as paperi"
mol" with an emphatic shake OF the
head. II am only a little-a little
faint. You sit down."
She obeyei meekly. as she, with all
proud resolution and exactitude, al
ways obAyed Cynthia Lennox when she
spoke In that tone.
"Wellf" she said.
wait a 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 a long
French window which opened on a
veranda. and, pushing 1t wide, stepped
out.
Ska came In in a few moments,
bringing with her a watt Of moist afr.
Once again she went over and stood
BY the mantel and leaned her elbow on
Cts edge. ner head on her hand.
Some ~raindrops had fallen on her
hair. and now In the soft light they
spanked like diamonds. She looked
up suddenly.
Il want you" she said. deliberately,
sud looking full at my LADY, want
you to tell me all that passed between
you and Give that evening In the IL
1rary."
That look Of startled pain which al
ways leaped into Lady Carringtoh's
face at the mention of her sons name
crossed 1t now.
"C,nthia' she began.
But the girl stopped her with q mo
zion of her hand.
Waltz You have told me a little
concerning that interview. You have
not told me enough. You have told me
he loved beneath Inn. ( want to know
how he came to tell you thatT%
"You have no right to ask me. You
have no right to know, Cynthiai" she
burst out, In nervous indignation.
Though am convinced that In maxi.
ing the resolution he made he became
unworthy Of all trust. of all affection
and though I am equally convinced
that u stsng as l acted I was simply
Just. still you aust remember that |
was bis mother, and that the very
sound OF his name still has power to
hurt-to hurti You are cruel, Gym
thia-crueii"
She was piacking restlessly at the
fringe Of her dress as she spoke.
"0h," the girl cried, with a gesture
OF WEAKNESS. don't try to pacify o
threatening conscience with phrases OF
Observation-Disclosures"
Something In the words, or In the
peculiar hardness Of the tone In which
they we're spoken. made my lady half
rise from her chair In dismay that
caused her to forget her anger.
"What do you mean. Cynthia? What
has come to yon? How strangely you
talk! i never heard you speak SO be-
tore"
you shall w hear me speak so
again; but for tonight you must par.
don mel Will you answer my ques.
tion7 How did Cliye come to tell you
ora little lowar-"his lover"
why. who-who should he. tell but
his motherf' she answered, eyasively.
$50! You will not tell me. Well.
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