The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1904-12-16
CHAPTER Kill.

Throughout the days following The
return to town of Nalerlus Galbraith.
all his energies were expended in striv-
ing to penetrate the mystery which
surrounded David Dumbartons DEATH
Hours of his time were spent in consul
tations with George Coris and the
counsel instructed by him: while Va
lerius had several interviews with
Mackworth, who listened to his sugges-
tons without revealing his own ideas
regarding the man he suspected or the
motive he believed to have caused the
crime.
And no day was allowed to pass with
out Olive Dumbarton seeing her cousin,
whose sympathy in this hour of need
was welcome to her: whose efforts to
give her hope and bring her cheer she
gratefully appreciated. And that he
now made no reference, as he had often
done in recent times. to the affection
he felt for her, or dwelt on all that might
have been had she long years ago ac-
cepled his love, she felt more CRATE
full still.
He was to her a friend. her next of
kin, and nothing more: and as such
she Willingly accepted the services he
placed at her disposal. the companions
ship he gave he:.
OF one feeling uppermost in his mind
she was continually conscious. Though
no words of his revealed it, his antag-
Onism and rcpugnance to George Bos-
took were evident to her from the eX-
preston of her Cousins face and the
tone of mis- voice when the publishers
| name was mentioned: an attitude on
the part or Nalerius which caused her
much uneasiness and regret, believing
it rose simply from his jealousy, for
which she assured herself there was no
cause.
1t was Galbraith's habit to avoid Bos-
took when possible; but it happened
one afternoon, when the former was
spending the afternoon with his cousin
that the publisher had called, Valerius
who was too well-bred to show dis
courtesy toward a guest of his hostess
and his kinswoman, rose and greeted
Bostock formally and with an air Of
restraint of which Olive was painfully
conscious. and of which the publisher
was likewise aware.
The sun had already set. and looking
from the uncurtained windows facing
westward, and through the tangled
branches of a tree, low CLEANS of red
light could be seen barred by black
Within, the cheerful glow of freight
frightened the room, at the lower end
of which a lamp already burned. throw
ing it's soft light upon the yellow walls
with their old engcayingS and modern
etchngs.
Olive Dumbarton sat in deep chair
beside the fire, her black dress con-
trasting the pallor of her face, her thin
hands with their long, sensitive fingers,
lying listlessly in her lap; her large,
gray blue eyes fixed absently on the
fire when not raised in question to
those with whom she conversed. Yer
onica, seated at a little table apart,
made tea for their visitors.
George Bostock, was narrating the
literary gossip to his hostess, for, know
| ing the interest she always felt in her
fellow workers, he strove by this means
| to Danish for a While the dark and
troubled thoughts that forever faced
| her.
And mothers last book has already
gone into four editions?" Veronica
| said.
Yes" the publisher answered briefly
! What a success remarked the girl
proudly. Il knew it was the best She
i had written"
! '.And the press agrees with YOU
George Bostock replied.
The press is usually despised by
authors-isn't it olive?" said Valerius,
Yes" answered Bostock; when it
disparages them"
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