Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1904-10-28
copyright 1901 by
7. Fitzgerald MAlioy
CHAPTER 1.

\ III AAVALDn IOdls ~ JOnn y WoOIg 6bt'
rounded by It's W grounds ANT
screened from the thoroughfare by
high, bullying. ivy-topped wall. Tbs
quaint Directoire clock on the white
marble chimney piece pointing to 1880
showed him he had arrived ~punctually
TO the hour for which he was bid
den, and something OF disappointment
and vexation rufied his expectant MIND
on discovering bis hostess was no
waiting at the door to bid him wei'
come.
Rather above the middle size and
slight In figure, weIl-made and graceful
In his movements. he was n man whose
presence CAV the impression OF ele-
gance and distinction. His air and
rather ford complexion, wav auburn
hair. broad forehead. prominent blue
eyes. square chin and long light mus
tache, gave him claims to be consid-
cred decidedly handsome. Though
close TO 40 years. he, scarce looked 80
so free was his ace from tines or
wrinkles: so ~perceptible the desire for
pleasure his face betrayed; 20 bright
his outlook in life.
The graver cares and deeper sor-
rows OF existence, II aver known to
him, had left 10 trace behind. His
freshness OF spirit and mental youth
fuiness were contagious. Out OF the
fulness of his health he seemed TO
strengthen others. Melancholy van
ished In his presence, pessimism gave
place TO hope az his approach. the sun
shine OF his gracious mn bright
ened others. so that he was welcomed
by all and loved by many.
Independent, liz not wealthy, lord Of
himself. without. ties or responsibilities,
he had travelled through every country
OF Europe. obtaining the experiences,
realizing the pleasures which foreign
A~A "a 49, m ~, 49, -.
ment he strove TO subdue and TO ex-
hanst the e OF loneliness, the sense
OF restlessness, the pain of longing,
which, unknown to and unsupported by
the world, had possessed him since
youth and strengthened with ma
turity.
And now on the eve OF q journey to
the east-the land OF color, luxury and
romance, which had ever possessed a
able temperament-he had come
to say farewell TO the friend
and companion OF his boy
hood. to her. whom he had loved, whom
he now loved. who with her daughter
We're his sole relatives.
AS he gazed ahsently across the gar
den with its grass plots and its flower
beds crowded with early chrysanthe-
NUNS, white b~ouyardea. and late roses,
looking din and shadowy in the failing
twilight of this September evening, he
thought OF his past--that idle. profit
less, pleasant past, which under other
circumstances and guided by better IN
fiuenccs, might have been so different:
nay. might yet be changed, lie but the
light and guidance of the woman he
loved were his: IL but her stronger
nature would mould him to her ideal
n raise him to her level. But that
he dared not hope would be, no matter
how he longed.
And suddenly, through his day
dream. came the sound OF a soft rustic
OF a dress, and he turned quickly to
meet his hostess as she entered with
a smiling face and outstretched hands.
"Will o forgive me?' she said, and
her gentle voice seemed to sooth the
troubled current OF his mind.
Certainly. / know am unfashion-
ably punctual," he replied.
y hope o don't say that In re-
proach," remarked Olive Dumbarton.
archiy. Zone doesn't stand on cere-
mony with relatives. The fact Is,
have been so busy correcting proof
sheets that | had no idea Is was so late
until Veronica came to cali me-"
Proofs Of your new novel. I sup
pose 2" he said.
Yes. I have almost finished them.-
II congratulate you."
"Ah. Ii o only knew how tiresome
q stupid the book seems. I trcmb,e
when ! think of what the critics may
say"
'You have no cause to fear. But
YOU are overwrought, for as usual, i
dare say you have been working too
That's what DIR, Quave, my friend
and neighbor says. but then my work
to the n thing IN the world which
gives me pleasure. and" she added sad
ly, with the exception OF Veronica. the
only object for which I live"
Olive" he exclaimed. a sudden wave
Of emotion overseeing and surrounding
ne uttered her name revealing his feel
ings.
II she understood this. she made no
Sign OF her perception and knowledge.
Here IL Veronica" she said as her
daughter, 2 girl Of seventeeen entered
the room
You grow bigger every time / see
fort he had recovered himself. and had
shaker hands with the girl.
And more like mother?" she queried.
Yes" he answered. rather from i
desire to please her than from d sense
Of conviction. The fact IL, Oliye,s he
added, you Will have to present her
she Is your daughter.
II prefer being her daughter re-
marked Veronica, laughingly.
Then a servant appearing at the
door. Mrs. Dumbarton said.
Take me to dinner. ynlerfus.
And viii bring up the rear" added
Veronica merriiy.
The dining room with its panels Of
walnut. richly and boldly carved. it's
Spanish tapestry. dim with age. Its
bcarned ceiling painted IN Pomneifen
red and Imperial purple. was lirhfed
by clusters or candles In sconces az
silver. and BY d single central lon,n
whose vermillion shade flung 4 rosy
radiance on the table. with ia yene-
tIan glass. Belati ware and masses az
Parma violets.
And when Will your move be pub-
Iished3 r. asked Galbralth as the soup
~ removed.
Next month: autumn Is the best
time for publications"
The anne publisher I"
Yes. George Rostock."
You trust him2s
rlmp]icitly. Why do you ask?s she
uueried wonderingly.
n can searxely say. One hears SO
much about publishers nowadays. Il
there not q society especially organized
for keeping them III order? OF course.
there are publishers and publishers. "
George Bosfock-
but I do" She said warmly. "He il
= gentleman. = man of honor and'
1saffa, ns na9 a~!sp'sepsd her. q ms!s1