The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1904-09-23

milton. If she had said one syllable
If she had paused one moment, IL she
had shown in any way the least de-
sire for a renewal of their acquaint-
ance, Hyde was sure his heart would
have instantly responded. AS it was,
they had met and parted in a moment,
and every circumstance had been
against him. For it was the most
natural thing in life, that he should,
after his cousins interview with
Washington, stoop to her words with
delight and interest; and 1t was
equally natural for Cornelia to put the
construction on his attentions which
every one else did.
Hyde wandered through the parlors
speaking to one and another but ever
on the watch for Cornelia. He saw
her no more that night. She had
withdrawn as soon as possible after
meeting Hyde, and he was so miser-
ably disappointed, so angry at the un-
propitious circumstances which had
dominated their casual meeting,
that he hardly spoke to any one as
they returned home.
The next day Annie asked: "Do
you remember the Rev. Mr.. Damer,
rector of DOwnhill Market?"
Very well. He preached very tire
some sermons"
His daughter Mary was at the
ball last night"
What is Mary Damer doing in
American"
"She is on a visit to her cousin,
who is married to the Governor Of
Massachusetts. He is here on some
state matter, and as Miss Damer also
wished to see Washington, he brought
her with him."
II was a mere lad when l saw her
last. Is she passable?"
"She is extremely handsome. My
aunt heard that she is to marry a
Boston gentleman of good promise
and estate. | dare say it is true"
1t vas SO true that even while they
were speaking of the matter Mary was
writing these words to her betrothed:
Yesterday l met the Hydes. The
young lord got out OF. my way. Did he
imagine l had designs on him? l
look for a better man. l may see a
great deal Of them in the coming
summer, and hen l may find u At
present l will dismiss the Hydes. l
have met pleasanter company"
Annie dismissed the subject with
the same sort of Impotence. 1t SEEM
ed to no one a matter of any import
ance.
Hvyda vryOc rho1ynn NDNfvr1l 0fk4I
On his feet, as it were; but after an
other day had passed, he had come to
n steady resolution-he would
speak to Cornelia when he mex met
her, no matter where it was, or who
was WIN her.
For nearly a week he kept a con-
scious, constant watch. It's insisting
sorrowful longing was like a cry from
Loves watch towers, but it did not
reach the beloved ne, or else she
did not answer it. One bright morn
ing he resolved to walk through the
great dry goods stores, where the beau
ties of the gay Quakers" bought their
choicest fabrics in foreign chintzes.
lawns and Indian muslins. He was
getting impatient of the hustle and
pushing, when he saw Anthony ely
mer approaching him. The young
man was driving a new and very spir-
tied team, and as he with some diff
Guilty held them, he called to Hyde to
come and drive with him. After an
hours driving they came to a fomous
hosiery, and Clymer said, LET us give
ourselves lunch, and the horses bait
and a rest, then we will make them
show their mettle home again"
The young men had a luxurious
meal and more good wine than they
ought to have taken.
The champ and gallop of the horses
and Clymer's vociferous enjoyment Of
his own wit, blended, and for a mo-
ment' or two Hyde was under a physi-
cal exhilaration as intoxicating as the
foam of the champagne they had been
drinking. In the height of this mere
t~ricious gaiety, a carriage, driving at a
rather rapid rate turned into the
road; and Cornelia suddenly raised
her yes to the festive young men,
and then dropped them with an
abrupt, even angry expression.
Hyde became silent and speeches.,
and Clymer was quickly infected by
the very force and potency of his COM
panion's agitation and distressed sur
prise. Both were glad to escape the
others company, and Hyde fed to the
privacy Of his own room, that he
might hide there the almost unbear-
able chagrin and misery this unfor-
tunate meeting had caused him.
Where shall I run to avoid my
self" he cried, as he paced the floor
In an agony of shame. "She will new
er respect me again. She ought not.
I am the most wretched of lovers"
For some days sorrow and confus-
lon and distraction bound his senses;
he refused all company, would neither
eat, nor sleep, 0 talk, and he looked
as white and wan as a spectre. A
stupid weight, a dismal sullen still
ness succeeded the storm of shame