The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1904-05-11

of Dead HEATH from the spectators.
But presently the telegraph board shows
number. and the felders in the ring
below with delight, till they are hoarse
and inaudible; and then they shake hands
with each other, and perform wild an
tics OF triumph.
it is rare turn up for them; Rob
Roy has lost by neck: the Acorn ely
a bad third. Phosphorus. the dark out
slider, has won the race to the consterna-
ton of the hackers, and the huge delight
Of the bookmaking fraternity.
There is one young man who is stand
ing apart. and gazing yacantly around,
seeming as If he were trying to take in
some truth which was very hard to learn,
with an awful despair in his looks, ever
and again trying to moisten his lips with
his parched tongue.
Presently a low, cunning looking man,
whose coarse features are radiant with
triumph. approaches and, patting him
upon the shoulder Familiarity, says,
"Well, Mr.. Temple shan't have to part
to YOU this time, at all events; it was
near thing, though
Poor George smiles family. He wan
ders idly TO the rifle gallery and takes
up the loaded weapon, and lays it down
again with a bitter, sneering laugh, to
the great establishment and alarm Of the
rough proprietor. He wanders off, as he
says to himself. to get breath of fresh
air, and, with his hands behind him,
strolls up quiet lane. He looks over
the ratings of park, and meditates
deeply as he catches a glimpse of the
reeds surrounding the lake, and again
laughs that bitter, haunting. defiant
laugh.
Returning home, he leans his fevered
brow against the window in the railway
carriage, which he has opened, much to
the disgust of his fellow passengers, and
tries to think.
He is trying to think, as he leans
against the cool window frame, of his
youth, of his budding manhood, Of that
most delicious OF all delicious times, his
courtship. Then he is far away, any
where--anywhere from his present POI
sition-anywhere from the vague, awful
thoughts in the background-anywhe
from the morrow that must as surely
come as the sun must rise or the rain fall
alike upon the just and the unjust
They reach town at last, and he halls
cab, telling the driver where to take
him, still in listess, dreamy manner,
and soon he is once more at home His
wife meets him with a look of pleased
surprise, and draws him into the pleas
ant little room, with its bright fire and
warm, coy curtains, and makes a great
fuss as she pushes him into the armchair
and proceeds to air his slippers.
She gets him a cup of strong coffee,
and, when he is somewhat revived, pratt
ties to him lovingly and smilingly, and
succeeds. in some measure, in charming
away his cares and anxieties. They
spend very quiet evening, saying bu.
little, but often pressing each Others
hand with fond, low whispered bless
ing.
"Sing me a song, my darling, before
we go to bed. Who knows how long
shall be able to hear you sing the pretty
ballads l love so dearly?'
And he gets up, with sigh, to open
the piano, and Margaret says she will
sing him her last new song, that she has
learned to surprise him; and he bends
down and presses once again his lips to
her forehead.
She strikes a few chords on the piano,
and then commences her song. What
voice she hasa rich. rare, coatralto,
and with what wonderful feeling she
sings The words seem to tremble with
musical vibrato on her lips, and poor
George stroils to the fireplace to hide
his tears.
And then she kisses him and talks
gleefully of old times, till the night is far
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evil spirit away; for often, in his dreams,
poor George losses about, and mutters
fearfully; and one dream is so terrible
that he jumps out of bed in a cold per-
spiration, and pulls aside the blind, hop
ing it is near dawn.
But the lamps are still alight, strug-
Cling in a sickly manner through the thin
mist; and two men, wrapped up in warm
oyercoats are walking to and fro, occa-
sionally looking at the house, in man
ner that brings the heart of the young
man into his mouth; but as he pulls the
blind still farther open, they separate,
each going their different way. And this
is what they say for good night"
'sWell, Nichols, l don't think there
will be much trouble in caging our bird.
1 followed his cab from the station, and
l saw him so in; and / heard another
bird singing to him, and very pretty
notion of chirruping she's got; so all
you've got to do is Just to follow him
about tomorrow. and Wen give him a
call tomorrow night"
Whats the case-pretty good, Mr..
Wills? suppose it amt very diff
cult one, from what you say 2"
well. not particular difficult, Mich
oils; but it may give us some trouble,
too. It's case of forgery, no more or
less: but / shall know more about it tor
morrow. Meanwhile. don't you lose sight
of him, that's all, not on no preetnse
whatever. Good night, or should say
good morning. Keep awake
And the stoutest of the two men walks