The indicator., 1904-10-01
CHAPTER K.

CnllQ tnat welcomed me WlLA o0c0
gracious courtesy.
CHAPTER x.
0wEN's FIRST PRAYERA
MYD was with hesitation, almost
l3I i with fear, that began with
6S4SSl Gwen But even had been
9 able to foresee the endless
series of e1asperations through which
she was destined to conduct me, still
would have undertaken my task.
For the child, with all her wtllfulness,
her tempers and her pride. made me,
~ she did all others, her willing slave
Her lessons went on. brilliantly or
not at all. according to her sweet will.
She learned to read with extraordinary
rapidity. for she vas eager to know
more of that great world Of which the
Duke had told her such thrilling tales.
Writing she abhorred. She had no
one to write to. Why should she
cramp her fingers over these crooked
little marks? But she mastered with
hardly struggle the mysteries Of fig
ures, for she would have to sell her
cattle, and dad doesn't know when
they are cheating" Her1deas Of edu-
cation were purely utilitarian. and
what did not appear Immediately use
full she refused to trife with. And 10
all through the following long winter
she vexed my righteous soul with her
willfulness and pride An appeal to
her father was idle. She would wind
her long. thin arms about his neck
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him until the old man was quite help
less to exert authority. The Duke
could do most with her. To please
him she would struggle with her crook
ed letters for an hour at time, but
even his influence and authority had
ITS limits.
Must IT' she said one day in an
swer to demand Of his for more
faithful study; must IT. And,
throwing up her proud little head and
shaking back with a trick she had
her streaming red hair, she looked
straight at him from her blue gray
eyes and asked the monosyllabic ques-
ton, "WhyT Aud the Duke looked
back at her with his slight smile for
q few moments and then said In cold,
even tones:
II really don't know why" and
turned his back on her. Immediately
she sprang at him. shook him by tbs
arm and. Quivering with passion. cried:
"You are not to speak to me like that,
and you are not to turn your back
that wayr'
"What little princess IT t." he sa3d
admiringly, "and what a time she will
give herself some dayT Then he added,
smiling sadly: 'Was I rude, Gwent
Then am sorry" Her rage was gone,
and she looked as II she could have
held him by the feet. As It was, too
proud to show her feelings, she Just
looked at him with softening eyes, and
then sat down to the work she had
refused. This was after the advent Of
the Pilot at Swan Creek, and, az the
Duke rode home with me that night
after long musins he said with hesita-
don: "She ought to have some re-
ligion, poor child; she will grow up .
perfect little devil. The Pilot might
be Of service II you could bring him
up. Women need that sort of thing.
1t reflnes, you know"
"Would she have himr asked.
"Question," he replied doubtfuliy.
you might suggest it"
Which did, introducing somewhat
clumsily, fear. the Dukes name.
"The Duke says be u to make me-
goodr" she cried. II won't have him.
I hate him, and you toor' And for
that day she disdained all lessons, and
when the Duke next appeared she
greeted him with the exclamation. II
Vo5e have your al Pilot, and 1 don't
want to be good, and-and-you think
he's NO good yourself" at which the
Duke opened his eyes
"How do 700 knowf I never said
sow
"You laughed at him to dad ous
day"
"Did Ir said the Duke gravsiy.
Then l hasten to assure you that I
have changed my mind. He u good,
brave man."
HE falls OF his horss," she said,
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