The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1904-06-24
An Invisible Hand !
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'cloth-of-gold' roses"
The girl looked down at the flower in
her belt and smiled.
Il believe, papa, o are a wizard"
she answered.
II thought I could not be mistaken
in the scent" he told her; there We're
%seventeen this morning on the south
wall. You see, Margaret" he added,
moving his head In the direction Of
Lady Bysshe, II ave eyes In my fing-
ers.''
What an uncanny idea," she an
swered, handing him his tea.
II suppose" he ven on. Max and
his friends haven't come back? I
can't imagine What amusement they
find in tearing through the country
on bicycles on such q sweltering day"
Youth will have its wheel" answered
kady Bysshe.
And age will have its grumble." he
remarked, smilipgly.
Here they are, papa" Edith said,
as three young men in knickerbockers.
glowing with exercise. entered the hall.
Yes, mere we are, ready for any
mount of tea." said Max.
And so you have enjoyed your
selNes?' said the u
Yes, we nave had a splendid spin"
Wish YOU had been with U.S. Max
said to Edith, in a voice intended for
her alone 1T would have been so
pleasant for me-"
But perhaps not for met has been
SO warm all day"
His face fell. IF you only felt as 1
do he began.
But don't" she answered candid
lN, on which he blinked his white lashes
and looked at her sulkily.
Presently Lady Bysshe seated herself
in a distant corner. where her remarks
TO Duastan, who stood beside her.
could not be overheard. u have spoken
to Edith about you this afternoon she
told Tim.
A sudden light leaped into his gray
eyes.
Yes! What did she say? Dc you
think there is hope for me?"
IF we did not all hope. we should
die in despair"
If she only knew how much 1 loved
her!"
Why not tell her"
Il hardly dare"
Have courage"
will she listen to Ele?"
OF course she will listen. Speak
out, and remember that a faint heart
never won any man a prize"
You are always kind n good to
me- Dunstan said gratefully.
My dear boy, l wish 1 could help
you here" Lady Bysshe answered.
But you can best help yourself by
| courage ana QeCeTlllnoplO0.
Il Will speak to her the first chance
l get" Dunstan said with sudden hope
fulness.
That will be a step in the right di-
rection." Then, a flash Of mischief
Frightening her eyes. she continued,
See how that self-satisfed young man
Max is staring Edith out of counte-
nance. Go, like a charitable knight,
and rescue her from boredom"
Dunstan quite willingly crossed the
a and sat down in front of the cou-
Pile. apparently unconscious of the an
CRY glare Max gave him.
Max has been telling me about the
theaters he went to when passing
through town last week." Edith said.
Not theaters." Max corrected her.
Il went to the same one three nights
running" admitted the young man.
Il think I can tell you which theater
it was" Dunstan replied. 1T was the
home of burlesque."
You heard me talk about 1t before?'
No, merely guessed your taste"
We'll, that's the kind of thing l like
Max confessed, and it's the only mu.
sic l understand"
His father called out, asking him tc
give him his arm, as he wished to take
a turn on the terraces. Max rose al
once n led him through the grea,
carved stone porch. and out into the
open air.
When satisfied that they were alone
he began by saying to Max tina since
his return he had had no opportunity
of asking him about himself.
Tell me. my dear boy" HI said in
the affecttonate manner he always
showed his son, have you been able
to keep out of debit"
No." Max said bluntly. II couldn't
help 1t. you know. l must keep ur
with other men,"
You have been gambling said the
count in panied surprise.
II a lost at cards"
penny of our own. Gambling is the
worst of vices, for there is no telling
where 1t may lead its victim. For
heavens sake
I'm awfully sorry, father, and ]
promise that If l have a run of luck
Sufficient to pay my debts, III never
touch q card again"
But until them
We'll, l can't be swamped much
deeper than l ann replied Max sui
leniy, an ugly look of desperation In
his small, blue eyes.
The suddenly raised his head
and listened.
Who's that?' he said.
on turning, saw his fathers Italian
valet at the far end of the terrace.
It's Urbano coming to look for YOU.
l suppose It's time to dress for dinner
he answered.
That evening Dunstan Burbage was
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