The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1905-12-01

thought OF mine was turned INTO ansi
other thorn to prick me on the self,
accusing side. Twas her keen WON.
ans Wit, and no cold-biooded plan te
cheat the gallows. that made her givt
me the sleeping draft. Having the ob.
.iect lesson of my late surrender before
her, she had no mind to let me mar
the rescue by waking to forbid it. And
when i taxed her, twas natural pride
hat drove her to let me go on thinking
the unworthy thought, ii so I would.
i did penance for my d~isloyalty as a
despairing lover might, n I do not
think it made ME tenderer of DICK.
Whose bearing to me through all these
tempestuous weeks was most nobly
generous II forgiving. l say forgiv-
ing because l was often but the curst-
est of companions. as you would guess.
For when I was not bent upon finding
that wicket gate of death which would
let me from the path of these two. I
was in "A wicked tertian OF the mind
Whose chill was of despair, n whose
fever was a hot desire to o once
more into the eyes of my dear lady be-
fore the wicket gate should open for
me,
Twas this desire that finally drew
me to her-the desire and another
thing which shall lave mention in it's
place. The new year was now come.
n the southern army, as yet too Weak
to cope With the enemy, was cut into
two wings of observation, n under
General Greene himself at Cheraw Hill.
the other and lesser iii the knoll for
ests of the Broad With Daniel Morgan
for it's chief; both watching hawklike
the down-sitting of my Lord Corn
wallis, who seemed to have taken root
at Winnsborough.
AS you will know, Washington's light
horse was with Morgan; and we ate,
drank and well-nigh slept in the sad-
die. But for all our scoutings ana out
rulings, and all Dan Morgan's hearty
cursings at the i'll success of them. we
could come by no sure inkling of Lord
Cornwallis's designs. AS I have said,
the British commander seemed to have
taken root and now was waiting to
sprout and grow.
1t was at this lack-knowledge crisis
that l volunteered to go to the British
camp at W%innsborough in my old quail
ity of spy; did this and had my leave
and orders before Dick learned of it.
Left to my w devices, / fear l
should have slipped away without tell
ing Jennifer. But, as so many times
before, fate interviewed to drive me
where 1 lar not meant to go. On the
morning set for my departure I
woke to find a letter pinned to
the ground beside me with an Indiak
scalping-knife thrust through it.
Dick was sitting by the newly
kindled fire. nursing his knees and most
palpably waiting for me to wake and
find my missive.
What is IT," I asked, cycling the
ominous thing distrustfully.
"'Tis a letter, as o see. Uncanoola
left it," Then, most surlily: " It's from
Madge, and to you. There is yen
name on the back Of it"
At this / must needs read the letter,
with the lad looking on al if he would
a me. Twas dated at W1nnsbor-
ough, and was brief and to the point.
rMonsieur: When last we met you
said the church might undo what the
church had done. Ihave spoken to the
good Pere Matthew, and he has con-
sented to write to the holy father at
Rome. But it is necessary that he
should nave our declaration. Since
the matter is Of your own seeking
mayhap you can devise way to COM
municate with Pere Matthew, who is
at present. with US under our borrowed
roo here"
That was all. and it was signed only
with her initial. / read it through twice
and then again to gain time. For Dick
was waiting.
"'Tis q. mere formal matter of busi-
ness, said :, when I could put him off
no longer.
-B~usiness?" he queriedssthe red light
of suspicion coming and going in his
eye. What business "a you have with
Mistress Madge Stair, pray?"
"'Tis about-it touches the title to
Appleby Hundred" said 1, e~quivocatiHs
as clumsily as a schoolboy caught in a
fault. of course o know that the
c~onfscation act of the North Carolina
congress re-established my right and
title to the estate?"
mo" said he; you never told mes
Then: She writes you about this?"
About a matter touching it, as
say.
las you did not say" he growled; af.
ter which a silence came and sat be.
tween US, I holding the open letter IL
my hand and he staring gloomily at
the back of it.
When the silence grew portentous
told MIN of my design to go a5spying.
He looked me in the eye and his smile
was not pleasant to see.
You are lying most clumsily, Jack;
OF at best you are telling be but half
the truth. You are going to see Mis-
tress Margery."
That is altogether as 1t may hap
pen," I retorted, striving hard to keep
down the flame of insensate rivalry
which his accusing ways kindled in me.
ut is not. W~innsborough is neither
london nor yet Philadelphia, that you
may miss her in the crowd. And you
do not mean to miss her"
well? And if 1 do chance to see her
what then?"
Don't mad me, Jack. You should
by this time what a fool she has
made of me-"
Continued Next Week,
The WARFARE Of Business.
Business is warfare. It's a hard. con-
slant fight to the finish. The moment a
contestant enters the field Of
he is challenged by a host of competitors.
All his movements are disputed and op-
posed by those already in possession of the
field. He must fight to live. He must
to succeed. So 1t is that a man
of business is like a soldier Of the regi-