The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1905-04-27

awoke the day was in its cleaning anG
she was gone.
After this I saw her no more for sin
full circlings OF the clock hands, anC
grew fair famished for a sight OF hel
sweet face. But to atone, she, OF
brought me my faithful Darius, and he
it was who fetched me my food and
drink and dressed my wound. From
him / CLEANED that the master of Ap-
pleby Hundred had returned from
Queensborough, and that there were
officers in red coats continually going
back and forth, always with q hearty
welcome from Gilbert Stair.
Now, though the master of my stolen
heritage had little aus to love me,
thought he had still less to fear me;
so it seemed passing strange hat he
came not once to my bedchamber to
pass the time of day with his unbidden
guest, or to ask how he Jared, Rut-in
this as III many other things, ( rech-
oned without my enemy. though I
might have known that Sir Francis
would be o%ftenest among the red-coat-
cd officers coming and going.
But stranger than this, or than my
lady's continued avoidance of me, was
the lack of a visit from Richard Jcnni-
fer. knowing well my dear lads loyal
ty to the patriot cause. / could only
conjecture that he had finally broken
Margery's enforced truce to go and
join Mr.. Rutherford's militia, which, as
Darius told me, was rallying to attack
a Tory stronghold at Ramsour's Mill.
With this surmiSe l was striving to
content myself on hat evening Of the
third day, when Mistress Margery
burst In upon me, bright-eyed and with
her cheeks aflame.
Captain Ireton, I Will know the true
cause of this quarrel which, failing in
yourself, you pass on to Richard Jen-
nifer." she cried. WAS 1t not enough
you should get yourself slain,
without sending his headstrong boy
to his death?"
Now in all my surmisings I had not
thought of this, and truly if she had
sought far and wide for a whip to
scourge me with she could have found
no throng to cut SO deep.
God help mel" I groaned. "Has this
fiend i%ncarnate killed my poor lad?"
No, he Is not dead" she confessed,
%relenting a little. But he has the bar
onet's bullet through his sword arm
for the sake Of your overseas dis
agreement with Sir Francis"
/ could not tell her that though my
quarrel with this villain was but the
avenging Of poor Dick Coverdale's
WloilBS, IAlClldIu AellilllcTS was 1Or
the b~aronet's affront to her. So I bore
the blame in silence, glad enough to be
assured that my dear lad was only
wounded.
why don't o speak, sir?" she
snapped, flying out at me in a passion
for my lack OF words.
What should 1 say? I have not for
got that once you called me ungener-
ous.'
You should defend yourself, if you
can. And you should ask my pardon
for calling my fathers guest thard
names"
THE last I will do right heartily.
Twas but the simple truth, but it was
~ill-spoken in your presence, Mistress
Stair"
At this she laughed merrily; and In
all my world wanderings l had never
heard q sound SO gladstone as this
sweet laugh of hers when she would be
on the forgiving hand.
Surely any one would know you are
a soldier, Captain Ireton. no other
could make an apology and renew the
offense so innocently in the same
breath" Then her mood changed again
in the dropping of an eyelid, and she
sighed and said: Poor Dick!"
AS even when she was with me, my
eyes We're %devouring her; and at the
sigh and the trembling of the sweet
lips in sympathy / found that curious
love madness coming upon me again.
Then / saw that I NUS straightway
dig some chasm impossible between
this woman and me. as I should hope
to be loyal to my friend. So l said:
II loves you we'll, Mistress Margery."
She glanced up quickly with a smile
which might have been hooking or low
ing; | could not tell which it was.
Did he make you his deputy to tell
me So. Captain I%reton?"
Now / might have known hat she
was only Turing me On to some pitfall
of mockery, but l did not, and must
needs burst out in some clumsy dis
in the midst of it she laughed
again.
"Oh. you do amuse me nightly, mon
Capitaine," she cried. II do protest
l shall come to see you %oftener. IT'S
as good as any play"
Saw YOU eve a play in this back
woods wilderness?" I asked, glad Of any
excuse to change the talk and keep her
by me.
No, indeed. But you are not to
think that no one has seen the great
world save only yourself, Captain ire
ton. What would you say If I should
tell 0 that /, too, have seen your
London, n ever your Paris? !"
Here 1 must blunder again and say
that / had been wondering how else she
came by the Partisan French; but at
this her testing mood vanished sudden
" and she spoke softly.
Il had it Of my mother, who came of
the Hughenots. She spoke it always
to me. But my father speaks it not,
and nov I am losing it for want of
practice,
How is 1t that love transforms the
once contemplate into a thing most
highly to be priced? My eight years OF
campaigning on the continent had CIV
en- me the French speech. or SO much
OF 1T as the clumsy tongue OF me could
master. and I had always held 1t in
hearty English scorn. Yet now I was
eager enough TO speak it with her,
and TO take as my very own the little
cry of JOY wherewith she welcomed
my hesitant mounting OF 1t.
From that we fell to talking in he,
mothers tongue Of the hardships OF
those same Huguenot emigres. and
when looked upon her my heart beai
faster and my blood leaped quickly
and ] knew not always what 1T was ]
said.
After a time-twas when Dariu.
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