The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1905-04-28

h was gone
After this l saw her no more for six
full Greetings of the clock hands. and
grew fair famished for Il sight of her
sweet face. But to atone, she. or
some messenger OF Richard Jennifer's,
brought me my faithful Darius. and he
it was who fetched me my food and
drink and dressed my wound. From
him L CLEANED that the master of APP
pleby Hundred had returned from
Queensborough. and that there We're
officers in red coats continually going
back II forth, always with a hearty
welcome from Gilbert Stair.
Now. though the master of my stolen
heritage had little cause to love me.
thought he had still less to fear me:
so it seemed passing strange that he
came not once to my bedchamber to
pass the time of day with his unbidden
guest. or to ask how he Jared. But in
this as in many other things. I reck-
without my enemy, though 1
might have known that Sir Francis
would be oftenest among the ~red-coat-
ed officers coming II going.
But stranger than this, or than my
lady's continued avoidance of me. was
the lack of a visit from Richard Jenni-
fer. Knowing we'll my dear lads loyal
ty 10 the patriot cause, / could only
that he rad finally broker
Margery's enforced truce to go and
join Mr.. Rutherford's militia. which. as
Darius old me, was rallying to attack
a Tory stronghold at Ramsour's Mill.
With this surnise l was striving to
content myself on that evening of the
third day. when Mistress Margery
burst in upon me. bright-eyed and with
her cheeks aflatne.
Captain %Ireton. l will know the true
cause OF this quarrel which. failing in
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nifer!." she cried. WAS 1t not enough
that you should get yourself slain.
without sending this headstrong boy
his death?"
Now in all my surmisings 1 had not
thought OF this. and truly il 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 met" / groaned. HAS this
1iend incarnate killed my poor lado."
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"
L could not tell her hat though my
quarrel with this villain was but the
avenging of poor Dick Coverdale's
the baronet's atfront to her. So I bore
the blame in silence, glad enough to be
assured hat my dear lad was only
wounded.
why don't you speak. slr?" she
snapped, flying out at me in a passion
my lack OF words.
What should 1 say? / have not for
GUS"
You should defend yourself. if you
can. And o should ask my pardon
for calling my fathers guest hard
Names"
1.-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
heard a sound SO gladstone as his
sweet laugh of hers when she would be
on the forgiving hand.
Surely II one would know you are
a soldier, Captain 1reton. No other
could make an apology and renew the
so %innocently in the same
Their her mood changed again
in the dropping of an eyelid. and she
sighed n said: Poor Dick"
AS even when she was with me, my
eyes We're %devouring her; n at the
sigh and TIE trembling of the sweet
lips in sympathy l found hat curious
O madness coming upon me again.
Then l saw that / must straightway
dig some chasm impossible between
to be loyal to my friend. So 1 said:
He loves you we'll, Mistress Margery."
She glanced up quickly with a smile
which might have been hooking or low
ing; l could not tell which it was.
did he make o his deputy to tell
me so, Captain I%reton?"
Now 1 might nave known that she
was only Turing me on to some pitfall
of mockery, but / did not, and must
needs burst out in some clumsy dis
clatmer meant to Shield my dear lad.
And in the midst of it she laughed
again.
''Oh, you do anus me nightly, mon
Capitaine," she cried. II do protest
l shall come to see you oftener. Ills
as good as any play"
Saw YOU ever a play in this back
woods wilderness?" l asked, glad of any
Reuse 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 v only yourself, Captain Ire
ton. What would you say If l should
tell you that I. too. have seen u
London. and even your Paris?"
that l had been wondering how else she
came by the Partisan French; but at
this her testing mood vanished sudden
~ and she spoke softly.
II had it of my mother, who came OF
the Huguenots. She spoke it always
to me. But my father speaks it not,
and now I am losing 1t for want of
practice"
How is 1t tina love transforms the
once contemplate into q 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 it as the clumsy tongue of me could
master, n 1 had always held it in
hearty English scorn. Yet now 1 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 it.
From that we fell to talking in her
mothers tongue of the hardships of
those same Huguenot emigres: and
when l looked upon her my heart beat
faster and my blood leaped quickly,
n l knew not always what it was l
said.
After a time-'twas when Darius
fetched me my supper and the candles
she Went away; and so ended a day