The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1905-04-28

&NQNS SiEG GtN Was IN TsS ElAA N1t1.t a y
h was gone,
Afrer this saw her No more fer 81
Kali eirN1insS OF the clock hands. an
grew talr T2nliShed for q sisht Of he
sweet face Rut to atone. She. Z
some messenger Of Richard Jennifer':
crousht NE nay faithful Darius. and h
II was who fetched me MY foos an,
drink and dressed my wound. Frov
nm l Cleaned that the master OF AID
pieoy Hundred had returned from
Q~ueenshorough, Il thar there wer
officers IN red coats continually eoin.
BACK II forth, always with q heart,
welcome from Gilbert Stair.
Now. though the master of nv stole,
hsritase had little aus to love me.
he had still less TO fear me
so 1t seemed passing strange that h,
came not once to MY bedchamber Il
pass the time of day with his unbidder
guest, OF 10 ask how he Jared. Rut in
this as in many other things. | recI.
once without my enemy. though
might have known that Sir Francis
would be ~oftenest among the red-coat-
ed officers coming and going.
But stranger than this. or than my
lady's continued avoidance of me. was
Ihe lack of a visit from Richard Jenni-
Ter. knowing we'll my dear lads loyal-
W TO the patriot cause 1 could only
conjecture that he mad finally broken
Margery's enforced truce to go and
JON Mr., Rutherford's militia, which, as
Darius TOTO me, was raliying to attack
Tory stronghold at Ramsour's Mill.
WIN TINS Slrmise | was striving TO
content myself on that evening of the
third day, when Mistress Margerv
ourst IN upon me, bright-eyed and with
her cheeks aflame.
captain lreton, 1 Will know the tr1,e
cause OF this quarrel which. failing in
yourself. you pass on to Richard len
n1fer!' she cried. Was 1t not eno,1ph
mat you should get yourself slain.
without sending this headstrone hoy
to his DEATH"
NOW In all my surmisings l had not
hongh 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 me-" l groanad. Has this
fend incarnate killed my poor lade"
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 over seas dis
agreement with Sir Francis
l could not tell her that though nv
quarrel with this villain was but the
vengin of poor Dick Coverdale's
wrongs, Richard Jennifer's was for
the baronets affront to her. So 1 bore
assured that my dear lad was only
wounded. ~
why don't you speak, sir?" she
snapped, flying out at me in a passion
for my lack of words.
What should 1 say? I have not for
ous."
You should defend yourself, if YOU
can. And you should ask my pardon
Tor calling my fathers guest hard
names" ~
The last 1 Will do right heartily.
twas u the simple truth. but it was
1u-spoken in our presence, Mistress
Stair"
At this she laughed merrlly; and In
all my world wanderings l had never
heard a sound SO gladstone as this
sweet laugh of hers when she would be
on he forgiving hand.
Surely any one would know yo,, are
"a soldier. Captain 1reton. No other
could make an apology and renew the
offenSe so inn%ocently 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. NV
eyes were ~devouring her; and ut the
sigh and the trembling of the sweet
ups in sympathy l found that curious
rove madness coming upon me again.
linen l saw that 1 must straightway
dig some chasm impossible between
this woman and me, as 1 should hone
~ lLiCllO. Oo L Sdlu.
He loves you we'll. Mistress Margery."
she glanced up quickly with a smile
which might have been knocking or low
could not tell which it was.
DID he make you his deputy to tell
me so, Captain Ireton?"
Now | might have 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
claimer meant to shield my dear lad.
oh, you do anus me nightly, mon {
Iapltalne." she cried. II do protest {
! shall come to see YOU oftener. tbs
as good as any play"
Saw you ever a play in this back
wilderness" l asked, glad of any Y
excuse to change the talk and keep her
by me.
No, indeed. But you are not 10 /
think that no one has seen the great J
world save only yourself, Captain Ire I
eon. what would you say If l should d
tell you that /, too. have seen your
and even your Paris?' I.
Here must blunder again and say !
hat l had been wondering how else she
by the Partisan French; but at II
MS her testing mood vanished sudden d
" and she spoke softly.
L a 1t of my mother, who came of .
ne Huguenots. She spoke it always Y
- me. BUT my father speaks it not. :.
now l am losing it for want of II
practice" +
How is 1T that love transforms the :
nee contemplate into a thing most =
highly to be priced? My eight years of y
campaigning on the continent had Civ y
n me the French speech, or so much y
II it as the clumsy tongue of me could =
master. and 1 had always held it in I
English scorn. Yet now was s.
sager enough to speak it with her,
md to take as my very W the little f
ny of joy wherewith she Welcomed a
ny hesitant mounting of it.
From that we fell to talking in her s.
nother's tongue of the hardships of d
hose same Huguenot emigres: and W
then l looked upon her my heart beat II
and my blood leaped quickly
nd i knew not always what it was W
aid.
After a time-'twas when Darius II
etched me my supper and the and :,
$ went away; n so ended a dav L
Which saw the beginning of a struggle
lercer than any the turbaned Turk "
ever given me. For when l had =.
aten and was alone with time to think
knew we'll that l loved this woman al
nd should always love her; this I'm
pite OF honor. or 1oNea1tv To pf,h..1 "