Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-01-19

bowed and strutted and posed and Hat.
tered. pressing closer until she was
shut from my sight by a circle of coat
skirts, tilted swords and muscular
calves In silken stockings.
l had now been crowded up against
our tall clock In the hall and stood
there, striving to get a glimpse of Sill
yer Heels, completely forgetting that
somewhere In the crush "A lady with a
scarlet ribbon on her arm might he
waiting for me. Silver Heels espied
me and came fiuttering through the
crowd with:
"Oh. Micky! Have you seen yout
lady7 Your old friend Marie living
ston! But she is welded now. She is
that pretty Mrs. Hamilton from ST.
Sacrement. oh. you lucky boy! All
the officers are raving over herl But
/ asked her ie she remembered you.
and she said she didn't, so therer'
And with that she was gone into
the whirl, leaving me high and dry
against my clock and furious oyer |
knew not what. AS for this Mrs. Ham
ilton, ii madded me TO hear of her. /
had long forgotten Marie Livingston,
save as a name TO goad Silver Heels
withal.
Sullenly dreaming there under the
tail clock, and happening to lift my
eyes toward heaven for some of its
spare vengeance, l perceived on the
stairs that same lady who had half
raised her sun mask at the review-I
mean the one in the rose mantle, not
the other In the silvery cloak, whom |
now knew had been Silver Heels.
Down the stairs rustled my lady OF
the rose mantle, finger tips playing a
tattoo over the mahogany halustrade,
and on her lips a smile, as | fancied,
though later | came to know that il
wal only the natural expression Of her
mouth. Something in my memory
stirred at that smiling face.
Now she was looking straight at me,
with that delicate curve Of her lips
which sets men thinking, and at the
same moment ! perceived that she
wore my colors. Marie Livingston! /
should never have known her. So we
were quits, the affected mink This
was Mrs. Hamilton-this bright eyed
girl. with her smooth rose petal skin
and her snowy hand on the balustrade.
Could l be mistaken? Surely she wore
my colors! I glanced at the knot on my
sword hilt, then pressed through the
throng to the stairway. Now at last |
could pay Silver Heels In her own
wampum, and l mean to do 1t under
her very nose. I met Mrs. Hamilton at
the foot Of the stairs, and out into the
wilderness of silver and c~andlelight
we passed. fiddle and bassoon a-play-
ing with might and main. and we stood
behind our chairs while my Lord Dun
more chartered a blessing. then seated
ourselves amid a gale of whispers.
Through the fare Of the candles !
saw Brant and Sir John Johnson near
us. and also that filthy Indian, Red
Jacket, both hands already In a dish OF
5eIly. a-gobbling and grunting to him
self. which sent Lord Dunmore into
peaIs OF shrill laughter, though Sir
william took no notice. Presently ]
perceived Silver Heels and Mr.. Bevan
nearly opposite to Us and strore to
catch her eye.
Etung to the quick by her indiner-
NICE to my presence. smarting In my
fancied isolation. l resolved to show
her that l cared not a whit for her OF
her dragon. SO l loosened my tongue
and set 1t wagging so smartly that |
think ! astonished Mrs. Hamilton, who
had been observing Mr.. Bevan with
her fixed smile. At any rate, she gave
me a long. pleasant stare. and pres
emily her fixed smile became very
sweet and pretty, although ! thought a
tribe hooking.
Els 1t not amusingf' she said coolly.
sT1ere you SIT with me when you would
give your tow head to be prattling into
Mistress Warren's ears, and here sit !
at twiddle thumbs. devising vengeance
on Mr.. Bevan, who belongs to me"
II thought you had a husband" said
I. with boyish bluntness.
She colored up like fire for a moment.
and ! was sorry l spoke. but | had my
pity for my pains. for the next instant
she was laughing at me as though
were d ninny. and I could discover no
reason for her mirth.
~You are a nice boy, but not very
bright" she said thoughtfully. IF
you were you would pay me compli-
vents instead OF admonition- Perhaps
you viii after the madeira. Perhaps
Jon viii V e make love to me-"
II will do II before the madeira"
ND "You are certainly the p~fettiest
woman In Johnson Han tonight. and II
you'vo Z mind for vengeance on your
1nith1oss dragoon yonder pray take me
for ne instrument. Mrs. Hamilton"
IN de dull din Of voices around N l
heard Silver Heels' laugh. but the
1auT1 VA strained. and / knew she
Wos IookIns q. me and listening.
II don't know what you mean said
Mn. Hamilton. reddening. but I know
zou - ~ 3 somewhat indiscreek young
mo6 who handles Z woman as he
would = club % beat his rival to the
n mean. said ( ~ i isw voles "a
moko s1pvt 80 you md - serve ~ both