Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-03-30
She stopped abruptly.

10, say 10 you tnat Dir WHllam nau
changed his mind
about whatY I demanded irritably.
sour betrothaI--I am not TO wed
you. He no longer wishes it,
"whyT'
al don't know" she answered faint
H.
"Oh, very we'll" observed resentful-
ly: doubtless Sir William has chosen
a wealthy gentleman Of rank and dis
tinctlon for you. He is quite right |
am only a cornet of horse, and won't
be that long. All the same, ! cannot
see why he forbids me to wed you. He
told me he wished ii. | cannot see
why he should so slight me! Why
should he forbid me TO wed your
EDO you caret" asked Silver Heels.
"Who-I? Care? Why--why, | don't
know. 1t is not very pleasant to be
told you are too poor and humble TO
wed your own kin If you wish to- Sup
pose wished tor
After silence she stole glance at
me.
Would you-nowT
Something In her voice startled me.
"Silver Heels" ! stammered. catch
ing her fingers.
At the touch the strange thrill struck
through my body and / choked, unable
20 utter a word. but the desire for her
hands set me quivering and | caught
her fingers and drew them, interlocked,
from her eyes. Her eyes! Their beau
" amazed me; their frightened, peril
GUS sweetness drew my head down to
them Breathless, her mouth touched
mine; against me her heart was beat
ing; then suddenly she had gone, and
sprang to my feet to find her standing
fearful, quivering, with her hands on
her throbbing throat.
Why she wept ! knew not, nor did
she-nor did ask her why. Her frail
hands fell listlessly, scarcely moving
under my lips. Once she laid her arm
about my neck, then dropped 1t as
though repealed. And never a word
"But you will not tell me when you
FIRST loved me. Silver Heels?' | per
sisted.
.well. then, IL you must be told, 1t
was on the day when you first wore
your uniform and ! saw you were
truly man."
But" | insisted. you grew cool
enough to wed Lord Dunmore"
"Horrorl Ii was not who did that.
but cruelty used and foolish child.
stung with the pain OF your indiffer-
ence. maddened to hear you talk of
mating me as though / were your
hound. and my only thought was to
put myself above you and beyond your
reach 70 shame me-"
At the same instant a wheezy noise
came to my ears, and the next mo
ment. over the edge of the slope,
large. round face rose like the full
moon.
Lady sheltonl oh. go. gol" whis-
pered silver Heels. But 1t was too late
for fight had I been so minded.
After my Lady Shelton pulled the
fat gentleman, Sir Timerson Chank,
and behind him came mincing Lord
Dunmore, tanning his face with a lace
handkerchief. his little gold edged
French hat under his arm. Faith. he
was In a rare temper
Lady shelton padded up tcGg;seS
Heels. halted and painted at her. men
~she turned ON me and painted a. me
until her voice returned. As for Dun.
more, bis shrill prattle never ceased.
and he danced and vapored and fin
Gered his small sword till my hands
Etched to throw hmm into the blackberry
thicket
How controlled myself I scarcely
know. but strove to remember that
hand raised to Lord Dunmore gov
ernor Of Virginia, meant the ruin Of
MY plans for the night. AS / stood
staring at the wixened macaronI, ach-
ing to take his sword, break it and
spank him with the fragments, saw
Jack Mount and the Weasel cautiously
accommodating the situation from the
hilrs edge.
Ere could motion fhem away they
had made up their minds that was in
distress, and now they came swagger-
Ing into our circle, thumbs hooked In
their shirts, saluting poor Silver Heels
With flourish that drew thin scream
from Lady shelton. M
s'Trouble with this old scratch wig7'
Inquired Mount "Who may the other
4 &n1nea wigs{and be, Mr.. CardlganY'
- ~ spoke be looked across at Sir
I1n1ok1on Chnnks: then suddenly his