The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1905-11-22
By CHARLOTTE M. BRAEME

an expression of sorrowful contempt ON
her face.
Poor Jack" she sighed. 81 wonder
IL he thinks a few civilities Of this kind
will make amends for his conduct in the
past? Does he imagine he can repay me
for the loss Of his love by holding oat
the hand of friendly patronage? Can
he believe it would give me pleasure to
spend an evening in watching his atten-
lions to his handsome hostess 2" She
threw the card from her with an impa-
tient sigh. How contemptibly foolish it
is of me to care so much after all this
time! Perhaps dad would like to see his
old home again; and, as it does not really
matter much whether / go orrspt, l will
do as he wishes about it."
AS she heard her fathers step on the
stairs she turned as brightly dis usual
toward him to say, Good morning."
Then she held his envelope behind her
playfully, saying: "A thousand guesses,
and you will not guess where this letter
is from, papa!"
II shall not make ohs-po tell me-"
at is an invitation to Malilngford
for tho seventeenth Of this month-from
Miss Mailing herself, for a ball"
"A BALI" he repeated. "Why in the
world should Miss Mailing invite me to
a ballF" He looked at the envelope
curiously, and then said: 1T is addressed
to g. Mallett, ESQ., and in Jack Dorm
tons writing! Oh, / begin TO under
stand!" he went on, in n voice of genu-
inc relief, as be took the card from the
envelope. Il feared for the moment that
Summers had been doing a kindness, as
he calls it, and persuaded Pauline Mall
ing TO invite her poor relatives to her
ball. But this civility is evidently due
to Dornton's good nature, and Is sent in
all good faith, to the Malletts, old
friends of mine as he would say In de-
scribing u.s."
WHO is Summers, papaT
Lord Summers is your cousins guar
dian"
''Of course-I remember-the kind
looking old man we met at the Exhibi-
ton last May"
Eyes. I've been in constant dread ever
since that unfortunate meeting that he
would seek me out and try to do some
thing for me. That was why / was so
annoyed when you told him you copied
in the galleries; thought he might
bounce on you and worm our address out
of YOU"
"Do you think he would tell Miss
Mailing about my copying at the gal
%leries, papaT"
mo doubt of it; he is an inveterate
talker.''
Ethel had a sudden conviction that
Miss Mailing had used this information
to obtain their address, If Lord Sum
mers had not, and believed she had at
last found out to whom she was indebt-
ed for her anonymous letter. This be-
lief did not increase her desire to go to
Maliingford; but she held to her resolu-
tion to leave the decision in her fathers
hands.
'Do you want to go to the ball?' he
asked.
II don't care n bit about it, if you
don't want to go, dad"
II don't care about the ball, either;
but / should like you to see the old place,
Ethel. If we were to go to the ball I
should most likely run up against some
one who would remember me as Godfrey
Mailing, and there would be quite a little
sensation over my temperance; but this
invitation entities us to call on Miss Mall
ing, in any case. Send an acceptance,
my dear: we can follow it mp by an ex-
cuse on the morning of the 18th. In the
meantime we will run down one day and
leave our cards and take a look round
just as ordinary strangers, and no one
will think wa are anything else"
Ethel was glad the question was set
tied in this way, for she, too, wished to
see the old house that should in justice
have been her fathers. Mr.. Malett open
ed the other letter and threw it across to
her.
Read it out. Ethel. It's from Polling.
I've talked so much that I've no time to
eat"
Ethel read the letter, which ran as
follows:
my Dear Mallett-I send some birds
by to-night's train; hope they will arrive
all right. / am tired of this place, but
can't get away under the promised fort
night. My old friend has taken a wife
since / last saw him. Said wife has
three sisters at present staying with her;
and, as they are all of the genus blue
stocking my life has been a burden to
me since my arrival here. Sport is ex-
%cellent, but just the least bit m~onotonous.
The house Is full of pleasant people
and yet / miss your society more than l
could have thought possible; and | am
really anxious to get back to our work.
Tell Miss Mallett not to forget her prom
ise-"
"What promise was thatg Mr., NAL
lett asked.
SIN not quite sure what he means,
unless" Ethel blushed slightly.
Never mind; finish the letter to your
self, my dear, for l must be off directly"
After seeing her father off and finish
ing tie letter. Ethel did not feel alto