Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1905-04-28

WIN lndl Sne lett Ut anu Ntil W
stand in the window bay: and from ly-
ing mouse-stlll and watching her over
staadily / fell asleep again. When ]
awoke the day was In it's cleaning and
she was gone
After this i saw her no more for six
full Greetings of the clock hands. and
grew fair famished for a sight of her
sweet face, But 10 atone, she, or
some messenger OF Richard Jennifer's,
brought me my faithful Darius. and he
1t was who fetched me my food and
drink and dressed my wound. From
him / CLEANED that the master of APP
pleby Hundred had returned from
Queensborougb, and that there were
officers in red coats continually going
back and 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 IL 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 reok-
oned 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
the lack OF a visit from Richard Jenni-
fer. Knowing we'll my lear lads loyal
ty 10 the patriot cause, / could only
conjecture that he had finally broken
Margery's enforced truce to go and
join Mr.. Rntherford's militia. which, as
Darius told me, was rallying TO attack
a Tory stronghold 1t Ramsour's Mill.
With his surmise | was striving TO
annfanf m NQalf IN that nx-oOinO NJ fhn
third day, when Mistress Margery
burst In upon me-. bright-eyed and with
her cheeks afiame.
Captain Ireton, / VIII know the true
cause OF this quarrel which, failing in
yourself, you pass on TO Richard Jen-
niferi" she cried. Was IL not enough
that you should get yourself slain,
without sending this headstrong boy
TO his death2"
Now I'm all my surmisings / had not
thought OF this, and truly IL she had
scourge me with she could have found
no throng to cut 80 deep.
God help mel" | groaned- Has this
fiend i%ncarnate killed my poor lad?"
mo. 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 Owe seas dis
agreement with Sir Francis
/ could not tell her that though my
quarrel with this villain was but the
%avenging OF poor Dick Coverdale's
wrongs, Richard Jennifer's was for
the baronet's affront TO her. So | bore
the blame in silence, glad enough to be
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 / say? ! have not for
got that once YOU called me ungener-
GUS
You should defend yourself, if you
can. And you should ask my pardon
for calling my fathers guest hard
names"
The last / win do right heartily.
Twas but the simple truth, but 1t was
ilI-spoken In your presence. Mistress
Stair
At this she laughed merrily. and In
all my world wanderings / had never
heard a sound SO gladstone as this
sweet laugh OF hers when she would be
ON the forgiying hand.
Surely any one would know you are
a soldier. Captain Ireton. No other
could make an apology and renew the
offense so innocently in the same
DtEdNhs IbCl NV biOQd Cihii6CN again
In the dropping OF an eyelid, and she
sighed and said: Poor Dick!'
As even when she was with me, my
eyes We're d%evonring her: and at the
sigh and the trembling OF the sweet
lips in sympathy i found that curious
love madness coming upon me again.
Then ! saw that / must ~straightway
dig some chasm impossible between
this woman and me, as l should hope
to be loyal to my friend. So ! said:
lie loves you well, Mistress Margery."
She glanced up quickly with a smile
which might have been hooking or low
ing; I could not tell which il was.
did he make you his deputy 10 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.
And In The midst Of Il she laughed
again.
"oh, you do amuse me nightly. mon
Capitaine, I she cried. II do protest
/ shall corne 70 see you oftener. IT'S
as good as any play"
Saw you ever a play in this back
woods wilderness?" / asked, glad OF any
excuse TO change the talk and keep her
by me.
mo, indeed But you are mo- to
think that no one has seen the great
world save only yourself, Captain Ire-
tom. What would you say II i should
tell you that l. too, have seen your
London. and even your Parisg"
Here ! must blunder again and say
that | a been wondering nov else she
came by the Partisan French; but at
this her jesting mood vanished sudden
Nv and abe SDnke Gnfflv
~ had Ii OF my mother, who came OF
the H~uguenots. She spoke IL always
10 me. But my father speaks 1t not,
and now l am losing It Cor want OF
practice"
How is ii that love transforms the
once contemplate into q thing most
highly to be prized? My eight years Of
campaigning OF the continent had Civ
en- me the French speech. or so much
Of Il as the clumsy tongue OF me could
master. j had always held Ii In
hearty English scorn. Yet now / was
eager enough TO speak II with her.
and TO take as my very own the little
cry Of JOY wherewith she welcomed
my hesltant mounting Of ii.
Fro that we fell 70 TALKING In her
mothers tongue OF the h~ardships ot
those same Huguenot emigres: and
when j looked upon her my heart bcat
faster and my blood leaped quickly,
and 1 knew not always what II was ]
said,
After Il time-twast when Darius
fetched me my supper and the candles
-she went away; ms so ended a day
which saw the beginning OF a struggle
fiercer than AM the turbaned Turk
had ever given me-. For when i hac
| eaten and was alone with time to think
4 knew well that / loved this woman