Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1906-02-09

ruptly. rs it too much to hope" he
inquired, that when you discover
gentleman with whom you desire to
waltz all night you will omit to men
ton the fact to hlm?"
There was brief flash of her eve
as she recalled her impulse to take his
hand, but she Immediately looked at
MIN with such complete seriousness
that he feared his irony had been
thrown away.
I'll remember not to mention If
she answered. LII tell him Won fold
me not to-"
think you may retire now" said
MI. Carewe sharply.
she rose from the steps, went to the
door, then turned at the threshold.
Were all your friends here, papa?"
DO you think that every ninny who
gabbled in my house last night was nv
friend?' he said angrily. There was
one friend of mine, Mrs. Tanberry who
wasn't here because she is out of town.
but do not imagine that you are in
Quiring about women. You mean was
every unmarried male idiot who could
afford u swallowtailed coat and a clean
pair of gloves cavorting about the
place? Yes, miss, they were all here
except two, and one Of those is fool,
the other knave."
Cant know the fool?" she asked
eagerly.
81 rejoice to find them SO rare in your
experienced" he retorted. '"This one is
out of town, though have no doubt
you will see him sufficiently often when
he returns. His name is Crailey GRAY.
and he is to marry Fanchon Bareaud-
If he remembersp'
"And the knave?"
'Is onew Carewe shut his teeth with
venomous snap, and his whole face
Redeemed suddenly. "I'll mention this
fellow once-now," he said, speaking
each word with emphasis. His name
Is Vanrevel. You see that gate, you
see the line of my property there. The
man himself as well as every other per-
son In the town remembers well that
the last time spoke to him it was to
tell him that If he ever set foot on
ground Of mine I'd shoot him down,
and he knows, and they all know,
shall keep my world Elsewhere told
him that for the sake Of public peace
should ignore him. do. You will see
him everywhere, but 1t will not be diff
ficult. No one will have the hardihood
to present him to my daughter. The
quarrel between u.s. Mr.. Carewe
broke off for moment, his hands
clinching the arms of his chair. while
he swallowed with difficulty, as though
he choked upon some acrid bolus, and
he was SO strongly agitated by his own
mention of his enemy that he controlled
himself by painful effort Of his will.
1.-THE quarrel between US is political.
and personal. You will remember"
Il shall remember" she answered In
rather frightened voice.
It was long before she fell asleep. II
alone must hover about the gates or
steal into your garden like thief" the
incroyable had said. THE last time
| spoke to him it was to tell him that il
he ever set foot on ground Of mine I'd
shoot him down." had been her fathers
declaration. And Mr.. Carewe had spo-
ken with the most undeniable air of
| meaning what he said Yet she knew
that the incroyable would come again.
Also, with hot cheeks pressed into
her pillow, Miss Betty had identified
the young man in the white hat, that
dark person whose hand she had far
too impetuously seized In both of hers.
| Aha! 1t was this gentleman who look
ed into peoples eyes and stammered so
sincerely over Il pretty speech that you
almost believed him; it was he who
was to marry Fanchon Bareaud, .'if he
remembersr' No wonder Fanchon had
been in such hurry to get him away.
"If he remembers!' Such was that
| young mans character, was it? Miss
Carewe laughed aloud to her pillow,
for was one to guess the reason also
of his not having come to her ball?
Had the poor man been commanded to
be "out of town.
| Then. remembering the piquant and
generous face of Fanchon, Betty clinch-
ed her fingers tightly and crushed the
imp who had suggested the unworthy
thought. crushed him to a wretched
pulp and threw him out of the window.
He Immediately sneaked in by the
back way, for, in spite of her victory,
she still felt a little sorry for poor
| Fanchon