The Marshall republican., 1906-06-01
BY RALPH CONNOR
CHAPTER x.
ewEs's FIRST PnArrns.
Author Of

x~I Nhs tAOtt utHiNSt
III with fear, that I began with
0S1HSsc Gwen. But even had | been
Gx& able TO foresee the endless
series OF exasperatlons through which
she was destined to conduct me, still
would ! have undertaken my task.
For the child, with all her willfulness.
her tempers and her pride. made me.
AZ she did all others, her willing slave.
Her lessons went on, brilliantly or
not Mt all. according to her sweet will.
she learned TO rend with extraordinary
rapidity. for she was eagcr 10 know
more OF that great world of which the
Duke had told her such thrilling tales.
Writing she nbhorred. She lad no
one 10 write 10. Why should she
crnmp her fingers over these crooked
little marksY hut she mastered with
hardly n struggle the mysteries of fig
ures, for shc would have Ia sell her
cattle. and dad doesn't know when
they are cheating" Her ideas OF cdti.
cation were purely utilitarinn. aud
what did not appear Immediately use
full she refused to trifc with. And 30
nll through the following long winter
she vexed my righteous soul with her
w~illfulness and pride. An appeal 20
her father was idle. She would wind
her long. thin arms nbout his neck
and let her waving red hair float over
him until the old man was quite help
less 10 exert authority. The Duke
could do most with her. To please
him she would struggle with her crook
cd letters for an hour nj n time. but
ever his influence and authority had
its limits.
"Must ~ she said one day In an.
swer to n demand OF his for more
faithful study: must r. And.
throwing up her proud little head and
shaking back with u trick she had
her streaming red hair. she looked
straight at him from her blue gray
eyes and asked the monosyilabic qucs.
ton. "wbyf" And the Duke looked
back nj her with his slight smile for
n few moments and then said In cold.
ever tones;
81 really don't know why" and
turned his back on her. Immediately
she sprnng NJ him. shook him by the
arm and. quiverlng with passion. cried:
"You are not 10 speak 20 me like that.
and you are not 10 turn your back
that way!'
"whnt n little princess II H." he snid
admiringIy. land what u time she will
give herself some day. Then he added.
smiling sadly: WAS ! rude. Gwcnf
Then l ann sorry" Her rnga was gone.
md she looked as II she could have
held him by the feet. Az II was, too
proud TO show her feelings. she Just
looked nj him with softening eyes. and
then sat down 10 the work she had
refused. This was after the advent OF
tho Pilot nc Swan Creek. ana. M the
Duke rode home with me that night.
after long muslng he said with heslta-
lion: "She ought 60 have some re-.
ligion. poor child: she VIII grow M u
perfect little devil. The Pilot might
he Of service II you, could bring hiss
IN. Women need that sort OF thing.
II rcnnes. you know"
would she have hlmT' ! asked.
Question" he replied doubtfully.
"Yon might suggest It."
Which I did. introducing somewhat
clumsily. I fear. the Dukes name.
THE Duke says he is to make me
good" she cried. II won't have him.
] hate him. and you too.' And for
that day she disdained MI lessons. AMI
when the Duke next appeared she
greeted him with the exclamation. u