The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1906-06-27

or fatigue and work were removed, and
he set off on foot to call at Brook street,
one of the best dressed men in Piccadilly.
There was p sailor-like ~frankness in
the way in which Salter, the admiral's
butler, opened the door when the visitor
was fortunate enough to find any one at
home. The formal threshold question
was dispensed with by the genial welcome
or the heartfelt sorrow expressed by the
mans brown and furrowed face.
lie welcomed Tyars with a special grin
and an ill-concealed desire to grab at q
forelock now brushed s~crupulously back.
Salter had always endeayored through life
to adapt himself u~ngrudgingly to circum-
stances, and he succeeded fairly we'll in
remembering on most occasions that he
was a butler, but his love for all marin
ers was a thing he never fully managed
to conceal. L~and-lubbers he tolerated
now, and he liked a soldier, but his hon
est, dog-like heart went out to all who,
like himself, loved a breeze of wind and
the sweet, keen smell Of spray. There
was a bond in mutual love, whether it be
OF dog or horse, of sport or work, of land
or sea-, and Tyars always felt an ~inclina-
ton to shake honest John Salter by the
hand when he saw him.
To these feelings of sympathy must be
attributed the fact that Tyars forgot to
inquire whether the admiral were at
home. That some one was to be found
upstairs in the drawing room was obvi-
Gus enough from Salter's beaming coun-
tenance but the maritime butler omitted
to give particulars.
Thus it happened that the surprise was
mutual when Tyars and Helen Grace
found themselves face to face alone in
the drawing room.
She had been seated at a small table
near the window and she rose to receive
him, without, however, moving toward the
door.
lie came forward without appearing to
notice a slight movement of embarrass-
ment on her part, and shook hands. Most
men would have launched into unneces-
sary explanations respecting his presence.
his motive for coming, and his firm re-
solve to leave again at once. But Claud
Tyars occasionally took it upon himself
to ignore the usages of his fellows.
Il have much pleasure he said, with
grave jocularity, ''in accepting your kind
invitation to dine on Wednesday week !:
and | am yours truly, Claud Tyars."
Helen laughingly expressed her pleas
ure that he was able to come, and return
ed to her chair beside the little table.
She was quite her gentle, contained self
again. The signs of embarrassment. if
such they were, had quite disappeared.
and she asked him to find a chair for
himself with just that modicum of famil-
iarity which one allows ones self toward
the intimate friepd Of Q brother or sister.
This he did, frankly bringing a seat near
er to the small table.
If" he continued, st will be any sat
isfaction to your hospitable mind, / will
disclose the fact that my friend Easton
is also able to avail himself of your
kindness"
Il am glad she said, glancing across
at him with those gravely questioning
eyes of hers, which somehow conjured up
thoughts of olden times, Of quieter days
when there was time to think and live
and love "Mr. Tyars," she continued,
Il have an apology to make to you
He looked at her without speaking for
some moments. In another man ONE
would almost have suspected q desire to
prolong the contemplation Of a very
lovely, shamed face.
For what?" he said at length.
For disliking you'll mean for begin
ming to dislike you. / don't THAT
was at first"
Il wonder" he said, with quick mer-
c, IF you know why you began by
disliking me-
II think / do"
He smiled and turned away his eyes
rather suddenly. There was a paper
knife lying on the table, and he took it
up, subsequently balancing it on his fin
Der, while she watched him with vague
and mechanical interest.
Tell me-" he said.
Jealousy"
"Ahr'
He glanced almost furtively tow II
her and caught a passing smile. 1t was
now his turn to look i'll at ease. She
maintained silence in a determined way
which somehow threw the onus of the
pause on his shoulders. At last he threw
the paper knife down on the table with a
clatter.
"You are right" he said, almost blunt
ly. II have acted like-a-coward."
"And you are not a coward!"
He raised his eyebrows. The glance
of her eyes rs they rested on his great,
stalwart frame Cancelled the interroga-
ton.
II nave never thought so until now"
She shook her head with rather a
wistful smile.
''Then / have reason" she said, TO
be jealous. You are drawing Oswin away
from met"
Before replying he rose, and during
fine rest of their conversation he never
took a seat again, but continued moving
about the room with a certain strange
restlessness which is very uncommon in
big men.
"What is your mission she asked.
Again he stopped. He stood before her