The Red Cloud chief., 1906-02-09

coming would have in this connection.
for any one going To the stairway must
needs pass her door. and, what was
more to the point, n party Of gentlemen
descending late from the mysterious
turrct might not be so quiet rs they in
tended and the young lady sufficiently
disturbed to inquire Of her father what
entertainment he provided that should
keep his guests until : In the morning.
But at present 1t was with the op
posite end Of the house that the town
was occupied. for there workmen were
hainmerlng and saving and painting
all day long, finishing the addition Mr..
Carewe was building for his daugh-
ter's debut. This hammering disturbed
Miss Betty, who had become almost AZ
busy with the French revolution as
with her mantua maker. for she had
found In her fathers library many
books not for convent shelves, and sho
had become II Girondin.
She found memoirs, histories and
tales of that delectable period, and for
a week there was no meal I'm that house
To which she sat down earlier than half
an hour late. She had u rightful prop
erty interest In the revolution, her own
great-uncle having been one Of those
who suffered, not. however, under the
guillotinc, for to Georges Meilhac ap-
pcrtnlncd the rare distinction of death
by accident on the day when the bust
nesslike young Bonaparte played upon
the mob with his cannon.
There were some yellow letters OF
this gr~cat-uncle's in n box which had
belonged to her grandmother, n rich
discovery for Miss Betty. who read and
rcread them with eager and excited
eyes, living more In Paris with Georges
and his friends than In Roucn with her
father. Indeed. she had little else to
do. Mr.. Carewe was no comrnde for
her, by far the reverse. She seldom
saw him, except Mt the table, when he
sat with averted eyes and talked to her
very little, and, while making elaborate
preparation for her introduction to his
friends (such was his phrase), he treat
cd her with Il perfunctory civility
which made her wonder II her advent
vas altogether welcome to him, bur
wnen she noticed that his hair looked
darker .han usual about every fourth
day shs began to understand why he
appeared u%ngrateful to her for growing
up. He went out IA great deal, though
no visitors came to the house, for 1t
was known that Mr.. Carewe desired to
present his daughter to no one until he
presented her to all. Fanchou Bareaud,
indeed, made one hurried and embar-
rassed call, cvading Miss Betty's refer
ence to the chevalier of the kitten with
q dexterity too nimble to be thought
unlntentiona,. Miss Carewe was for
hidden to return her friends visit unit;
after her debut, and Mr.. Carewe ex-
planned that there were always some
worthless young men hanging about
Bareaud's, where, he did not add, they
interfered with Il worthy old one who
desired to honor Fanchon's older sister.
Virginia, with his attentions.
This was no great hardship for Miss
Betty, as, since plunging into the rev.
olution with her great-uncle. she had
lost some curiosity concerning the men
VI touuy, uOuDtihs thut thcy Wouiu
show forth as heroic, as debonair, gay
and tragic as he. He was the legend
airy hero Of her childhood. She remem
bcred her mothers stories Of him per-
haps more clearly than she remember
ed her mother, and one of the older
sisters had known him in Paris and
had talked of him ut great length, CIV
ing the flavor of his dandyism and his
beauty at first hand to his young rela-
tive.
In the library hung a small full
length drawing of Georges, done In
color by Miss Betty's grandmother.
and this she carried to her own room
and studied long and ardently until
sometimes the man himself seemed to
stand before her.
(ro bs Continued