The Red Cloud chief., 1906-02-09

Have you heard what's new in
town. asked Cummings presently,
looking up.
NO." said Tom truthfully, for he had
seen what was new, but not heard it.
"Old Carewe's brought his daughter
home. Fanchon Bhreaud was with
her at st. Mary's until last year, and
Fanchon says she's not only n great
beauty, but a great dear"
"Ah" rejoined the other with master
" indifference. "Dare say-dare say"
mo wonder you're not Interested
said Cummings ~cheerfully. returning
! TO the discussion of his bass. ''The old
villain will take precious good care
you don't come near her."
Mr.. Vanrevel already possessed a
profound conviction to the same effect.
Robert Meilhac Carewe was known
not only as the wealthiest citizen of
ROuen, but also as its heartiest md
most steadfast hater; and, although
there were only 5000 or 5000 inhabit-
ants, neither was a small distinction,
for ROuen was ranked In those easy
days as a wealthy town, even as it was
called an old town, proud of its age
and its riches and bitter in It's politics.
of curse. The French had built a fort
there soon after La Sales last voyage
and, as Crailey Gray said, had settled
the place, and had then been settled
themselves by the pioneer militia. Aft
er the Revolution, Ca%rolinians and Vir-
ginians had come by way of Tennes-
see and Kentucky, while the adventur-
GUS countrymen from Connecticut,
travelling thither to sell, remained to
buy-and then sell-when the country
was In Its teens. In course of time the
little trading post of the northwest ter
ritory had grown to be the leading cen
ter Of elegance and culture in the Ohio
valley-at least they said SC in Rouen.
Robert Carewe was Rouen's magnate,
commercially and socially and, until
an upstart young lawyer named Van
revel struck into his power with a
broadax, politically. The wharfs were
Carewe's; the warehouses that stood by
the river and the line Of packets which
piled upon it were his. Half the town
was his, and In Rouen this meant that
he was possessed of the middle justice,
the high and the low. His mother was
a Frenchwoman, and In those days,
when to go abroad was a ponderous
and venturesOme undertaking, the fact
that he had spent most Of his youth In
the French capital wrought n certain
glamour about him, for to the Ameri-
can Paris was Europe, and 1t lay SHIN
mering on the far horizon of every
imagination, a golden city.
Mr.. Carewe lived In al old fashioned
house on the broad, quiet, shady street
which bore his name. There vase
wide lawn in front, shadowy under
elm and locust trees and bounded by
thick strawberries. A long garden, fair
with roses and hollyhocks, lay outside
the library windows-an old time gar
den, with fine gravel paths and green
arbors, drowsed Over in summer time
by the bees, while overhead the locust
rasped his rusty cadences the livelong
day, and a faraway sounding love note
from the high branches brought to
mind the line, like al old refrain:
The voice OF the turtle was heard in the
land.
Between the garden and the carriage
gates there was a fountain where q
bronze boy with the dropsy Out not
mlnding i) lived in a perpetual bath
from a green goblet held over his head.
Near by a stone sundial cleaned
against a clump Of lilac bushes, and II
was upon this spot thatothe white kit
ten introduced Thomas Vanrevel to
Miss Carewe.
Upon the morning after her arrival,
having finished her pi%anoforte practice.
touched her harp twice and arpeggioed
the Spanish ~Fandango" on her guitar,
Miss Betty read two paragraphs Of
colbert" Qor she was profoundly de-
termined to pursue her tasks with dill
igence), but, the open windows dis
closing a world all sunshine and green
leaves, she threw the book aside with
a good conscience and danced out to
the garden. There, coming upon a
fuzzy white ball rolling into itself
spirally on a lazy pathway, she pounc.
ed at 1t, whereupon the thing uncurled
with lightning swiftness and fed,
more like a streak than a kitten, down
the drive, through the open gates and
into the street, Miss Betty In full cry.
Across the way there CHANGED to be
strolling a young lady In blue, ac-
companied by a gentleman whose lei
surely gait gave no indication of the
maneuvering he had done to hasten
their walk into Its present direction.
He was apparently thirty or thirty-one,
tall. very straight dark. smooth shaved