The Red Cloud chief., 1906-02-16
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Miss Betty had I'll impression that
her grandmothCr'S art of pOrtraiturc
would have been more successful with
the profile than the full face" Never.
thclrSs, nothing could be more clearly
Indicated than that the hair of NJ.
Mcilhac was very yellow and his short,
huge lapclCd waiStcoat white, striped
with scarlet. An enormous cravat
covered his chin; the heavy collar Of
his yellow coat rose behind his ears,
while its tails fell to his ankles. and
the tight trOusers Of white AMI yellow
stripes were tied with white ribbons
about the middle of the calf. lie wore
white stockings and gold bucklcd yell
low shoes and on the back of his head
a %jauntily cooked black hat. Miss
Betty innocently wondered why his
letters did not speak Of Potion, Of
Ncrgniaud or Of Dumoriez, since in
the historical novels which she read
the hero's lot was inevitably linked
with that Of every n of Importance
in his generation. Yet Georges ap-
pcarcd to have been u~nacquainted
with these personages. Robespierre
being the only name Of consequence
mentioned I'm his letters, and then it
appeared in much the same fashion
practiced by her father In abiding to
the governor Of the state, who had tho
misfortune to be unpopular with Mr..
Carcwe. But this did not dim her
grcat-uncle's luster in Miss Bctty's
eyes or lessen for her the pathetic
romance Of the smile he wore.
BehOlding this smile, one remember
ed the end to which his light footsteps
had led him, and 1t was unavoidable to
picture him left lying in the empty
street behind the heels Of the flying
crowd. carefully forming that same
smile on his lips and taking much
pride I'm passing with some small, Gym
ical speech. murmured to himself, o n
corning the inutility of a gentleman's
getting shot by his friends for merely
being present to applaud them. So.
faucying him thus with his yellow hair.
his scarlet striped waistcOat and his
tragedy. the young girl felt a share Of
family greatness or at least Of pictur-
esqucness descend to her, and she
smiled sadly back upon the smile in
the picture and dreamed about its orig
inai night after night.
Whether or no another figure, that Of
a dark young man In a white hat. with
a white kitten etching his wrist In red.
found place In her dreams at this period
1t Is impossible to determine. She did
not see him again. 1t Is quite another
thing, hazardous to venture, to state
that he did not see her. At all events,
it is certain that many people who had
never beheld her were talking Of her;
that ROuen was full Of contention con-
ceruing her beauty and her gift Of mu-
sic. for a song can be heard through
an open window. And how did it hap
pen that Crailey Gray knew that 1t
was Miss Carewe's habit to stroll In her
garden for half an hour or so each
evening before retiring and that she
went to mass every morning soon aft
er sunrise? Crailey Gray never rose
at or near sunrise in his life. though
he sometimes beheld it from another
point of view, as the end of the even
Ing. 1t appears that some n must
have told him.
One night when the moon lay white
on the trees and housetOps Miss Betty
paused in her evening promenade and
seated herself upon Il bench on the
borders of the garden, wrought upon
Ivy the tender incentive to signs and
melancholy which youth in loneliness
finds In a loneliness of the earth. for
what reason she could not have told,
since she was without care or sorrow
that she knew except the French revo'
luton, yet tears shOne upon the long
lashes. She shook them off and looked
up with a sudden odd consciousness
The next second she sprang to her feet
with a gasp and a choked cutlery, her
hands pressed to her breast.
Ten PAGES In front Of her n gap In the
a%hrubbery where tall trees rose left q
small radiant area Of illumination like
that of a limellght In a theater, It's bril-
ltancy intensified by the dark foliage
behind. 1t was open to view only from
the bench by which she stood. and ap
peared, indeed. like the stage Of a little
theater, a stage occupied by a bizarre
figure. For, In the center of this shin
Ing patch, with the light strong on his
face, was standing a fair haired young
man dressed in a yellow coat. a scarlet
and white striped w%aistcoast. wearing
a jauntily cooked black hat on his head
And even to the last detail, the ribbol
Iaces above the ankle and the gol,
buckled shoes, he was the sketch o