The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1907-07-05

second before, Sir William Gouldss-
brough had been proposing to steal
and open a letter written by another
man to his fiancee. But a second be-
fore Mr.. Eustace Charliewood, the we'll
known society man, had sullenly ac-
quiesced in the proposal!
And now here was Marjorie Poole
confronting them.
Eve thought we'd come to tea, Will
iam," Lady Poole said, effusively, 60
ing forward to shake hands with her
future s%on-in-law.
"Ah, Mr.. Charliewood, how do you
do?" She gave him a bright nod and
he turned to Marjorie, while her moth
er was shaking hands with the scien-
list.
~Charliewood's face was flushed a
that the tall girl looked at him in some
surprise.
Marjorie Poole was a maiden for
whom many men had sighed. The oval
face with It's pure olive complexion,
the large brown eyes clear as a forest
pool, the coiled masses of hair the col
Of deeply-ripened corn, made up a per-
sonality of singular distinction and
charm. She was the sort of girl OF
whom people asked, who Is she?"
And II younger sons and other people
who knew that they could never o
and win her said her manner was a
little too reserved and cold, it was only
n nr0ilI1iaod yro ~ owrrocSjpr how
complete grace and ease of manner
"How are you, Mr.. Charliewood?"
she said, in a clear, bell-like voice. Il
haven't seen you since the Cars
dance"
Well, to tell the truth, Miss Poole"
Charliewood answered, with a voice
that had a singular tremor in it, you
startled me out Of my wits when you
came in. Just a moment before Sir
William had mentioned your name.
and we were both thinking Of you
when, as quick as one Of those ridicu.
lous entrances on the stage, pat upon
the very word. the butler threw open
the door and you came In"
"Oh. a stage e%ntrance!" Marjorie
answered. 81 don't like stage en-
frances" And, turning away, she went
up to her ~fiancee, making it quite
clear that, whatever her opinions
about the conventions of the boards
might be, she did not like Mr.. Charlie
wood.
The big, light-haired man stayed for
a moment or two, made a few owen
tional remarks, and then wished his
host farewell.
AS he crossed the hall he began me-
chanically to put on the heavy astra.
chan coat upon his arm. Then, with a
muttered curse which surprised the
butler, he took it off again and hurried.
ly left the house.
We'll, and how are you, William"
said Lady Poole. sitting down by the
fire. Are you going to give us some
tea? We have been paying calls, and 1
told Marjorie that we would just come
on and e how you were, in case you
might be in. And how Is the electrici.
ty going? Why don't you invent a fly.
ing machine? I'm sure it would be
more useful than the things you do in.
vent. How charming it would be to
step out Of ones bedroom window
into ones aerial brougham and tell the
man to fly to the Savoy"
Gouldesbrough did not Immediately
reply, but old Lady Poole was used to
this.
She was a tall, florid old thing, rich
ly dressed. and with an ample and ex.
pansive n Now that Sir Will
lam had proposed and the forthcoming
marriage was an accepted thing, the
good lady felt that her duty was done.
Having satisfied herself Of Sir Will.
Jams position. his banking account,
and his general eligibility, she cared
for nothing else. and she had grown
quite accustomed to the little snubs
she received at his hands from time to
time.
Gouldesbrough was looking at Mar.
jorie. His deep blue eyes had leapt
up from their usual intense calm into
fame. The fine-cut lips we're slightly
parted; the whole man had become
humanized and real in a single mo-
ment.
Ito Be ContInued.)