The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-12-13

mass at the cathedral, where she had
listened with rapt countenance. In the
afternoon, the weather being very
pleasant, we drove out to the Bronx to
see the animals and the conservatories,
in which she was as interested as any
child. In fact, l found myself treating
her more and more as a child. she
was essentially II in characteristic
willed, easily ~downcast and Us easily
elated: ana though she was religious
to q degree amounting almost to su-
perstition. it seemed never to have oc-
CURED 10 her thai there was anything
wrong or irregular in her manner OF
life. She was frankly Trelnain'es mis-
tress, evidently cherished n deep affec-
zion for him, and. ! doubt not, would
have been faithful to him under amy
but the most extraordinary temptation.
She had arraycd herself, hat Sun
day evening, in the satne garments she
had worn the first night l had met
her--the gorgeous costume of the belle
a~ffranchie. In which she was most at
home-but 1 had grown more accus-
toned to her and sat down near her
without any great bedazzlement. She
rolling cigarets with remarkable skill
and celebrity, and had quite a pile on
the tabcuret beside her. sat and
watched the supple fingers and the rcd.
red lips, and the dark face. changing
with every wave of feeling.
There" she said, at last, In that
queer, Clipped soft Creole which defies
papers and tobacco. THAT will do for
this evening. Take one, che"
I took one and lighted it. I knew
thai the term of endearment had no
meaning.
Ny friend" she said suddenly. turn
know where doudoux has gomez"
NO" / answered. ''he did not tell
me. He said only tina his business
was calling him away"
"Business. Ohe! And you believe
that"
Why shouldn't l believe it, c%ecilye"
III it we're merely business, he could
would have hidden in some little, little
Norner 1 would not nave been in the
Wy"
She flung her cigaret iron, her with
a swift fury. not looking to see where
vt struck. | got up and stamped it out.
She burst into sudden laughter as she
watched me--the mirth of the careless
south at the careful north.
AN the same" She said. with con-
%Nictton. "he is growing weary of me;
L annoy him; I can see it. 1t was. Of
course. inevitable. Soon he will be
sending me away. Ohe!" and she
stretched her arms above her head
All Well! d'amour, de rires, ct d'ouh-
lis!!' n she laughed. but I fancied
there was a sob beneath the laughter.
4 least. I shall be again at st.
PIERRE"
And o still long for it?"
anh Iona 49, ;+y $1,000, --
che, if you had ever lived there"
A line from Mandalay flashed into
head
IF you've ear. the cas-. %a-callin',
why. you don't 'eed nothin' else
and looking at har. l caught a glimpse
OF hat compelling fascination. Preach-
ers and lecturers are FOND OF pointing
out that no great nation ever came
from the tropics-but the people who
V there have their conversations.
Suddenly there came a soft Kissing
from the little cage over the radiator.
"Ah, l must feed Fe-Fc-she is call
Ing me" h cried, and she sprang up.
with a little wine in a glass.
1 stood and watched her without be-
ing greatly impressed. Fe-Fe seemed
very harmless and lethargic-evidently
climate Of New York. even though
mellowed by the radiator, did not
agree with her.
She is not at all WELL" said Cecily,
as Il put her back into her cage. 1T
is only the warmth Of the wine that
keeps her alive. l shall take her back
to st. Pierre with me-there she will
again be happy. Tambou! and so shall
1! One is always shivering here-the
whole world is so cold-the sky. the
sea, wen the sum-"
of course Tremaine viii go back
with you" 1 assured her; 1 was won
dertng il she really suspected his In
tention.
NO, he will not" she said decidedly;
but she added, with an electric flash
of the eyes, he may come in time"
1 lighted another cigaret.
Where did o meet him, Cecfiy":'
H came to st. Pierre three, four
years ago.. He saw me one day stand
ing at the door of my house in the Rue
Peysette."
DO you know where he came from?"
No; it mattered nothing to me-
H never talked about his past?"
His past? No. no.. What was it to
us? We had a pretty, pretty place at
Fond-Corre. Tanbou! I wish / was
there now!"
You were happy there?"
"Yes-except for the times doudoux
a in his black spells"
His black spells?"
"Yes-oh, then everyone ran from
I. He was terrible-rav-
ing and cursing Missile Johnson"
Johnson" 1 repeated, with q sudden
leap Of the heart. Who was he, Ce-
cily?"
He was doudoux's vombi," she an
swered with conviction. and crossed
herself.
CONTINUED Next Week.)
Quaker Reflections.
H L,roro five DhiloJol,bl. r,.--.
who isn't worth even that.
The Englishman who drops his his
doesn't realize that he lakes a jay
Of himself.
In the game of love, as in q game Of