Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1908-10-23
The Fatal Three
MISS M. E. BRADDOH
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CHAPTER y.-(Continucd.)

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they lived until the spring, and then, "r"|
In the depths of his gloom. a NrurniH
came upon George GrcSwold to 81" til
home of his race, the manor which h" hH'
loved as if 1t were n living thing.
mildred, do you think you could hca
to be in the old hon" again. hr asked h,
wife suddenly. one morning nj breakfast
CT could bear anything better than tn
life we lead here" she answered, her eye
filling with tears.
"Wc will go back then yes, even if i
y only to look upon our dalght"r'
grave"
They went back to England and to En-
derby Manor within a week after that con
vcrsation.
1t was summer again. the ripe, fun
blown summcr of mid-July. The awful
anniversary of their bercavrmcc. Elt
passed in silence and PRAYER. .AM thing,
at Enderby looked as the5 had looked
in the years that were gone, except tn,
faces of the servants, which we. fol
the most yavt strange. What change Of
the household made a great change in
the hTc of people 50 conservative rs
George Grcswold and his wife; and the
old home seemed so much rhr loss Xix"
home because of that change. Th" Squire
of Ep1crby felt that mis- popularity wuS
l~esssr$ni in the village for which he had
done so much. His severe dealing wit"
the offenders had pleased nobody, not even
the sufferers from the cpid"ntr, who
losses he had avenged. He had shown
himself implacable. and there wcr" many
who said he had bccn unjust.
George Greswold felt the change from
friendly gladncss to odd civility. He
could see the altered expression in all
those familiar faces. The only sign Of
affection was from Hrs. Rainbow. stand
ing at her cotts 20 gate in decent black.
with sunken Cheeks worn pale by many
tears. SIc burst out crying at sight of
Mildred Greswold. and claspcd her hand
Va 2 fervor of sympathy.
On, to think of your sweet young lady,
ma'am! that you should lose her. as l
lost my Polly" she sobbcd and then
two women wept togcther-sistcrs in af-
Fiction.
you dom think we are to blame. do
you. Mrs. Rainbow" Mildred said gent
ly.
mo, no, indeed. ma'am. We all know
it was Gods will. We must kiss the
One day the door was opened by the
new footman. who announced Mr.. Cas-
Mrs. Grcswold rose from the piano to
find herself face to face with n man
cOuntcnance had a pleasing express
sion.
He was tail and slim. we'll dressed in
l subdued metropolitan style; and he had
IN air of distinction and elegance which
would have marked him anywhere as i
'reature apart from the common herd.
t was not an English manner. There
vas a supple grace in his movements
rhich suggested Il Southern origin. There
;as a pleading loo in the full brown
yes which suggested an emotional tenn
A Italian. no doubt" thought Mil
red, taking this Southern gracefulness
l conjunction with the Southern nanfe.
Sine wondered on what pretruse this
tranger had called. and what could b"
is motive for coming.
Mrs. Greswold. l have to apologize
umbly for presenting myself without
first sent credentials and waited
'r your permission to call" he said, in
cry perfect English, with only the slight
It Milanese accent: and then he handed
RS. Greswold an unsealed letter. (which
e had taken from his breast pocket.
She glanced at it hastily, not It litt!c
EMBARRASSED by the situation. The letter
as from an intimate friend, ar amateur
who wrote graceful sonnets
nd gave pleasant parties:
Il need not excuse myself. my dear
lend. for making Mr.. Castellani Know
y1u in the flesh, as | have no doubt
2 is already familiar to you in the spirit.
.e is the anonymous author of 'Nepen-
the book that almost every one has
zen reading and quite every one has been t
liking about this season. Only the few (
IN understand 1t; but you are of those
Nv. and l feel assured your deepest fell
,gs have been stirred by that most ex-
work. How delicious it must |
. with you among green lanes and Eng
sh meadows. We are just rushing oil to |
land of extinct volcanoes for my poor
.sbaaa's annual cure. {
DIANA TOMKINSON." J
Pray sit down." said Mildred, as she l
nished iier Gushing friends note; my
usband will be In presently hope in
me 70 see you"
Pardon me if, in all humility, say
Is you I was especially anxious to sec, {
, KNOW, if it were Observation-Disclosures
|, Il will be also to know Mr.. Greswold.'
Your name is among my earliest rec
lections.'' pursued Castellani. MY {
other was educated at a convent at Roe I
and she was very fond of Eng 5
nd and English people. The first jour
~ l can distinctly remember was a {
,urney to London, which occurred when !
was ten years old. l remember my
,ther aud mother talking about Mr..
ausset. She had known him when she
as a little girl. He used to stay in her
TIERS house when he came to Lyons
i business. She would like to lave seen I
i'm and his wife and daughter, for old
mes sake; but she had been told that
is wife was a lady of rank
Il am much interested in you remi-
said Mildred, after a brief
ause. .My father was very dear to me.
~ mother came of an old Irish family,
nd the Irish, as you know, are apt tc be
roud of high birth. l had never heard
" fathers commercial life spoken about
.til to-day. l only knew him as an idle
without business cares of any kind,
.,.e to take life pleasantly. He used to
send two or three months Of every year
nder this roof. 1t was a terrible blow
80 whsn Sc lost him six years ago. and |
think my husband mourned him almost t
J deeply as l did. But tell me about
our book"
His half deferential, half caressing I!