The Charles Mix new era. (Wagner, Charles Mix County, S.D.) 1???-1911, 1908-10-16

- M Wneu 80 }Ust HIm kfx Years ago. MA
/ think my husband mourncd him almost
a. deeply - l did. But tell me about
You book"
His half dcfercntjal. half csressing
manner his easy condolences about him.
self and his own tastes. had made her
more familiar with his individuality In
the suass % an hour than she would have
been with fae average Enrlishman in q
r,auth. She ,iiI not know whether she
liked Or dlslikcsi him but he amused her.
and ii was . new sensation for her to feel
d ,assissd.
George Greswo.d approached from q
little gate oFi the ether side Of the lawn.
Mating could be more strongly marked
than THE contrast between the two faen.
ns they ssaad facing ~ach other in the
golden Light Of afternoon. Greswogd. tall.
bread. shauideresi. rlgged-looking. IN his
rough brown heather suit and deer-stalker
CAP, carrying n thick stick. with an iron
fork at the end Of IL. fer the annihilasion
Of chance weeds in his Tseregrinations. His
fine and massive features had n worn
lotsk, bis cheeks were hollow. his dark
hair and heard were grizaled here and
there. his dark complexion had lost the
hne of youth. He locked ten years older
than bis actual sge.
Ts fore bin stood the Italian, graceful.
w~raeious in every hne and every move
unens his features delicately caiseiled.
hts eyes darn. full and bright: his com
~piesion of that milky pallor which Is so
often seen with hair tending toward red );
his brown beard OF siikiest texture, his
hands delicateiy modelled and Of ivory
whiteness his dress imhucd with all the
grace which a fashionable tailor can give
to the clothes of a man who cultivates
the beautiful, even in the barren Geld OF
the nineteenth century costume. Ii was
impossible that so marked a contrast
could escape Mi.dred's observation alto
gether, yet she perceived 1t dimly. The
picture came back 10 her memoir after
ward In more vivid colors.
Sine made the necessary introduction
Your name has an Italian sound
Greswold said presently.
at is a Miianese name. My father
was a native Of Milan my mother was
French, bus she was educated in Eng
land, and all her prociivities were Eng
lish. 1t was at her desire my father sent
me TO Rugby. and afterward 10 Cam
bridge. Her fatal illness called me back
20 Italy Immediately after | had got my
degree, and 1t was some years before /
again visited England"
Were yoa in Italy all that timer"
asked creswold. looking down absently,
and with an unwonsed trouble in his
face.
Yes, / waster four or five years in
the south-in Florence. in Venice, or
along the Riviera, wandering about like
Satan. not having made Up my mind what
to do in the world
tircswold was silent.
"You must have heard my fathers
name when ven were at Milan.'' said Cas-
tellani, Ellis music was fashionable
there
Mildred looked up with a surprised ex-
preston. She had never heard her hus-
band talk Of Milan. and yet this stranger
mentioned his residence there as if il were
an accomplished fact.
"iIow did you kn r. l was ever at
Milan:' asked GresA Did, looking up
sharply.
For the simplest OF r>ssons. had the
honor of meeting you or more than one
occasion at large assemblies, where my
insignificant personality wuld hardly i'm
press itself upon your memory. And |
met you a year later at LAZY Lochinvar's
palace at Nice. soon after 1our first mar
riage."
Mildred looked up at ksr husband. He
was pale as ashes. his lips whitening as
she gazed at him. She felt her own
checks paling: felt a sudden coldness
creeping over her. as IL she were going
TO faint. She watched her husband
dumtiy, expecting him to tell Ibis man
that he was mistaken, that he was con-
founding him, George Greswold, with
someone else: but Greswold. sat siient,
aud presently. as if 10 hide his confusion,
bent again over the dog, which got up
suddenly and licked his face in a gush
Of affeetion-as If she knew-as il she
knew.
He had been married before, and he
had old his wife not one word of that
FIRST marriage. There had been no hint
of the fact that he was a widower when
he asked John Fausset for his daughters
hand.
Enderby church clock struck six. They
heard every chime, slow and clear in the
ummer stiffness, as they sat in the broad
shadow Of the cedar, silent all three. 1t
seemed as il the striking of the clock were
the breaking Of the spell.
$50 iate.' exclaimed Castellani, in q
CHEEKY voice: land | promised Mrs. Hill
Ier.don to be back in time to drive to
Rsmsey for the evening service
lie had he easiest air possible, and
seemed totally unconscious O. any embar-
rassment caused by his illusions to the
past and yet in both faces, as he looked
from one 10 the other, he must have seen
the strongest indications Of trouble.
Mr., Castellani was inclined TO be loqua-
cious to the last. Greswold was brief
almost TO inciviiity. lie stood watching
the light cart roll away and then went
slowly back To the garden and to his seat
under the cedar.
lie seated himself without a word, Look
ing earnestly at his wife. whose dropping
head and fixed attitude told OF deepest
thought. So they sat for some minutes in
dead ~siieaee. kassandra licking her mas
ter's pendant hand, as he leaned forward