Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1908-12-04

was silent and solitary to-day. and then
walked slowly along the winding road,
looking for the Bout du Monde. The place
was prettier and more rustic, after an
almost English fashion, than any spot Size
had seen since she left Enderby. Villas
and cottages were scattered in a desni-
tory way upon different levels, under the
shelter of precipitous cliffs, and on every
bit of rising ground and in every hollow
there were orange and lemon groves, with
here and there n peach or q cherry in
full bloom. and here and there a vivid
patch of flowers, and here and there a
wall covered with the glowing purple of
the Bougainvilliers. Great carouba trees
rose tall and dark amid all this bright
ness, and through every opening in the
foliage the %changeful color Of the Medit-
erranean shone in the distance.
Mildred went slowly along the dusty
road, looking at all the villas, lingering
here and there at a garden gate, and
asking any intelligent looking person who
puasgG to direct her TO the Bout du
Monde. II was not till she had made the
inquiry half a dozen times that she OBJ
tanned any information but at last she
met with a bright-faced market woman,
tramping home with empty baskets after
a long morning at Nice, and white With
the dust of the hillside.
lie Bout du Monde? But that was
the villa where the poor young English
lady lived whose husband threw her over
the cliff" said the woman cheerily. The
proprietor changed the name of the house
next season, for fear people should fancy
it was haunted if the story got about. 1t
is called Montfiehri now"
The woman had all the southern kind
illness and a~Iacfity to oblige, but when
the lady dropped half a dozen francs into
her broad brown hand she almost sank
to the earth in a rapture Of gratitude. q,
Madame shall see the house from CIR
ret to cellar if she Wishes" she exclaimed.
Il know the old woman in charge. She
is as deaf as one of those stones yondcr,'
pointing to a block Of blue-gray stone
lying amid the long rank grass upon the
shelving ground between the road and
the sea "hut il madame will permit /
will show her the house. Madame is per-
haps interested in the story of hat poor
lady who was murdered
"lVhy do you say that she was mur--
dcred"" asked Mildred Indignantly. You
cannot know"
Most of us thought that the English
man pushed his wife over the cliff. They
did not live happily together. Their cook
was a cousin Of mine. a young woman who
went regularly to confession, and would
not have spoken falsely for all the world.
and she told me there was great unhap
piness between them. The wife was often
in tears the husband was often angry
But he was never unkind. Your cousin
must know that he was never unkind.'
ALAS! my cousin lies in the same
burial ground yonder with the poor lady,"
answered the woman, pointing to the
white crest of the hill above Villafranche,
the soldiers were being drilled in
the dusty barrack yard under the cloud
less blue. "She is no more here to tell
the story. But no, she did not say the
husband was unkind; he was grave and
sad he was not happy. Tears, tears and
sad words from her, day Of
ter day: and from him silence and gloom"
ITO be continued.)