The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-02-14

TON You are wholly unreasonable. OBJ
stinate and hopeless! Worse than old
Davy Burns, who after objectionable stub
borncss, had at last to sell his land to
George Washington for our capital!"
There's one thing 1 won't stand! Girls
arc selfish and t~houghtless beyond endur-
ance sometimes, and this is one-of-the-
times! Iterrolly waiting for them!
Heavenly tones. angelic smiles, but one Is
expected to march up and down. patiently
sit or stand any length Of time! When at
last they sail down the stairs and sweetly
say: oh, l am so sorry-and-all-that
stuff"
Then. Tom. you go of I uppose into
tantrums!'
Steve, l don't care VIA you call them!
BY Jove. / Won't stand it. l told her SO.
I've been patient about her fathers sick
ness and one excuse after another as hong
as I'm going to-"
II take it, Tom, you're speaking Of Mil
dred?"
who the devil could l be speaking off,
Toms partner and best friend gave a
long whistle and laughed aloud.
II hope not to be fool enough to go there
for q month. I'm going to run over to
New York and ~stay-well, hang it oil. six
weeks or SO. See how her ladyship will
like that"
Tom. you are-weil, go your own way,
but you're not counting the cost Of this
tit OF temper. Mildred is a beautiful girl
so are hundreds of others"
She's a remarkable girl"
$50 are others"
Tom, Mildred loves you q thousand
times better than you can ever deserve.
She's far too good for ysu; but between
you and me. old fellow. you can't live
without her"
Nonsense! A little less love and more
comfort. A small piece OF humble pie
will taste good to her ladyship by the
time I ask her to go out again"
What did you two quarrel about last
nisht?'
Absolutely nothing: but we had prom
lsed to be early to the concert rooms, and
Mildred kept me waiting until my pa
t.ence was gone"
Mildred had good reasons"
Same old ones.' Father kept her.
S h had been with him all day, too"
Stephen Lord loved his college chum.
ON. Swore by Tom, lived with Ten.
The most generous, manly, honest, loyal
friend in the world. was this same unreal
senable, hasty. ill-tempered Tom. Stephen
aeplorcd this fault and predicted "a ter
rlbie sorrow some day."
The CAROLS came over the seas with
Lord Baltimore long ago, and Mildred was
born In the old manor house Of her an
%cestors. in the blue hills Of Maryland. Her
pretty English mother slept under the
trees on the Carroll estate. while her in
valid father and sister. Esther, spent
their winters in Washington, that their
darling child could enjoy friends and
her music and studies.
Everybody approved the devoted lever.
'"Tom Howard" Brilliant, young. hand.
some Tom. Men said. tom was in great
luck. Such a charming. rare. accom-
plished girl as Mildred Carron.
hI,.r -.
for the benefit of the ST. John Home.
The beautiful ballroom was thrown open
to the public. Mrs. Cleveland, the Fair
childs, Fosters and foreign legations We're
there. Mildred had promised her GEAR
friend. Mrs. Whitney. to give two songs.
Toms carriage waited long thai even
Ing. Tom tramped up and down the hall.
and parlor. jerked the buttons off his
gloves, opened and shut the front door
several times.
"A clear. sweet voice came over the stair
vay. Just a minute. Tom"
whenever was there smaller cause for
bitterness? Whenever did love find smaller
cause for unkind words? Oh, the pity of
1t ali!
Mildred ran down the stairs GREATNESS
and rosy. tossed her white cloak over
Toms arm. tucked her fan in his coat
pocket, as usual, ard said: TOO bad.
dear. to keep you waiting! Father took a
sudden notion to see me in this gown.
and. Tom. he talked. and talked about nv
mother. and when they used to go out OF
evenings. and. somehow, I couldn.t nm
away. You. Your
Tom bustoned his coat, threw the cloak
over Mildred's shoulders, and said. "You
are always late 'hcse days. You seem TO
think OF everybody's pleasure before
mine! am sick Of it. You had better go
with people less prompt for awhile.'
II t~~1r 49, -.--1
arm. wrapped the cloak closer about her
neck, and coldly replied:
You are quite right; Mrs. Whitney ex-
poets ~us-so-tonignt we will 60" The
smile faded from her face, her brown eyes
grew cold. and all the night grew dark.
Never was music %lovelier. Never an even
Ing a greaier success. Mildred sang .sAfy
Garden" by the blind poet. Philip Mars
ton; sang with all her soul in her voice.
Oh, my garden full of roses,
Red as passion and as sweet.
fa,i1ng not. when summer closes.
Richer grown. through cold and heat.
"A ire burned In her heart. famed in he,
checks, and the merry people exclaimed al
the wondrous beauty of the artist singer.
Mrs. Cleveland filled her arms with lilies
and roses. when the songs were done. Mrs
Whitney kissed her terderly, and said
rake these vlo!ets to your dear father. ]
hope he hasn't missed you too lone
child"
Good-n!ghts were laid. Carriages rolled
ever the wide venues and the music and
laughter grew silent.
Mildred made no sign and Tom cursed
himself for his folly.
The lamp burned low in the sick cham.
Der. The father listened for the mfcl
steps on the stairs.
You dear and darling! Awake vet, set
these roses and violets and lilies, beauti.
ful Mrs. Cleveland sent you. and dear Mrs
Whitney. tool"
Throwing Off her wraps. Mildred sat O,
the beosd,e. away into the small hours
anu q splendid light filed the dim room
and shone INTO the hearts of father apt
child, lilsc none orler in the world, Love
past the telling
The teabe arms fingered long abo1,
@.!ared E.ck. sweet sood-nights wer,
said and. "SeZe's one more kiss, dadd,
dearsso; ! ssa:i lake breakfast with yen
in Il tew houts'
She STOOD Il moment in the open door
fer Wat? To ease the pain, and tn,
"o7n4 oil he evening? or TO wonder a bi
ofes tte .a.ec u interchangeable love tn,
Atiaar Nv : Il her?
+ HH'ss nj sunlight cn11le in at the east
eFA NeA9 inorniag. Mildred Leaned
otsr re- iet as fafher. fos ulcrr,
f's last nights suli on hl
-. TO .,J.uiur was I'm fr,y.1n