Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-07-29
Revenge
By GUY. THORNE.

L IlOtL.
She smiled as she concluded and
at the same moment maid entered
| the drawing room with the tea equi.
page.
| The situation had been discussed
Basil and Daisy had met for certain
purpose, which had been accom-
| plished. Now they were alone togeth.
er, and all the primary business of
their meeting was finished and done.
/ She poured out cup of tea daintily
and handed him the cup and plate
of egg-shell china upon which the
| golden-brown homemade scenes were,
with an infinite grace.
and So" she said, you are going
| to Germany tonight, Captain Mar
riott-all the way to Germany? How
far away it seems now; and yet my
memories as little girl are still
fresh and vivid. All, the way to Ger
| many" she conluded, and her voice
dropped.
Was there certain regret in her
voice? That was the question Basil
Marriott asked himself.
Yes" he said, Il am going all the
way to Germany upon business as
strange and bizarre as / suppose any
man living could be embarked upon.
have only one regret!"
and what is that?" she said. 81
thought you told me, Captain Mar
riott, that the whole enterprise ap-
pealed to your spirit Of adventure,
and that you We're absolutely delight
ed that Fate had brought you into it,
Il did say that he replied, "and
1t is perfectly true, Miss Hobson, but
have regret"
As he said it the handsome young
sailor looked straight into the face of
his hostess. What she saw there-or
what she realized that she saw sent
the color into her cheeks again.
II wonder she said, "if you would
like to look round the garden, Captain
Marriott? This is a very old rectory,
you know and the gardens are really
quite nice, though, Of course, we can
not afford to keep them up as they
really should be kept up. We have
man in three days a week, and my
AetIAASl 10 hSChJ Dut tu1C 10 Oil we Gail
manage. Still, think you will like
to see the gardens
If you will show me the gardens"
Basil said, they will be to me, now
and always in memory, like the gar
dens Of the Hesperides."
She looked at him straightly for a
moment, smiled a little. and led the
way out of the fragrant drawing room.
They went into the garden.
Phlox, stocks, and hollyhocks!
What wealth Of color 1t was, and
how the tangled trumpets of the mas
turtiums blazed upon the beds! In
the distance they saw the old rector
busily engaged with his balls and NAL
let, a picture of smooth, green lawn,
a lawn like mint sauce, with a black
| figure moving across it like beetle
on a billiard table.
II think you ought to see what we
call the Nuns Walk" Daisy said
l'H you are interested in history at
5all, Captain Marriott, you will like
Fit. We can go down here. 1t is to
1 the right"
He followed her through a Laurel
walk. and together they turned into
an ancient avenue of dark green trees
dark as Chinese jade, and with the
same beauty of dull. specific color.
Now, Is not this fine?" she said
with real enthusiasm In her voice
You know, at one time this rectory
was a. nunnery They say that the
old Prioress, Helena Fitz Urze, still
1 walks up and down the avenue here
Il when the moon is full. have never
J seen her, but the maids that we have
4 had here at various times have come
to me with ghostly stories Of the ap
u partition.
Oh Basil said, when the moor
is full on a summers night, wha
could be more wonderful than thi.
Il avenue?"
4 4 am 50 glad you say it, she re
Eplied, because, though we are al
poor here-m father has been rectol
for very many years and is much be
loved on the countryside take {
4 pride and pleasure in my home"
Home." Basil replied. THAT is ];
\ wonderful word. Do you know, Mis-.
q Hobson, that ever since my earlies
Il youth I have never known what hom,
Il ISL. ~
She turned to him. i
aOh, how sad!o she said, simply
think home is the most beautiful
q thing in the world 4
MY home he replied, has been
3 home OF winds and waters. am Tx,
4 Ulysses. have sailed the seas, yea
\ in, year out. all over the world u Sc,
the sun rise over tropic oceans, SCI
lit set like q great govt OF blood in TIL,
q seas Of the South. MY ship is an
4 chored In many STRENGTHENING har
q bors, and these changing scenes ar.
all I have oT home. Yes. am Xix,
d; Ulysses! But there Is no Penelop,
B Waiting for me In q distant port,
4 She did not answer him. but looked
Il Into his face.
They had come to the end Of til,