The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1909-12-03

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ton, Il think all the worry is over 70
| tonight"
The foOtman had never heard tn
| naJOrdomO speak in such a pleasan
| ana condescending way before Here
| was the great Mr.. Remington himself
Jefore whom even the butler trembled
actually talking with him-Thomas
1t was great moment for the tai
servant with the powdered hair.
Il hope so, indeed. Mr.. Remington
'ir!' he answered. in a voice whicl
5howed how deeply he was moved :"
nope so. indeed, sir"
I'VE have got them out. Thomas
Ne have got them OUT" said Mr.. Rem
ington. rubbing his hands with {
'huckle. Il had the report brought tC
my room at eleven o'clock, and nc
less than thirty-twO of those nasty
fellows have called during the even
ing. Thercll be a fine to-do Of non
'ense in the papers tomorrow morn
ing. Thomas"
II expect so, yes. sir" the footman
~ Pii' VI tS, llluttu, Sll.
IT'S a shocking thing, Thomas. "
continued Mr. Remington. what the
papers will say. Well, this is happy
day-a happy day, indeed-now that
his Grace and her Grace have re-
turned"
Yes. indeed, Mr. Remington, sir"
said the footman.
1T is her Grace's Intention" con
tlnued Mr. Remington, ito give the
servants a party next week, when
everyone will be allowed to invite a
friend subject to my knowing exact
ly who he or she may respectively be.
You will all be asked to drink the
health of the little Duke"
1T is very kind of her Grace, Mr..
Remington, sir" the footman answer
ed. Yes. indeed. Mr. Remington, sir;
very kind of her Grace
AT the end of a certain corridor In
certain wing of the house a great
room furnished as a nursery was very
brightly lit. Upon the walls was a
pattern of paper depicting hunting
scenes in vivid colors-the fox gen
orally getting the better of both
hounds and huntsman. and repeated
half hundred times in different
squares, crouching upon the roof of
a thatched cottage, grinning derision
at the stupid dogs and mortals who
fought for him below.
The room was full of toys-toys
which had obviously been in recent
use and had not been put away. And
it was quite empty.
The door which led into the inner
room-into the night nursery-was
open, however, and from it came a
low murmur of voices.
Michael Grant and the Duchess of
London were standing together in the
night nursery, which was lit by a rose
shaded electric lamp standing upon a
little table by the side of a cot. In
the cot the little Duke of London lay
sleeping peacefully.
The baby face was in calm and love-
ly repose The breathing was deep
and regular The long black lashes
lay upon cheek like the inside of
she'll One tiny hand lay upon the
coverlet-a little crumpled hand-a
sweet little hand.
Michael looked very tall and straight
in his black evening clothes. The
Greek head was poised as proudly as
ever upon the lean and massive torso
The poise of the body was as alert
and graceful as ever. But something
had come into the fine, ascetic face
which had not been there before. The
lines Of resolution had hardened and
were much deeper. The eyes, little
ever. Experience had moulded the
young mans face into something finer
and more spiritual than it had ever
been.
And the Duchess-the Duchess was
radiant! Her great beauty blaZed out
in the silent room like a star.
She wore a simple evening gown of
black, and there were no jewels in her
hair nor round her neck. She was
standing some two feet away from
Michael, and her head was bowed.
Their voices had ceased, and there
was a silence.
The Duchess broke 1t.
"Yes, Michael" she said. in a curl
ously nervous voice, quite unlike hel
usual tones of proud, bright conf
dopca sVpc Michael &c Won cav