The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1909-03-18

Y supper alone: wouldn't have her morn-
er come down at all; and she did 1t In
80 minutes. How's that 2"
Fine. 1ne!" he gurgled, looking with
experienced eye over the bounteous
table and rubbing his hands together
in anticipation. Rose came in just in
time to see the movement. and a light
ming impulse possessed her to pour
water over the plump hands as he
rubbed them. but she took her place
with p~reternatural gravity. There was
little conversation: the suppe required
the undivided attention of the guest.
"of course you'll stay to the service
this EVENING"" the Squire spoke up at
length. There's q good moon. and
it'll be a glorious ride down the run"
why, yes, perhaps I wil-perhaps I
WILL" 1t was as If he had just thought
OF It.. There was a tone OF concession
In his voice, as IL ne were comforting q
favor by staying.
II don go much In the evening"
the Ole man continued. II don't feel
dark, and I like to have the woman
stay at home with me. blu Rose never
misses a service. She's organist, you
know. She'll take you right along: you
and she can start OFT together any
time now. 1t takes up at !, Here.
Rose, most ready, are you?" He had
taken q step to the door. and was CALL
ing up the stairs.
Yes. all ready" came the CHEEKY
voice from above. You going, Pap?"
NO. but Mr.. Keichline Is. He's all
ready"
"Yes-yes." He came forward suave-
ly as she appeared at the door. II
shall be glad to escort you; very glad
indeed" He vas bowling u~nctuously,
his hat in his and Tn at you ser
vice. Shall I nave h p~leasure?"
"oh, land, mol" he burst out with a
to get there and practice that old. an
them. It's late now. There goes the
second bell. I must hurry. Good-bye."
She waved her glove at her father and
tripped girlishly down the walk. Keich-
line stood looking at her blankly.
The old man turned full OF apology.
There isn't a better-hearted girl in
this world, but she's young M impul-
sive yet. She doesn't mean any harm
You know g~irls-they've got Just about
so much Stiffness in EN-, and it's bound
all right when you understand her.
She's a good girl-good's gold. She's
never once disobeyed me, and she new
er WILL" ,
Yes. yes. I understand" And he
had gone on to the church, Modified.
and encouraged.
AS ne sat and watched her at
organ. her figure full OF supple and
slender grace, her movements rapid and
decisive, and her whole attitude whis-
pering Of hearty and Joyous life, he
forgot his vexation and vas glad that
the sermon: her brown wavy hair: her
eyes that seemed darker h they
We're; her cheeks n throat, girlish In
their outlines; and he resolved to stay
every Sabbath evening to the service
He would go home with her through
the twilight, and perhaps he would
whisper to her something on the way.
Perhaps. +.
He fingered at tho door while the
audience struggled out after the ser
vice. 1t was embarrassing, for all the
young fellows OF the neighborhood were
walk. either waiting for their girls"
or else curious to observe what was
going on. He would not do 1t again;
he would go forward and speak to the
pastor, and then take Rose as she came
down with the choir.
The row of youngster grew thinner
about him: there were only half a doz-
en-; and now he was alone. What was
keeping Rose 30 long? Doubtless the
choir was arranging for a rehearsal.
i NOulu "dlh III duO 6OGt II WAS not
proper for her to go home alone in the
darkness.
The church was empty, ave for tho
janitor, h was extinguishing the
lights.
Rose Hartswick-' he blurted out.
Has she gomez
Land. yes: long ago. h went out
OF the side door there"
He turned. dazed and angry. AS he
reached the step, q voice from the
TOO slow" and a great, roaring
laugh followed from a dozen threats.
He did not see Rose again that night.
He rode down the valley vexed and
peevish, and 1t was two days before he
recovered his old confidence.
Thus It was in the weeks that fol-
lowed. He came every fair Sunday and
remained for the evening meeting, and
the girl tormented him until often, as
he rode back the long, dark journey
down the Run, he vowed that he would
never go again. He was at her mercy.
He was never quite sure as to what
was to happen next. II she complied
with his request. 1t made him sus-
picious. One perfect January afternoon,
he had invited her to a walk.
"Fine!" she had cried joyously. Its
just the thing: It's Just the day for a
walk"
"Ah, it is; 1T is" he had gurgled.
hardly daring to believe that she had
really consented. They would saunter
out In the clear, warm air, and would
sit at length in a n little nook,
and he would settle the whole matter
once for all. His heart beat high at the
thought.
lcontinued Next weeko
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