The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1910-11-25

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The situation had been discussed
Basil and Daisy had met for a 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 a cup Of tea daintily
and handed him the cup and a 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-aII the way to Germany? How
far away it seems now; and yet my
memories as a little girl are still
fresh and vivid. All the way to Ger
many" she conIuded, and her voice
dropped.
Was there a 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 a business as
strange and bizarre as l suppose any
man living could be embarked upon,
| have only one regret!"
And what is that?" she said. II
thought you told me, Captain Mar,
riott, that the whole enterprise ap-
pealed to your spirit of adventure,
and that you were absolutely delight
ed that Fate had brought you into 1t"
81 did say that" he replied, "and
| ~ ig nnrfnat1u frIIn Mics HnhCnn hIIf
l have a regret"
AS he said it the handsome young
sailor looked straight into the face of
his hostess. What she saw Thereon
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
a man in three days a week, and my
father is keen, but that is all we can
manage. Still, l 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 s~traightly 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 a wealth Of color it 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 cross it like a beetle
on a billiard table.
Il think you ought to see what we
call the Nuns Walk" Daisy said.
"If you are interested In history at
all, Captain Marriott, you will like
1t. We can go down here. II is to
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 finer" she said
with real enthusiasm in her voice
"You know, at M time this rectory
was a nunnery. They say that the
old Prioress, Helena Fitz Urze, still
walks up and down the avenue here
when the moon is full. / have never
seen her, but the maids that we have
had here at various times have come
to me with ghostly stories Of the ap
partition"
"Oh," Basil said, when the moor
is full on a summers night, wha'
could be more wonderful than thiI
aven.e?"
Il am so glad you say It." she re
piled, because, though we are al
poor here-my father has been recto
for very many years and is much be
loved on the co~untryside--I take
pride and pleasure in my home"
Basil replied. @grhhaats Is
wonderful word. Do you know, Mis-
Hobson, that ever since my earlies
youth l have never known what HON,
is?"
She turned to him.
"Oh, how sadl" she said. simply
II think home is the most beautiful
thing in the world
my home" he replied, "has been
home OF winds and waters. / am Xix
Ulysses. / have sailed the seas, yea
in. year out, all over the world. I sc
the sun rise over tropic oceans, 1 Sc
1T set like a great govt of blood In til
! seas of the South. My ship Is ali
chored in many STRENGTHENING hal
bors. and these changing scenes ar
all / have OF home. Yes, | am Xix
Ulysses! But there Is no Penelop
waiting for me in a distant port"
She did not answer him. but locke
into his face.
They had come to the end Of til
avenue, and there was a low hedg,
through which some fragrant yeIlo,
r sprays OF honeysuckie we're feelin
their way. Over the hedge was
/ bright. shining stream, and beyond
! the cnrving cornfields stretched ava
in the last long lights OF the afte
q noon, studded with crimson poppie
; Il was a lovely moment. It was