Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1911-04-28
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the next morning. He had never really
outgrown the natural habit of waking
at dawn, but he had fallen upon the
evil way Of turning over n sleeping
TIL half after nine. He ate a light
breakfast and went out to the stables
and saddled his Irish huntcr.
Warrington started for the Benning-
toms and found Patty already in the
saddle.
They walked their horses to the city
limits.
Where is Jove?" she asked presently.
The rogue is missing. l dare say he
Is g~allivanting around some ~neighbor's
back yard. l haven't laid eyes on him
this morning. 1 believe he realizes that
he will see me frequently hereafter,
and has not bothered his ead to look
me up"
Frequently" ShA turned her head.
Yes. | am coming home to live. OF
course, this is my place Of residence;
my voters bed, as the politicians say,
is here III Herculaneum. But l mean TO
i've here now in deed as we'll as in
thought"
Il am sure we shall be delighted to
have you with US" This was said
gTaveiy. \ thought, which she would
have repealed gladly, sprang into being.
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talking about you and your exploits
at college,"
s"Our exploits" he corrected. laugh
ing. Shall we give them a little ex-
ercise now" he asked, with a gesture
toWard the long brown road.
h nodded, and they started off at
4 sharp trot, n presently broke into
a canter. So he was coming home to
live? She felt q hot wave Of sudden
anger sweep over her, and her hands
frightened on the reins. 1t was true,
then? She !GTad her brother. what
right had this man at her side to
threaten her brothers happiness? Had
Katherine Challoner signified her desire
not to leave New York, would War
rington have decided to return to Her
culaneum? Her hands relaxed. What
a silly fool she was! She, who despised
and condemned gossip, was giving it
ready ear.
They Numbered over a wooden
bridge. The spirit Of the morning was
in the horses; they began to race. An
unexpected curve in the road discovered
& r~c2dSuiideT IL his gang Of Ital-
ians. a low barrier ran across the
road. 1t was not exactly needed. as
they were not digging, but laying
crushed stone. The obstruction was
simply for the convenience OF the boss.
who desired to work unhampered.
Shall we?" cried Warrington, mis-
chief in his eyes.
Yes There was no fear In this
girl.
On they went, in a cloud OF dust.
The Italians made for the bitches, but
the boss stood in the road and waved
his arms in warning. Presently he, too.
ducked.
Hep! n over the pair went, land
ing clean and sound on the other side
of the barrier. Before the surprised
boss could express himself, they were
lar down the road. A curse was hurled
after them, but they heard It not. They
hadn't hurt the road at all, but the au-
.hority Of the boss had suffered.
He had put UP that barrier to signify
that the road was closed; very well,
they'd see. Dirt under their feet, huh?
All right. How he hated them all, with
their horses and carriages and dances
and dinners and clubs! Bah! He took
q flask from his pocket n drank.
Then he cursed the laggard Italians,
n mourned that a year and a half
must pass before he could sell their
votes again..
That jump, harmless enough IN tt
self, was to prove a bad inspiration on
Warrington's part. But it is always
these seemingly inconsequent things
that bear the heaviest reckoning.
Half a mile onward they drew down
to a walk, flushed and breathless.
AT the Country club they stabbed the
horses and wandered about the golf
links. Luncheon was served on the YER
anda; and presently Warrington found
himself confiding to this young girl as
If he a Known her intimately all his
life. The girl felt a thrill Of e%xultation,
1t fiattered her young vanity to hear
this celebrity telling her about his am
billions.
Everything becomes monotonous
after a WHILE" he said. "And I have
just begun TO grow weary OF living
alone. Day after day, the same faces.
the same places, the same
the same work. I've grown tired.
want to live like other human beings.
Monotony leads very quickly into folly.
and l confess to many acts Of folly.
And 40 folly is absolutely harmless,
He stirred his tea and stared into the
cur.
why. I should think you ought 70
be the most contented OF men, she
cried. You are famous, wealthy, court
ed. And when you return to Hcrculane-
un, every girl In town will set her cap
for you. | warn you of this, because
I've taken a friendly interest in you"
1T is very good OF you. Come" he
said. draining his cup; surely you tell
fortunes In tea cups: tell mine.'
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