Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-06-06

ly. that father does not wish our Ell
sagement to be broken off. He stick
tn your cause and will do So through
thick and thin. He still believes THAI
this Philip is an imposter and thinks
that Lord Radcliffe has taken leave OF
his Senses"
Size spoke quite quietly, matter az
factlN now. pulling. by her serene calm.
Lakes soul back from the realms of
rbule sensations to the prosy facts
of today. And he-in answer to her
mute dictate and with n movement
wholly instructive n mechanical
drew himself upright. and passed his
hand over his ruffled hair, and the
jeapordiZod immaculateness of shirt
front and cuffs.
phillip de Mountford." he said simp-
lN. is no imposter. Lou. He has been
perfectly straightforward, and Mr..
Dobson for one. who has seen all his
| papers. thinks that there is no doubt
whatever that he is Uncle Arthur's son.
His clerk-Mr. Downing-went out To
Martinique, You know, and his first
letters came Il day of two ago. All i'll
| quirieS give the same result. and DOWN.
ing says THAT it is quite easy to trace
the m;t,l's life. step by s,cp. from his
birth at st. Pierre, past the dark days
OF the earthquake and the lonely life
at Maric-Gialante Mrs. de Mountford
WAS a half caste native, as we all SuS-
pected. but the marriage was unaues
tionablN legal. Downing has spoken 10
people in Martinique and also in Marie
Galantc. who knew her and her son.
or at amy rate. OF IT am. cannot tell
YOU everything clearly. but there are ~
great many links IN Il long chain OF
evidence and SO far as MIR. Dobson and
his clerk have not come across Il brok-
EN- one. That the Mrs. lie Mountford
who died at Marie Galante was Uncle
-Artlur's wife, II that Philip Is his
u cn, rH, f.o:J ,1 ov .an t~,,
He has quite a number of letters i'm his
possession which Uncle Arthur wrote
after he had practically abandoned Wife
and child. ] think it was the letters
that convinced Uncle Rad"
Lord Radcliffe" she remarked dryiy.
has taken everything far too much for
granted"
He is convinced. Lou-and that's all
about it,
He is" she retorted more hotly than
was her wont, acting in q cruel and
heurtless manner. Even if this Philip
is Your uncle Arthur's SON. ever if he
is heir to the peerage and the future
head OF the family, there WAS no rca-
son for installing him in YOU home,
Luke. and turning YOU and the others
out of it,
Il suppose" rejoined Luke. phil
osophically. the house was never really
our home. What Uncle Rad gave free
IN. he has taken away again from us.
| don't suppose that we have the right
to complaint
but what will become of You all?"
w scrape along. Frank must
have his promised allowance or he'll
never get along in the service. n 500
pounds a year is IL big slice out of 1000.
Jim. too. spends Il great deal. Uncle
Rad never stinted him With money, for
1T was he who wanted Jim to be I'm the
Blues. Now he may have TO exchange
into "A less expensive regiment. l think
k.die will marry soon-Reggie Duggan
has been in love with her for the last
two years-she may make up her mind
now"
But you. Luke"
He did not know II he ought to tell
her of his plans. The ostrich farm out
I'm Africa-tle partnership Offered ia
him by a cousin of his mothers who
Was doing remarkably we'll, but who
was getting old and wanted the COM
partnership of one of his kind. 1t was
q living anyWay-but "A giving up al
= everything that had constituted life IN
the past-and the giving up OF his eX-
quisite Lou. How could he ask her ia
share that life with him-the primitive
conditions. he total absence OF lux
I uries. the rough. everyday existence?
And Lou, so perfectly dressed. SO alb
solutely modern and dainty, waited OF
4 hand and foot-
!, But she insisted. seeing that he wa:
h~eSitating and was trying to keeI
f something from her.
What o YOU. Luke?"
( He had not time to reply. for from the
hall below Il shrill voice called To then
both by name.
Mr.. de Mountford. Miss Harris. tn,
Young people want to dance. You'll
join in. won't you?"
Already he vas IN his feet. ever,
4 trace of emotion swept away from hi.
face, together with every crease from
$ his immaculate dress clothes, and ever,
e stray wisp of hair from his wei
groomed head Not a man. torn Will
passion, fighting the battle OF lif
S against Overwhelming odds. castin,
away from him the han.
e which he would have give,
+ his last drop of blood to posses-onl!
the man of the world. smiling Will,
his very soul was being wrung-onl,
f the puppet dancing to the conventions
e worlds tune.
"Dancing:' he said lightly. "Ratlhe
Lady Ducies may ! have this frs
/: waltz: No:-Oh. l say. that's too bad
The first I.ancers. then. Good! Lou
may l ave this dance?'
And the world went on just tn,
o same.
CHAPTER Nj.
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