The Wagner post. (Wagner, Charles Mix County, S.D.) 1912-current, 1912-05-31

or at any rate. of them. l cannot tell
you everything clearly. but there are a
great many links in q long chain of
evidence m so far as Mr.. Dobson and
his clerk have not come across a brok-
en- one. That the Mrs. de Mountford
who died at Marie alante was Uncle
Arthur's wife, and hat Philip Is his
son l am afraid 10 one can question.
He has quite a number of letters in his
possession which Uncle Arthur wrote
after he had practically abandoned wife
and child. I think ii was the letters
that convinced Uncle Rad"
Lord Radcliffe" she remarked dryly.
mas taken everything far too for
granted"
He is convinced. Lou-and that's all
about it"
He is she retorted more holly than
was her wont. acting In a cruel and
heartless manner Even il this Philip
is ycar uncle Arthur's son. even If he
is heir 20 the peerage and the future
head of the family. there was no rea-
son for installing him in your home
Luke, and turning you and the others
out of it"
Il suppose rejoined Luke. phil
osophicaily, the house was never really
our home. What Uncle Rad CAV free
ly. he has taken away again from US.
| don't suppose that we have the right
to complain"
But what will become of you all?"
We scrape along. Frank must
have his promised allowance or he'll
never get along in the service, and 500
pounds a year is a big slice out of 1000.
Jim, too, spends a great deal. Uncle
Rad Y stinted him with money. for
IL was he who wanted Jim to be In the
Blues. Now he may have to exchange
into a less expensive regiment. / think
Edie will marry soon-Reggie Duggan
has been in owe with her for the last
two years-she ma make up her mind
now"
But o Luke"
He did not know il he ought to tell
her of his plans. The ostrich farm "a
in Africa-the partnership offered TO
him by a Isl of his mothers who
was doing remarkably well. but who
was getting old n wanted the COM
panionship of one of his kind. 1t was
a living anyway-but a giving up of
everything that had constituted life in
the past-and the giving up of his ex-
Guislte Lou. How could he ask her to
share that life with him-the primitive
conditions, the total absence OF lux
urles. the rough, everyday existence?
And Lou, so perfectly dressed. go alb
~solutely modern and dainty, waited on
hand and foot
But h insisted. seeing that he was
INSULATING anu was tTN1Dg TO Keep
something from her.
What about you. Luke"
He a not time to reply. for from the
hall below a shrill voice called to them
both by name.
Mr.. de Mountford. Miss Harris, the
young people want to dance. You'll
join in, won't you?"
Already he was on his feet. every
trace of emotion swept away from his
face, together with every crease from
his Immaculate dress clothes, and every
stray wisp of hair from his well
groomed head Not a man. torn with
passion. fighting the battle of life
against overwhelming odds, casting
away from him the hand
which he would have given
his last drop of blood to posses-only
the man of the world. smiling while
his very sou was being wrung-only
the puppet dancing TO the conventional
worlds tune.
"Dancing?" he said lightly. Rather
LADY Ducies may / have his first
waltz? No?-Oh! / say. that's too bad.
The first Lancers, then. Good Lou,
may | have this dance? ?"
And the world went on Just the
same.