The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-10-03
order some breakfast. and that speed

order some breakfast. and that speed
"TH see what I can do, Miss Mar
garet, said Lowton, without enthust-
asm, but her ladyship keeps us closer
than ever, and I doubt If there's any
thing for breakfast but milk and
The cousins crept softly up to the
little room on h top floor, where their
dismantled beds and the bare floors
gave SO much evidence of disuse and
so little promise of hospitality that the
most courageous hearts might have
sunk a little.
We We're better off at B,eakmoor,
even with the bailiffs in attendance
said Prue piteously.
"Mayhap-but there we were out Of
helps way, n here, if we will-or
rather If you will--there is sucoor at
and even while 1 speak Of rescue,
here m my dear old Lowton with
food for the starving and sheets and
blankets for the weary. Come, coz, eat
ana sleep, and e you wake you
VIII be ready for any emergency"
travellers rose. and. rensacking ward
robes and closets for the wherewithal
to replace their soiled and dusty
travelling attire, made themselves pre-
sentable for the inevitable visit Of
ceremony to their grandmother.
Quiet as they a been, the old lady
had become aware of their arrival long
before the faithful LoWton venture6,
In ~lugubrious whispers, to communi-
cate the news.
There is no necessity, my good
Lowton.. for you to apologize for my
interrupted, almost before the first
word was uttered. NO doubt I shall
have to listen t. half a dozen different
stories before l get at the true cause
OF this visit. SO you may as we'll spare
yourself the trouble OF inyenting x
me know when the travellers rise, and
| will receive them n lear what they
have to say for themselves" a=
The venerable countess lay in a huge
four-poster bed, propped high with
pillows scarcely winter than her
waxen face, upon which still fingered
some of the beauty and all of the in
domitable hauteur of the belle of half
a century ago. Her scant and snowy
locks were concealed under a cap OF
priceless lace n ruffles of the same
fell owe her mail ivory-white hands.
At the c~eremonious announcement of
the ~Viscountess Brooke and the Hon
orable Miss Moffat, h slightly moved
her head on the pillow and turned her
bright, dark eyes from one to the
other
ITO what do l owe the honor of his
visit. my lady v~iscountess?" she in
quired dryly.
Partly, dear grandmother. to our
anxiety about your ladyship's health,'
said Prudence, sweeping so deep a
curtesy that she seemed to be falling
on her knees, and party because a
whole long year in the wilds of York
shire hath made US homesick.'
"A whole long year in your brother
inlaW's house, gaming, dancing and
unless I am mlsinformed-play acting
and fox hunting. has still left you with
an appetite for the folies of the
Does your ladyship return to York.
shire today, or tomorrow? l under
stand that you Travelled without escort
or baggage and by the public con
veyance!"
do not be angry with us, dear
eyes filling with tears (the mink al
way had a supply at her ~command).
You do not want us to go back to-
morrow, do you? Are you not a little
tired Of the excellent Lowton's con-
versation, and do you not weary for
your little r to read you Mr..
Pope's latest poem n Mr.. SteeTs new
play? and make you die Of laughing
over her adventures with the York
shire squires 2"
And not only the SQuireS,' put in
Peggie, who had been standing rather
in the background, eagerly awaiting a
chance to bring herself into notice.
"Prue has had adventures with gal
lants more romantic than Yorkshire
squires!"
.Ah! is that Margaret Moffat?" cried
the old lady. "'Tis sure where. Pru-
dence is, her shadow cannot be far
away! And. pray, what have your ad-
ventures been? Have not even bump
kin squires fallen to your charms?
Surely Prudence has not carried off
all the honors there as well as here?"
This was a hard thrust, for Peggie
was as plain as her cousin was fair,
and had entered her fourth decade
without one serious assault upon her
maiden heart. Devoted to Prue, she
was too loyal to think that this was
partly the fault of the youthful
widows ~all-devouring coquetry. but
her to be forced into acknowledging
the contrast.
"Alack, Peggie made short work of
their hearts," cried Prue, coming to the
rescue. II only turned their heads.
IT'S strange how foolish men will al
ways be about a widow"
Foolish enough to marry one widow
after being Tilted by another" ac-
quiesced the grandmother, dryly. IT
hear they erstWhile lover, Lord Beach
combe. has married the Widow CurHon.
The bakers daughter hath a second
chance of wearing strawberry caves"
Continued Next Weekly
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