The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1912-08-30

a. 'bIb, StIdllIdtbl jplllt l'dl
~ rington motored daily each
FgTT1.5l summer between his pleasant
%Azg Homestead home and his
Wall street office. ON the way into
town he studied tho market reports
aud The street quotations. Not even
his chauffeur eve SAW him glance at
the sporting pages Of the newspapers.
For Il decade he had bought his even
ing papers from the same newsnfan, at
the same hour each evening. Never in
all that time had he even asked for a
sporting extra.
In the season he would 20 to sara
toga, where, after an afternoon ut the
track, he would sit on the hotel vcran-
da in the evening and grayeIy discuss
the merits of the horse with a gentle
man farmer from the GeneScc valley.
His open wagcrS were small. No one
ever suspected Mr.. Darlington of ever
having anything more than 4 super
fetal interest in race horses or race
tracks.
one morning the punctual Barring
ton and his motor failed TO turn Mas
sau and Wall streets ut $3.50 O'Clock.
AT his offices il was announced he had
contracted n Slight cold. Within the
week the sup~crintendentS Of his vari
Gus lubS had posted the little black
bordercd card announcing his death.
Thu exchange had passed a set Of
lauddtory resolutions and Widow Bar
rington was looking over the contents
Of his strong box.
What she found was n choice assert
ment Of handsomely engraved certifi-
Gates representing interests in com
panies which were as defunct as their
late purchaser, The house ON Long
Island had Deen given 10 her and WAS
free and clear Of all legal entangle-
ments
The problem Of living not how.
but where to let The wherewithal by
which to live Ioorcd large on her
mental horizon. Among his papers
Were found various receipts for feed
bills and racing equipment. There
We're frequent references TO one Mat"
Donovan. The Widow Darlington sent
for this Mr.. Donovan. The mem
DRY Of the first meeting will never
fade. When Donovan had said so
long" She found herself the oWne of n
racing stable, an asset which had al
most broke" the late John Darlington.
but Il which if properly handled
would be Il paying investment for the
widow.
Never breathing her secret and keep
inc Il tight hand Oh the working of the
yt.IIa ,,;,L h,,,,I,a'. ~. FILL -
a living from the game.
But always o-er her head hung the
fear of the exposure of her secret.
Giving up her city home. she spent
the most of thc year in the country
house. which WAS near the track and
the stables i'll which the horses of the
John Duffy stable were quartored.
That was the name under which John
Burlington had raced. She retained ii.
With her lived her sister, a Winsome
young American girl, very much in
love with the son of Il ncighbor.
The season at the Hampstead track
was on. Mrs. harrington had filed
her house with guests. Between en-
tertaining and keeping her eye on the
stable she passed many busy and
anxious moments.
Little reliance could he placed on
her sister. Myrtle Wentworth. as she
had kept her III ignorance Of her finan-
cial standing. and then again She was
so deeply in love with Ralph Wood
hurst.
Even now She had closed her book
as she sat on the steps of The house
veranda and was thinking Of her
wedding day. only a fortnight away.
Her reverie was interrupted by the
binding of her eyes 10y a pair of hands
and the imprinting of a kiss on her
cheek.
With 4 startled cry she quickly
arose. tearing WAY the hands which
hid from her sight the man who had
dared TO take such liberties. Flushed
and indignant, she turned to voice her
protest. But At the sight of Ralph her
an@e faded. With Il smile She sighed
happily: oh, It's YOU"
"Ccrtainly, Who else darc take such
liberties" he asked b~antcringIy.
NO one. of course" replied Myrtle.
Mel, should hope not"
He spoke with that pleasant air Of
proprietorship which Il woman delights
to have her Wooer assume ut times
not that she ever really intends him
To be her master save in legal fiction.
but rs il faint throWhack Ia the DAYS
when man voiced with Il club ana the
honeymoon started with the Wife he
ing trailed hy the hair down some
jungle path, viewing, II not entirely
senselcss, the rcarWard retreat of her
bridegroom $ rival for her hand
Changing her mood. she glanced shy
~ into ltAlplis eyes,
You YOU mustn't do IL again. dear
she mnrmured
WHY Don't yon like it, laughed
hef sN c~ell0att boldly.