The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-06-13

all tne way along as for as the gatss.
Two pictures, vivid and distinct; that
evening in Brussels, and the morning
IN Battersea Park, her first meeting
with Luke after his letter to her-the
letter which a come to her In the
Palace Hotel n which had made her
the happiest woman in all the world.
Observation-Disclosures at last emptied
the storehouse of that one cell and left
Louisa Harris standing here, staring at
her father. her ears buzzing with the
idle and irresponsible chatter of society
jackdaws, her mind seeing all that had
happened outside / Cromwall Road: the
cab Stopping, the chauffeur terrified,
the crowd collecting. the police taking
notes. Her mind saw It as IL her bodily,
eyes had been there, and all that her.
father told her seemed but the recapit-
ulation Of what h knew already"
Where" she said after awhile, "1s
the dead nan now?"
Il don't know he replied. II should
imagine they would keep the body at.
the police station until the morning. I
don't suppose they'd be such mugs as
to disturb Lord Radcliffe at this time
of night; the shock might kill the old
man."
q" suppose they are quite sure that 1t
is Philip de Mountford who was
killed."
why, yes; he had his pocketbook,
his cards. his letters on him and money
too-robbery was not the object Of the
crime.
ut was Philip de Mountford then?''
Good God, yes! OF whom were you
thinkng?"
Twas thinking Of Luke" she replied.
simply.
The old man said nothing more. Had
he spoken at all then it would have
been to tell her hat he, too, was think
ing Of Luke and that there was per-
haps not a single person in the mag
~nificent house at that moment who was
not-in some way or Notwithstanding
of Luke.
The hostess came in. elegant and
worldly, with banal words to request
sing.
1T is so kind of you" she said, ITO
offer. I AVE never heard you, you
know, and people say you have such a
splendid voice. But perhaps you would
rather not sing tonight?"
She spoke English perfect, but with
a slight Scandinavian information, which
seemed to soften the banality of her
works. Being foreign, she thought less
of concealing her sympathy and was
much less fearful of venturing on deli
cate ground.
gloved hand and laid 1t almost cffec-
tionately on the younger woman's arm.
II am sur you would rather not sing
tonight" she said kindly.
Indeed, countess, why should you
think that?" retorted Louisa lightly.
II shall be delighted to sing. I wonder
which Of these new songs you would
like best. There is an exquisite one by
Guy d'Hordelot. Shall I sing that?"
And her excellency, who so charm
ingly represented Denmark in English
society, followed her guest into the re-
ception ROOM; h admired the ele-
CANT carriage of the English girl, the
slender figure, the soft abundant hair.
And her excellency sighed and muir
INJURED to herself:
"They are stiff, these English! and
OH! they have nc feeling, no senti-
ment."
And a few moments later when
Louisa Harris's really firm voice. firm
and clear, choed in the wide recep-
ton room. her excellency reiterated her
Impressions:
'"These English have no heart! She
sings and her lover is suspected of
murder! Bah! they have no hearth"