The Red Cloud chief., 1913-03-27

Wing dryly. But 1t was deceiving
her Just the same. am glad you
came. Florence"
Miss Wing stined q sigh: It may be
that she was not 80 sure Of the Arm
purpose OF lover: she spoke more
gently: 1T is only the disappoint.
ment, then. II you can't see him?"
The girls face quivered a little.
perhaps I am foolish" said Miss
Wing, but think II would be dis.
appointment very hard to bear Still,
you must admit that parents do not
send their children to school expecting
them to becom4 engaged to be mar
ried; on the contrary, there is tacit
pledge that we shall protect our wards
from any ENHANCEMENT. But this did
not happen at school; the only ques-
tion is. ought to prevent It going any
farther? My dear. do you have conf.
dence I'm me?"
"Yes, Miss Wing" said the girl.
"Of course, do not think that I
ought to consent to your driving alone
together"
The girl drew n long sigh. 81 sup.
pose not" she breathed, In dismal
resignation.
"But I should like him to come
here, to see me; and then, II I find
him to be what your father would ap-
prove, you may see him here; and we
shall all have to explain things to-
gether. fancy. to your father"
The girl drew another, a very diff.
ferent, sigh. and impulsively kissed
Miss Wings hand. She tried to speak,
and could only murmur, "Oh. do love
you!"
And 80. II you will tell Graf Won
Butler-what is his Christian name.
FlorenceT
MAX" said the girl, very low, for
she felt the presence Of the picture,
on which she had not once turned her
eyes.
Miss Wing stood in the center of
the room. smiling. until the door
closed. But then in q second she was
at the door. almost fiercely, but noise
lessly, twisting the key in the lock.
From the door she passed to the win.
dows and dropped the shades. At
last, safe from every chance Of espial,
she sat down again in her chair be-
fore the desk, leaned her elbows on
the desk. and looked desperately. mis-
erably. into the joyous face OF the pic
ture. She did not speak, but her
thoughts took on words and sank like
hot lead into her heart. MAX But.
Ter! Max Butler! The little nephew
he told me about. And he has been
alive all these years: and happy; with
little sons. while IL have lied to
these trusting girls. 1t was wicked
and shameless. I deceived myself;
then I deceived them. wonder why.
l knew what they were thinking. How
dared I look that honest child in the
face! suppose she wonders like the
rest why have not told anyone Of my
romance. And 1t Is simply that there
was nothing to tell. Nothing" She
looked into the soldiers happy eyes
while her lips curled and she mur.
INJURED. drearily and bitterly. II haven't
even the right to be angry with you,
poor lad. What did you do? You are
not my Max; I only made him up out
Of my heart-like children playing a
camel" Her mind drifted dizzily
through shapeless and inconsequent
visions of the past. She was seeing
again the grim pile Of the ruined cas-.
tie. the masses Of broken shadow. the
intricate carving on arch and archi-
trave and plinth, the wavering mass
Of limbs and tree-trunks on the green
sward: and she. with her twisted
ankle. was kneeling, trying to peer
through the shrubbery for her lost
companions. Did he come by chance? ?
She had seen the handsome young Of
ficer daily. for a week. His great.
aunt was Margaret's right.hand neigh
Dor at the pension table dhote. q
withered relic Of Polish nobility with
fine, black eyes in face like a hick.
ory nut; who wore shabby gowns and
magnificent jewels. frankly smoked
cigarettes. and seemed to have q
venomous tale ready to fit any name
mentioned In conversation-with one
exception, her nephew's. Margar-
garet's first sight Of him was not un.
der the shelter Of conventionalities.
It happened that the countess feroci.
Gus pet (and the terror of the pen.
sion), a Great Dane. was trying to eat
up q little girl. but fortunately had
begun with her petticoats. The court
OF the house was the scene of the
fray; a large. timid cook. the only wit.
ness, was waving a copper kettle full
Of the meringue that she was beating
In one hand. and the great wire whip
In the other. while she shrieked i'm
partially on heaven and the police
Margaret heard the din. She ran to
the spot. Being New England WON
an. she didn't scream; one swift
glance went from the child's writing
body and the dogs horrible head to
the wailing cook. In two strides she
caught the kettle out Of fat and agi
tated German hand and hurled the
whole sticky. white mass full at the