Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-04-16

divorce proceedings and his affairs
with women of the underworld.
is?" ~
Gurran's voice came In a whisper.
lie lies. All. God, It's not SOL"
lie dares publish it as so. And I
came to see. 1 came to save her, and
you-to amuse YOURSELF"
The older man stared at him. His
nahd came from his pocket. 81 came
to give her this. Her little rosary"
Harlan's eyes We're on it. 1t had lain
upon her neck all those nights Of his
summer love with her. Her name"
ne muttered on. given as a former
chorus girl-and coupled with Joe
Benham's! It's HORRIBLE"
Its a lie!"
Harlan sat back cody. His gray
eyes beckoned the waiter. I'll see
the waiter: Ring for a messenger.
IN send for her. To meet us here after
the performance"
Curran watched him silently. Har-
Ian had become the man. The touch
or the Viking in his blond strength,
UP, young. t~riumphing, primally ruth.
less: Curran would not have dared
send that message-curt, direct, de-
mandlng that h come. He was con-
scious now of fighting against an OBJ
session OF the younger mans victor
l%ousness. He would stop short of the
gamblers chance, the stalking Of his
all on his confidence in his own power.
And in is minutes the boy came back.
she written nothing, she had
merely told him she would come.
Then they waited an intolerable hour.
talking vainly on matters of the town.
politics and business, law and news
papering: Wiley fidgeted: Harlan was
lm~perturbably serene. The cafe filled
with a crush OF after theater feeders,
the nun and motion became livelier as
midnight drew on. And then, when
they We're still trying to entertain each
other with commonplace and con-
strained confidence, none of Ii a old
JOY of intercourse between them, there
was a stir behind their table and Aure-
lie was there.
They We're both on their feet. Her
amaZement was delightful. She had a
hand to each Of them, crying cut dis
traction; she was provoked at them why
hadn,t they come like gentlemen to
await her at the stage door instead of
sending for her? She felt as il she had
been arrested. Harlan looked at Wiley,
and Wiley at him.. She was puzzled
but she had come!
Sho Sdlt people were look
ing at them. Aurelie was colorful
aglow with small poses and careless
graces; she smiled ingenuously on them
with phrases of her barbarous French
which, h had not been slow to learn,
added to her distinction.
I'm alone. l declined everybody for
you!' And for their lives neither mar
knew at which she was looking-it
must be both.
You had a9 engagement, Aurelie? 2"
Wiley asked her.
on, just a little one-not enough tc
matter. like the Paris lady's baby! I'll
make them all wait-for you. You
know these chappy chaps I've got &C
quafnted with don't bother me much
Wiley looked at Harlan. Plainly Joe
Benham's millions and motors hadn'1
dazzled Aurelfe.
It's fine to see you-all." She per
and ANTS" when she felt like them
Just fine. l did feel hurt because
none of my old friends ever looked MI
UP in Chicago. And me a real lady
now! MI. Levy says they're going te
re~organize h New York production
n give me a chance on Broadway
little old New York where Ada Norman
and | nearly starved to death"-she
picked an olive from the dish: "Oh, tel
me how Is Uncle Michigan and the
baby"
Harlan didn't know. 'Fine!" r~etorte6
Wiley. "And knute says there were
never so many rabbits up on Eagle
Point. He's waiting for you to come
back, and he's training old Nellie's pups
to trail en-
She was filled with laughter. She
had a pup that could beat Nelie's!
Yes, sir! And how is your old shop
Mr.. Curran, and Aunt Abby and hel
Banbury tarts; and which drunk
printer have Won got n0w-Jim Minis n,
the Dutch one?" She played her part
before her school-day lover; not fol
worlds wou she have noticed his silent
stubbornness. do you-all really want
me to come back and play in the tir
opera house? How big and grand IL
way up in the gallery with Knute, anc
/ used to see o boys-Mr. Curran ir
a front seat, for he didn't have to pay
anything; n Harlan always there
with some Of the high school girls"
She sighed demurely. THAT was be-
fore I went to SCHOOL,"
"Aurelie," put in Harlan gravely
you've not changed a bit"
I'm not going to change. I'm not
gone greatly on these cities. When al
these managers and stage directors get
on their high horse with me l say: oh
you go to the devil-you don't impress
me a bit!' And then they threaten tc
Go ahead can go back to Rome, Ia.
and play in the tin opera house! Her
McFetridge is going to buy it for me!''
You ever hear from Hen McFet-
ridRe?'
The twins wrote me from San Fran
cisco. They've made money again, out
Of mineral water this time"
Continued e week.