The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-06-05

was nothing splendid about ii. Ii wa
only pride. You see the corporation
was my fathers great idea-the thin.
h created and put his soul into-ant
il was laundering. | know that would
have hurt him. one thing I've wanted
10 say TO you, ever since the day ",
talked together-about the duel.
want to say that whatever lay behinC
it, my fathers whole life was darkeneC
by that event Now that | can pu'
two and two together. l know hat i
was the cause of his sadness
All. | can believe that she re
piled
4 think be had only two interests
myself and the corporation. So YOU
see why I'd rather save that and he z
beggar the rest OF my natural life
But I'm not a beggar. Damory Court
alone is worth know it nova hun
dred times what | left"
You are so utterly different from
what ! imagined YOU"
Il could never have imagined YOU
he said. never"
Il must be terribly outre."
You are SO many women in one.
When | listened TO your harp playing
| could hardly believe il was the same
YOU saw |galloping across the fields
that morning. Now YOU are a different
woman from both OF those"
As she looked at him. her lips curled
corner-wise, her foot slipped on the
sheer edge Of the turf. She swayed
toward him and he caught her, feel
ing for q sharp instant the adorable
nearness OF her body 1t ridged all his
skin with a creeping delight. She re
covered her footing with an exclama-
ton. and turned back somewhat abb
ruptly TO the porch where she seated
herself on the step. drawing her filmy
skirt aside TO make a place for him.
There was a moment of silence which
he broke.
That exquisite %serenade you were
PLAYING, You know the words. OF
course
than the score. Do you are for
poetry"
I've always loved IT," he said. I've
been reading some lately-a little old
fashioned book | found at Damory
Court. It's Lucille Do you know it?"
Yes. It's my mothers favorite."
He drew it from his pocket. See.
I've got it here. It's marked. too"
He opened IL, TO close II instantly
not, however. before she had put out
her hand and laid it, palm down. on
the page. That rose! Oh. let me
have it,"
Never" he protested. Look here.
When | put il between the leaves, |
did so at random. | didn't see till
now that | had opened 1t at a marked
passage"
Let US read It," she said.
He leaned and held the leaf to the
light from the doorway and the two
heads bent together over the text
A sound fell behind them and both
turned. A slight figure, in a soft gray
gown with old lace at the throat, STOOD
in the doorway behind them. John
Valiant sprang to his feet
"Ah, Shirley, | thought | heard
voices. Is that you.C Chilly"
It's not Mr.. Lusk, mother" said
Shirley. ITS our new ~neighbor, Mr..
Valiant"
AS he bent over he frail hand. muir
muring the conventional words that
presentations are believed to require,
Mrs. cambridge sank into a deep
cushioned chair. Won't you sit
down." she said He noticed that she
did not look directly at him, and that
her face was as pallid as her hair.
Thank you" said John Valiant. and
resumed his place on the lower step.
Shirley, who had again seated her
self, suddenly laughed, and pointed to
the book which lay between them.
Imagine what we are doing. dearestl
We were reading Lucille together"
She saw the other vince. and the
deep dark eyes lifted, as il under com
p%ulsion, from the book-cover to Vail
ants face. He was startled by Shir-
ley's cry and the sudden limp uncon-
scious settling back into the cushions
of the fragile form.