The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-11-11

eoMiooho, uiHpuShto ~ present. bu'
doomed very oen to stand ia you,
path and dispute your further SOLITARY
progress. The trouble is. Harvey.
you haven't met your fate yet. You
will thwart peril with the utmost i'm.
punity until you do. But when your
fate appears-howare!'
"Ralph, you're n fool" said Harvey.
Thanks. Excuse me a moment.
please. There's my wife out upon the
green. looking for me. | must hail
her. All, what a nice bunch of Der
ries a wife is, Haryeyl You never 90
berrying. do youP" and darling a pro-
voking smile 1T his friend, Ralph
rushed out
Harvey looked up at the roof of the
tent, passed his hand across his fore
head, thought a while. and began to
wriggle.
What n delicious thing it is" he
unused, Ito have n pretty woman
soothing n fellows head with a sponge
and basin of water. Charming Therese
is handsome and no mistake. As pref.
ty rs an angel, and as clever as a Cir
ton graduate. Beautiful eyes, won
drous depth of expression, and what a
voice! What a heart, too! Whoa!
steady, Harvey! What arc you doingP
Letting the vision of n pretty woman
run away with you? Dispel it, then.
There! Hang 1T, it won't go! The
black curls, the bright eyes, the soft
smiles, the fairy sponge and basin, ara
all flashing before me life a sea of
freshly-minted gold sovcreigns, and
the voice is still dwelling in my car
like the murmur of some babbling
brooklet. Pshaw! Pm getting poeti.
cal. That's q bad sign. Harvey, my
boy, really this is getting serious.
You're going crazy. Is love hammer
ing for admittance at the gate of your
hearth Don't let him in. Keep him
out. But these immaterial creatures
frequently jump the fence. Let him,
and he'll break his neck once and for.
ever. Remember your vow. A bach
elor as long rs you live; a jolly life;
freedom; no slavery! Ha, ha! Sorry,
Iherese, very sorry; but it can't be
helped. Drop your anchor, Harvey,
and let the storm come. You can stand
it."
Harvey was n man given to much
strange soliloquizing, but in this solil-
oquy he was strangerahan his wont.
What was the r~easons, Was it the fever
produced by his fall in the polo match,
or the fever of lovep Harvey turned
over and fell into a comfortable sleep.
Notwithstanding his intention to
drop anchor and Weather the storm.
an hour later. when he awoke, the
first thing he did was to hurry to his
hotel and pack his valise. In the eve
Ill 3, to the general surprise of every
one, he babe Newport adieu and took
the train for London.
What was the reason of his hasty de-
parture? The reason which he. as
signed was fear of the wound upon his
head, and the desire to have the at
tendance of his WI physician. The
reason which Ralph Liston suspected, |
and the true one, was thath he dared not |
trust himself in the Of
Therese Montressor; that he had flown
to escape the allurements of love.
Poor Harvey! With all III .bravado.
what a coward he was!
The Newport season closed. Society
was again comfortably settled in it's
metropolitan quarters. Harvey played
his accustomed part in the club gath
erings and social receptions. He was
invited to many parties, and he went
to all of them. But he was invited to |
one too many. He went to it, and his
doom seemed to be foreshadowed. He
met Iherese Montressor. He went to |
several others. and through the skill
full management of an %arch-villain
named Ralph Liston, he met Therese
Montressor at all of them. BY this !
time he was fairly in the toils-a help
captive, and one Of the easiest
One evening Therese Montressor
sat in the parlor of her fathers man
sion. in company with a gentleman.
They were alone. The. gas had not
been lighted; the parlor was illumi-
mated only by the ruddy glow Of the
cheerful CRATE, but by this light any
one could have appreciated the situa-
ton.
The gentleman had one arm clasped
lovingly around the lady's waist. In
one hand he was pressing that fairy
member which had once bathed his
temples SO pleasantly.
viii you be mine, Therese?" he
asked.
II will" she whispered softly.
Harvey gave a sigh Of relief.
I've done it." he murmured to him
self. -Or, at least. love has. How
sheepish | feel! TO think I should
ever come to this! How I've been gath
cred in SO easily knocks me! All, we'll |
love is quite a conundrum. Therese,
my darling, | am yours for ever"
Thus the last bachelor of the cub |
fell into the tempting abyss Of matri-
mony.