The Lemmon herald. (Lemmon, Perkins County, S.D.) 1912-1917, 1915-08-18

nothing but her own lamentable weak
ness in shrinking from the encounter
that might have made the present situ-
alton impossible. She tried to make
light of the situation, however, prophe
sying calmer attitude for Frederic
after he had slept over his grievance,
which, after all, she argued, was doubt
| less exaggerated. She promised to
go with Lydia to see James Brood in
the morning, and TO plead with him to
be merciful to the boy she was to
marry, no matter what transpired The
girl at first insisted on going over to
see him that night, Notwithstanding
the hour, and was dissuaded only after
the most earnest opposition.
1t was four o'clock before they went
back to bed and long after five before
either closed her eyes.
| Mrs. Desmond, utterly exhausted.
was the first to awake. She glanced
at the little clock on her dressing table
!, and gave a great start of consterna-
ton. 1t was long past nine o'clock.
While she was dressing, the little maid
! servant brought in her coffee and toast
| and received instructions not to awak-
| en- Miss Lydia but to let her have her
sleep out. A few minutes later she
| left the apartment and walked briskly
| around the corner to Brood's home.
Fearing that she might be too late,
| she walked SO rapidly that she was
! quite out of breath when she entered
the house. Mr.. Riggs and Mr.. Dawes
were putting on their coats in the hall
preparatory to their short morning
| constitutional. They greeted her effu-
! sively, and with one accord proceeded
| to divest themselves of the coats, an
| nouncing in one voice their intention
| to remain for good, old-fashiOned
| chat.
! It's dear Of you," she said, hur.
riedly, but | must see Mr. Brood at
! once. Why not come over to my
apartment this afternoon for a cup of
! tea and"
| Mrs Broods voice interrupted her,
| What do you want, Mrs. Desmond?"
came from the landing above. The
| N4SINbI IOohtu Win Stdit iot SO
+, much of surprise as uneasiness. There
was something sharp, unfriendly in the
low, level tones.
| Yvonne. fully dressed-a most I'm.
usual circumstance at that hour OF the
day-was leaning over the banister
| rail
Il came to see Mr.. Brood On very
important"
Have you been sent over here by
| someone else?" demanded Mrs. Brood.
Il have not seen Frederic" fell from
her lips before she thought.
Il dare say you haven't" said the
other with ominous clearLess. He
| has been here since seven this morn
ing, waiting for a chance to speak to
his father in private"
| She was descending the stairs slow
| ly, almost lazily. al che uttered the
remark.
They are together now?" gasped
| Mrs. Desmond.
will you come into the library?
Good morning, gentlemen. trust you
may enjoy your long walk"
Mrs. Desmond followed her into the
| library. Yyonne closed the door al
NEST in the face of Mr.. Riggs, who
| had opened his mouth to accept the
| invitation 10 tea, but who said he'd
| be id" instead, so narrow was his
| escape from having his nose banged.
He emphasized the declaration by
| bal his ct the door
The two women faced each other.
| For the first time since she had know
Yvonne Brood Mrs Desmond observed
| a high touch of color in her cheeks.
| Her beautiful eyes were alive with an
excitement she could not conceal. Nei-
ther spoke for a moment.
You are accountable for this, Mrs.
Brood" said Lydia Desmond's mother,
sternly, accusngly. She expected a
storm of indignant protest. Instead,
Yvonne smiled slightly.
1T will not hurt my husband TO
i! discover that Frederic is man and
not a milksop" she said, but despite
her coolness there was perceptible
note of anxiety in her voice.
You know. then, that they are
that they will quarrel?'
Il fancy Il was in Frederic's mind
TO do so when he came here this
morning. He was still in his evening
clothes. Mrs Desmond"
where are they now?"
"I think he has them on" said
Yvonne, lightly.
Mrs. Desmond regarded her for a
moment in perplexity. Then her eyes
flashed dangerously. Il do not think
YOU misunderstood me- Mrs. Brood
Where are Frederic and his father?"
Il am not accustomed TO that tone
of voice, Mrs. Desmond
"I am 10 longer your housekeeper,
said the other. succinctly. You do
not realize what this quarrel may
mean. / insist On going up to them
before it has gone too far"
"Ui'l Won be so good Mrs Des-