The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1916-11-23

same breath she was glad hat her
brother had been deceived. She would
7ot have 1T otherwise. Her dear ones
ust never know what she had gone
rough to save them from disgrace
nd loss Of fortune-disgrace, OF
course. being the first and greatest.
She had feared that George would let
them see through his veneer of man
ners, and leave them troubled, but he
had made a better appearance than
she had hoped.
Ten years a made a great change in
him than she had expected. He really
had not been SO bad as her conjured
image of him.
Then a sudden desire to look at him
against seized her, to know once for all
just now he really did seem. She would
not want to notice him awake n
more than she could help, nor dare.
t%erest, to act as If he had never Of
Tended: but II she should look at him
now as he lay asleep she might study
his face and see what she really had to
expect.
She fought the desire to peer at him,
again. but finally it gained complete
possession Of her, and she drew back
the curtain once more.
He was lying just as quietly as be-
fore. His heavy hair, a little disor-
aered on the pillow, gave him a noble.
interesting appearance. He did not
seem at all a fellow of whom to be
afraid. 1t was incredible that he could
have written those letters.
she tried to trace in his features q
likeness to the youth of 10 years ago,
but a little girl, who had tied her
braids to her chair, and put raw
oysters and caterpillars down her back,
or stretched invisible cords to trip her
feet In dark places; who made her
visits to a beloved uncle-whom he,
also had the right to call uncle
though he was no cousin of hers-a
long list OF catastrophes resulting in
tears; who had lever failed to mortify
her on all occasions possible, and once
rlple as they crowded one upon an
other! Let them be forgotten!
She watched the face before her
keenly, critically, yet she could see no
trace or any such character as she had
imagined the boy George must nave
developed as a man; of which his let
tiers had given her ample proof. This
mans race was finely cut and sensi-
i've: Ihere was nothing coarse or
selfish IN its lines. The long, dark
eyelashes lay above dark circles of
WEAKNESS, and gave that look of bow
lshness that always touches the ma
ternal chord in a woman's heart
George used to ave a puffy, self in
dulgent look under his eyes even when
ne was a BOY. She had imagined from
Aopii lid rs WOulQ Do
much stouter, much more bombastic;
put, then, In his sleep, perhaps those
things fell from a man.
she tried to turn away indifferently.
put something in his face held her. She
studied 1T. If he had been any other
man any stranger, she would have
said from looking at him critically that
klndness and generosity( self respect
ana respect for women, were written
all over the ace before her. There
/ was fine flynn r,oloJJi.~. -
and the clean shaver chin; and aboI1t
the forehead h look almost Of a
scholar; yet she thought she knew the
man oefore her to be none of these
tnlngs. How deceptive were looks!
She would probably be enyied rather
than pftied by all who saw her. Wen.
perhaps that was better. She could
the easier keep her trouble to herself.
But stay, what was there about this
man that seemed different? The
impression that last night he wore a
mustache. She must have been mis-
taken, or course. She had only looked
at MIN when absolutely necessary. and
her brain was In such a whirl; but still
there seemed to be something differr1.t
about him.
Her eyes wandered to the hand that
lay across his breast. It was the fine
white hand of the professional man
the kind of hand that somehow at
and strength. There was nothins
flabby about it. George as a boy used
TO nave big, stumpy fingers and nails
chewed down to the quick. She could
remember how she used to hate to look
at them when she was a little p,rI and
yet somehow could not keen her enaa
away. She saw with relief that fha
nails on this hand were well shanaJ
and well cared for.
He. ooked very handsome and at
tractlve as he lay there. The sun shot
one Of Its early daring bolts of light
across his hair as the train turned In
its course and lurched RI
around a curve. 1t glinted there for a
moment, like a miniature searchlieht
erayelln !. g over the head. showing up
KIND OF hair which makes a woman,s
hand instinctively long to touch s.
Celia onder at the curious
that crowded through her
mlno, noWin that all the while there
was the consciousness hat when +his
man should wake she would think 81
nothing but his hateful nc
she a known it through the vears
AND h was his wife! How %stranpei
n nuM TER leart tba How impossible to live
weary years! Oh, that she might AZ
at once before her strength failed and
her mother found out her sorrow W
she lay back again on her pillows
very sun and tried to think, but some
band fingered in her memory co,,Id
1T be possible that she would ever uaa
ANYTHING pleasant in him? Ever ene
a DUR, the days Of his companionship?
could overlook his outrapeoma sne
duct toward her, forgive him. AND
he even tolerant ci him. sha nu
memories crowded upon her. and tbpp
s sn1a and echoing in her heart
paid his price and gained redamn nad
for his own. but-forget what he So .
The long strain OF WEAKNESS. and M.
mo- not ho OF the %onrushing train, iulled
and the man on the couch .iumbsa a.a;
on. feo
He came to himself suddenly, with all