Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1916-11-22

on the way ne uaO seemed determined
to begin a long argument of some kind,
She did not want to argue n more.
She a written tones upon the sub
ject, n a said all she had to say,
He was not deceived. He knew she
did not owe him, and would never
have married him but for her mothers
sake and for the sake Of her beloved
fathers memory. What was the use OF
saying more? Let it rest. The deed
was done, and they were married. Now
let him have his way and make her
suffer as he chose. II he would but
let her suffer in silence and not infict
his bitter tongue upon her, she would
try to bear 1t. And perhaps-oh. per-
haps, she would not live long. and it
would soon be all over.
AS the daylight grew, the girl felt
an inclination to find ou whether her
husband was near. Cautiously she
lifted her head, and. drawing back a
corner of the curtain, peered out.
He lay quietly on the couch, one hand
under his cheek against the pillow. the
other across his breast, as if to guard
something. He was in the still sleep
of the overwearied. He scarcely SEEM
ed to be breathing.
Celia dropped the curtain, and put
her hand to her throat. 1t startled
her to find him so near and so still.
Softly. stealthily, h lay down again
and closed her eyes. She must not
waken him. She would have as long
a time to herself as was possible. and
try to think Of her dear mother and
her precious brother. Oh, if she We're
just going away from them alone, how
we'll she could bear it! But to be go
ing with one whom she had always
almost hated-
Her brothers happy words about
George suddenly came to her mind.
TnfforonY, ho6 fanlpoht I;~n &C., Vxy-yp
of course the dear boy knew nothing
about it,. He had not read all those
letters-those awful letters. He did
not know the threats-the terrible Lam
guage that had been used. She shud-
dered as she thought OF 1t. But in the
same breath she was glad that her
brother had been deceived. She would
not have it otherwise. Her lear ones
must never know what she had gone
through to save them from disgrace
and 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.
had made a better appearance than
h had hoped.
Zen years had made a great change in
him thar she had expected. He really
had not been SO a as her conjured
image Of him.
Then a sudden desire to look at him
against seized her. to know once for all
just how he really did seem. She would
want to notice him awake any
more h h could help, nor dare,
lest he presume pom her sudden in
terest. to act as If he had never Of
Tended; but If she should look at him
now as he lay asleep she might study
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 rs quietly as be-
fore. His heavy hair, a little disor-
dered 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 a
likeness to the youth Of 10 years ago,
whom she had known when she was
put 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 never failed to mortify
her on all occasions possible, and once
-. But the memories were too hor-
rlble as they crowded one upon an
other! Let them be forgotten!
She watched the face before her
keenly, critically. yet she could see no
imagined the boy George must have
developed as a man; of which his let
tiers a given her ample proof. This
mans face was finely cut Inc sensi-
tive: There was nothing LIS or
selfish in it's lines. The long, dark
WEAKNESS. and gave that look of boy
ishness that always touches the ma
ternal chord in a woman's heart.
George used to have a puffy, self in
dulgent look under his eyes even when
he was a boy. She had imagined from
much stouter. much more bombastic:
but, then, In his sleep. perhaps those
things fell from q man.
She tried to turn away indifferently,
but something In his face held her. She
studied it. II he had been any other
said from looking at him critically that
and generosity( self respect
and respect for women, were written
all over the face before her. There
was tine, firm modelling about the lips
the clean shaven chin; and about
scholar; yet h thought she knew the
man before her to be none Of these
things. How deceptive were looks!
She YOU probably be envied rather
than pitied by all who saw her. Well,
perhaps that was better. She could
he easier keep her trouble to herself.
But stay. what was there about this
man that seemed different? The
smooth face? Yes. She had the dim
impression that last night he wore q
mustache. She must have been mis-