Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-12-26
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'i'NAA w ,NNt 10 SA1CCoSy
miss! 1t is for You to mend your
tone in addressing me! Ii you
don't, you may have cause to re-
greet it. Count Charlicr came here
to e me, and | refuse to coun-
tenance your clumsy attempts to
engage his interest in your silly
babble!"
"But--I insist" stammered
the greatly embarrassed Count /:
ALLOW me, madame, let me say,
call on you all-ail---"
"Nothing of the sort!" de-
clared Miss Lucy; "you came,
Count, to play bridge with us.
Our opponents behaved so rudely
and played so badly it was inn
possible for us to continue the
game. Nor can we enjoy music
in this inharmonious atmosphere.
Let us stroll in the conservatory,
you and l."
She rose, trailing her heavy
silks and flashing her sparkling
jewels, and the Count, a little
hesitatingly, followed her. They
crossed the great hall, and, going
through a reception room and the
delightful sun parlor, came to the
warm, heavily scented conserva-
tory.
"Poor old Ch~arlier!" said Hav-
iland, as the pair disappeared;
"he's in for it now! Do you sup
pose the palms and orchids will
bring him up to the scratch?
'Nita, I'll bet you a box of gloves
against a box of simple little Gig
arets that he doesn't propose to
the lady tonight"
"Done!" cried Miss Frayne,
who was sparkling again, now
that the dread presence was re-
moved. II doubt he can help
himself. She has him at her
mercy. And he's too good man.
nered to disappoint her wish"
"HeM PROPOSE" said Pauline,
with an air Of conviction. "He's
a typical fortune hunter, that
man. Indeed, | am not sure he's
a Count at all. Do you know, Mr..
Illsley?"
~ know almost nothing of the
man, save that he's a guest of the
Frothinghams. That's not en-
tirely in his favor, I think"
Right you are!" agreed Havi-
land. "Those people are-well,
they re to be queried. But l say,
Polly, if the two do hit it off,
it s grinding poverty for us, ehf"
sit may be a blessed relief,
Gray. She'll give us something,
of course, and send us away from
here. I, for one, shouldn't be
sorry to go; She is getting too
"She isl" put in Anita; "every
day she pounds US worse! I'd
like to kill her!"
The fierce words and would-be
menacing glance of the little
blonde beauty were about as con-
vincing as a kitten declaring him
self a war lord, and even the
stately Pauline smiled at the
picture.
"She ought to be killed." de-
clared Haviland, "and l say this
dispassionately. l wouldn't do it,
because killing is not in my line,
but the eternal fitness of things
requires her removal to another
sphere Of usefulness. She makes
life a burden to three perfectly
good people, and some several
servants. Not one would mourn
her, and"
"Oh, stop, Gray!" cried Paul
inc "don't talk in that strain!
Don't listen to him, Mr.. nlsley.-
He often says such things, but he
doesn't mean them. Mr.. Haviland
loves to talk at random, to make
q sensational hearing"
Nothing of the sort. Polly. I
do mean it. Lucy Darlington is
q misery dispenser, and such are
not wanted in this nice little old
world"
"But perhaps" Pauline looked
thoughtful, "the fault is in us.
We don't like her, and SO we see
nothing good in what she does.
Nov, Darlington Loria adores
her. She had q letter from him