The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1918-12-26

She ras, trailing her heavy
silks aid flashing her sparsiine
Jewels, and the Count. a littl,
hesitatinely, followed her. Til >
crossed the great hall, and, goiu2
through a reception room and tha
delightful san parlor, came 70 the
warm, heavily scented coascrY2-
tory.
Poor old Charlier!' said Hav-
Hand, as the pair disappeared
he IN for it now! Do you sup
pose the palms and orchids will
bring him up to the scratch
Mia, III 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 vas sparkling again, now
THAT the dread presence was re
moved. Il doubt he can help
himself. She has him at her
mercy. And he's too good man
nered to disappoint her wish"
He'll propose said Pauline.
with<an air Of conviction. Hes
a typical fortune hunter, that
man. Indeed, | am not sure he s
a Count at all. Do you know, Mr..
Illsley?'
II know almost nothing of the
man, save that he's a guest of the
Frothinghams. That's not en-
tlrely In his favor, | think"
Right you are!" agreed Havi-
land. Those people are-well,
they re to be queried. But 1 say.
Polly, if the two do hit it off,
1t grinding poverty for US, chg
1t may be a blessed relief,
Gray. She'll give us something,
OF course, and send us away from
here. |, for one, shouldn't be
sorry to go. She is getting too
impossible"
"She is" put in Anita; every
day she pounds us worse! I'd
like 20 Kill her!"
The fierce words and would-be
menacing glance Of the little
blonde beauty We're about as con-
vincing as a kitten declaring him
self a war lord, and even the
Pauline smiled at the
picture.
"She ought to be killed." de-
clared Haviland, "and [ say this
dispassionately. | wouldn't do it,
because killing is not in my line,
but the eternal fitness of things
requires her removal to another
of usefulness. She makes
life a burden to three perfectly
good people, and some several
servants. Not one would our
her, and"
"Oh, stop, Gray!' cried Paul
me; don't talk in that strain!
listen to him, Mr.. Illsley.
He often says such things, but he
doesn't mean them. Mr.. Haviland
owes to talk at random, to make
a sensational hearing"
Nothing of the sort. Polly. 1
10 mean it. Lucy Darlington is
! misery dispenser, and such are
not wanted in this nice little old
"But perhaps" Pauline looked
thoughtful, athe fault is in us.
We don't like her, and so we see
lothing good in what she does.
Now, Darlington Loria adores
Ter. She had a letter from him
oday-"
eyes, Loria adores her!" in
Haviland, "because he
live with her! She sends
nm love letters and money, and
lie doesn't know the everlasting
'orture of living under her roof.
rear IN and year out! But he
'aught on a little the last time
was here. He said-wel!, in
MS quaint Oriental fashion. he
aid: Gee! she's the limit!'
what he said"
Well, she is" pouted Anita.
Il cant do a thing to suit her.
/ wrote a letter over six
lines before she was satisfied.
And every change she wanted
made was so foolish she wanted
t changed back again. She
drove me crazy!!"
But | have to put up with her
morning, noon, and night
Pauline. "You have yoy,r
tours off, Anita, but I never do.
she even wakens me in the night
9 read to her, or to help her plan
new gowns.
st IS awfully hard for you"