The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-01-08
XIV.
The Daughter of Vasili Arloff.

The Daughter of Vasili Arloff.
The next day Noel went out to
Long Island, as had been agreed
over the telephone on the previous
evening, when he'd broken his din
ner engagement.
He was entertained by his hosts
with a cordiality almost affection
ate. He loitered through the sun
ny morning with the young lady
whose blond handsomeness and
cool amiabi!ity had decided his
choice Of her as his future wife.
He was seated beside her during
the intimate family luncheon,
which was served on a shaded YER
anda overlooking the sound. But
in the afternoon he drove back to
New York, away from all that
beauty and kindness; and he had
not asked the blond princess to
marry him.
He had come to a more sensible
view of the episode of the previous
night, Noel told himself. Why
should he blame Miss Arloff for
not having the heart of Constance
Bruce merely because their faces
were alike? The girl could be
nothing to him, of course but that
gave him no right to insult her.
No, he had behaved outrageously !!
He did not want to see the dane
ing girl again; but he had resolved
to write a brief note Of apology
for his dumb mood Of that last
half hour and to send it to her
with some flowers. Then he could
put the incident out Of his mind.
At least, he hoped that he could.
When he entered the hotel, Noel
paused at the florists stand. The
pertly pretty clerk smiled at him,
arranging the bangle bracelets on
her wrists with a display of elab-
orately manicured hands.
"How do you do, Mr.. Noel
Violets or a buttonier?"
"No, thanks!" He surveyed
with distaste the costly flowers
massed in gilded baskets and jars
Something less commonplace"
Roses? Sweet peas?"
"Have you any water lilies?"
emo, sir-lilies Of the valley"
he hesitated in INDIGESTION. The
woman eyed him with a touch Of
malice.
"For a lady, sir9 I e you got
q dancing prize last night. Oh
course, your partner is a dancer!'
eyes" he returned impressive.
". "You may give me the sweet
peas-that little triangular basket
there"
But he mentally quivered at this
confirmation Of his judgment
Miss Arloff had lied; that much
was now a certainty.
aShall I send the peas, Mr.
Noel?n the clerk asked, tying tn,
box smartly with green ribbon
HWhere to? A card goes will
themf"
Eyes" he said absently. "a
what theater did you see Mis-
Arloffi1
He knew that the question wa
unwise, yet could not refrain from
it. The clerk lifted her eyes will
a stare Of curiosity.
II didn't say she was on tn
stage. She amt. She teache
fancy dancing to a class Of kids a
the Sale du Ballet Russo, on tn,
avenue. I know, because I know
the mother Of a girl who's learn
ling there. What address did yol
say, Mr.. Noeli" 3,
"You may give me the box" b,
slowly answered. II will take j
myself"
Is was the hour when the work
ers Of the city swarm through tn
streets, seeking a million home
after the long day of labor. Whel
David Noel stepped out into til,
summer evening he was caagh
in the swirl of chattering, hurry
ing humanity.
Six o'clock was ringing from
, lofty tower nearby. New Yorl
glowed under level sun rays, sho
across heaps Of gold and rose col
ored clouds piled in the west. All