The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-03-23

by a green ribbon. Her head was cov-
cred with the most wonderful brown,
waving hair. She had a broad, low
forehead, Greek In It's proportions and
lines. The eyes were bluer even han
his own. and were shaded by lashes
OF great length, which slightly modi-
fed the firm lines Of the face, with its
admirable chin, and mouth somewhat
large with a cupid's bow.
In spite of its ardent and luscious
look, ii was the mouth OF one who
knew her own mind and could sustain
her own course. 1t was open when
Dyck first saw It, because she was
singing little bits OF wild lyrics Of the
hills, little tragedies OF Celtic life
just bursts of the Celtic soul. as II
were, cheerful yet sad, buOyant and
passionate, eager yet melancholy.
She was singing in Irish, too. They
were the words Of songs taught her by
her mothers maid.
She had been tramping over the
hills for a couple Of hours, virile, beau
tiful and alone. She wore a gown Of
dark gold, with little green ribbons
here and there. The gown was short,
and her ankles showed. In spite of
the strong boots she wore they were
alert, delicate and shapely, and all
her beauty had the slender fullness OF
a quail.
When she say Dyck she stopped sud
denly, her mouth slightly open. She
gave him a sidelong glance Of wonder,
interest and speculation. Then she
threw her head slightly back, and all
the curls gathered In a bunch and
shook like bronze flowers. 1t was a
head of grace and power, of charm
and allurement-of danger.
Dyck was lost In admiration. He
looked at her as n might look at a
beautiful thing In a dream. He did
not speak he only smiled as he gaZed
into her eyes.
She was the first to speak.
"Well, Who are your" she asked with
a slightly southern accent IL her
voice, delicate and enhancing.
Her head gave a little modest toss,
her fine white teeth caught her lower
lip with a little quirk Of humor; for
she could see that he was a gentle
man, and that she was safe from any
thing that might trouble her.
He replied to her question with the
words:
"My manner Why, it's Dyck CAL
houn, that's ALL"
Her eyes frightened. isn't that
enough?" she asked gently.
She knew of his family. She was
only visiting In the district with her
mother, but she had lately heard Of old
Miles Calhoun and his hayward boy,
Dyck; and here was Dyck, with a
humor In his eyes and a touch OF
melancholy at his lips. Somehow her
heart went out to him.
Presently he said to her:
"And what's your nameT
"Tm only Sheila Llyn, the daughter
Of my mother. a widow, visiting at
Loyland towers. Yes. I'm only Shell
lai"
She laughed.
"Well. just be only Sheila.'" he an
swered admiringly, and he held out a
hand to her. II wouldn't have you be,
anything else, though it's ION of my
business"
For one swift instant she hesitated;
then she laid her hand In his.
There's no reason why we should
not" she said. "Your fathers re-
spectacle"
She looked ut him again with a
sidelong glance, and with a whimsical,
reserved smile ut her lips.
"Yes, he's respectable. | agree, but
he's dull" answered Dyck. "For an
Irishman, he's dull-and he's a tyrant,
too. ! suppose deserve that. for I'm
a handful"
II think you are. and a big handful,
tool"
(which way are you going?" he
asked presently.
sand your"
"Oh, I'm bound for home" He
pointed across the valley. do you see
that smoke coming up from the plan
tation over there?"
"Yes. l know" she answered. II
know. That's Playmore, your fathers
place. Loyland towers Is between
here and there. Which way were you
going thereT
Round to the left" he said. puzzled.
but agreeable.
Then we must say good-by, because
60 to the right. That's my dearest
way"
well. If that's your nearest way,
I'm going with you." he said. because
well. because-because-"
IF You won't talk very much I" she
re1oined with a little air Of instructive
coQuetry.
Il don't want to talk. I'd like to lis
ten. Shall we starts"
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