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2 Kendall, Montana. September 1E : , 191J3 THE BETTER MAN By Gilbert Dayle. (Prom Town and Coun(ry, Ihin York. Reprinted by Special Permission.) I T WAS a perfect moonlight night, and two people were slowly pacing a secluded path'in the grounds of the Darncombe Cliff hotel. The man was about 35 years of age, powerfully built, with a strong, good-looking face and a bronzed complexion. His companion was a young and radiantly -pretty girl, not nsore than 21. They strolled for some moments in silence. , The man, with his hands thrust deep in the pockets of his jack- et, was thinking hard, thinking of the thing that had happened to him. He was in love—in love with the girl who was walking so calmly by his side. And it could have no result! It was impossible! They had come to a seat on the cliff, and the girl touched him lightly on the arm. He awoke from his reverie with a start. \Shall we sit down for a moment?\ she said. \You haven't told me half of what I want to know, yet!\ He dropped into the seat by her side. Below them was the sea, its rip- pling surface glittering under the light of the moon. \You can't think,\ she continued, smiling at him frankly. \how dread- fully nervous I was when Cyril told me you were coming to England!\ Dalyell forced a smile. \Had he drawn such a terrible pic- ture of me, then?\ \Oh no! Ile is very proud of you— proud of what you have done. But I thought that, perhaps—\ she hesi- tated, and her eyes fell on her engage- ment ring, \that perhaps you would not approve of his choice.\ A sudden cold feeling crept over him. s \Who could help loving him?\ she cried, eagerly. \He is so good — so clever, so handsome!\ She paused. \Weren't you pleased, after all these years, to find him as he is?\ Her face, sparkling with enthusi- asm, was turned appealingly to him. Ile looked at her for a second, then pulled himself together and lied bravely. . \Yes; he is a brother any man would he glad to own!\ he said, in a voice that seemed strange to him. She (lid not notice it, however. Her cheeks were flushed, and she laughed softly. \I didn't know the world held such happiness!\ she said, in a low tone. \As what?\ He could not resist the question. \The joy of being loved by Cyril, and the prospect of being his wife!\ she said, proudly. He turned his face away, that she might not see the bitter look that had _ ii ept to it. Years ago, when hardly ! ore than a boy, he had gone abroad. t e had worked hard, was clever, and, lbest of all, Iticilir, in a few years his means were consiaerable, and, his fath- er dying. he had made an allowance of some hundreds a year to his aunt for the purpose of educating his young - IF brother. With these funds he was t sent to college, but his career there i was not particularly brilliant. Then I it was discovered that he had a crav- ! leg for -art, and he was given the beat : opportunities. Dalyell, to whom 4 Money was now but a secondary ob- 1 f e n et iN. a s nee good-natured lyOccasionally continued (. yl.. l the wrote a I - en- thusiastic letters about his progress, ; but they always contained a request for more neiney, and Dalyell, sitting , alone in his bungalow slime tborusands of miles away, would smile cbnfemptio ()ugly and sign a check. Immediately on landing. Cyril had Insisted on dragging him down to Darncombe, whererev ,Escott, to nt e who h had lately femme engaged, and her atm: were Oiling. They had been together a day or two, then Cyril had gone to London to exeente a com- mission for a portrait, leaving him be- hind, and frr ten days he had prac- tically been alone with her. She reo that Csatil had left him in hey care. and had devoted all her time to him; and this had been the result—he had fallen madly in love with her! \May I tell you a secret'?\ He gave a slight start as her gentle voice L,11 on his ears. He turned his head, and saw a shy smile had crept over her pure young face. \Do!\ he said, with an effort. \Cyril said last week,\ she went on, \that he is making so much money at his painting that he wants else mar- riage to be next month!\ He felt a slight shiver run through him. His brother was lying even to her. He knew very well that his earn- ings from his brush formed but the slightest part of his income. Pr the rest he was dependent upon him. \You will, of course, be his best man,\ she cried, gayly. \And you'll have to come and stay with us—very, very often!\ Dalyell made up his mind. \1 am very sorry,\ he began, halting- ly. \But—I'm afraid I shall not be able to stop for the marriage!\ Her eyes opened in amazement. \Not stop for the marriage?\ she repeated. \Why?\ He hesitated for a moment, then faced her resolutely. \I find I shall have to go back to India,\ he said, between his teeth. There are a lot of important things to be seen to, and—well, I have decided to leave next week!\ he finished, abruptly. He saw her face cloud with disap- pointment. \I had been hoping so---!\ she be- gan, then she broke off with a cry of surprise. \Why here's Cyril!\ she said. She rose from her seat and ran along the path to meet him. Dalyell sa* her link her arm affectionately within his, and together them came tow.r; . - him, \Hello Dick, old chap!\ . he cried, boyishly. .\I got through with the job earlier than I expected, 'arid so ran down to -night. Has Madge been look- ing after yon well?\ he added* with a smile at the girl on his arm. \She has been very kind!\ answered Dalyell, quietly. The younger man shot a keen glance at him. \Oh. Cyril, what do you think?\ cried Madge. \He says he must go back to India next week—not stop for our marriage!\ \Why what's this, Dick?\ be aske•d•S There was a curious fight in the younger Dalyell'e eyes as he glanced across at his brother. spoken. You're going leick oecause you're afraid of yourself—it's right. isn't it?\ He caught his brother's grin and peered into his face. \Quite right. eh?\ Dick Dalyell shook himself free of the grasp; . there was a gleam in his eye. \Yes it's right,\ he cried, passion- ately. \I love her—love her as I thought no woman could be loved!\ His voice dropped, and he continued: \But there is no harm done. She does not know --will never know—and in a week I shall be on my way back to In- dia.\ The younger man was looking searchingly at him. \You need not—unless you particu- larly want to,\ he said, in a meaning tone. \What!\ cried Dick, looking at him quickly. Adook of infinite cunning crept over Cyril's face. \I mean that if you'll agree to my terms, I'll retire, and leave the field clear for you,\ he said. Dalyell looked at him stonily. His brother took it for encouragement. \It was her face—her simplicity, that took my fancy!\ he went on. frankly. \But I'm tired of her—I could never have really loved her. Now, there is another—the woman whose portrait I have been painting. She is rich, in love with me, ready to marry me and go abroad.\ He approached nearer to his brother. \Make it E5,000,\ he said. Dalyell clenched his hands. \My God—you blackguard!\ he said, hoarsely. Young Cyril Dalyell smiled. \Yes he admitted, impudently. \And utterly undeserving of Madge Escott. You are the reverse—so, why not accept my offer, and remain on here. Give her a few months, and you will succeed.\ A feeling of mad passion suddenly' overcame Dick Dalyell. With a sud- den movement he stepped forward and caught his brother by the throat. \You think I would do this thing!\ he said, thickly. They were standing at the corner of the path, in front of some bushes. There was a quick, rustling noise, and the next moment some one laid a hand on Dick Dalyell's arm. He gave one glance, then sud- denly let go his grip. Before them stood Madge Escott, white to the lips, her eyes wet with tears. \I was coming to call you in,\ she said, tremblingly. \I had nearly saached you when some words caught my ears. I had to listen—I have heard dll!\ • Dalyell pulled a. cigar out of his Then she turned to the younger pocket. man, who stood cowering a few yards \I'll tell you about it later,\ he away. She drew herself up, and her said. He deft them and made his way out of the grounds and dawn to the beach. For a full hour he strode up and down, deep in thought. lie had. done rbeht. It was better to.leave Ragland for good. Perhaps he had bells enjust to Cyril. If he loved Madge, perhaps he would do his best to Make her. happy. At any rate. he, Dick Dalyell, woul4 do Ws best. He wouli doul C1ri'l'4 allowance. At length he madelt s k to the hotel. Presently he found him( self a .'n on the eliff, ails tbne alone with Cyril. The taw) paced the 4isfhlittt silence for a few moments. Wail. oho was smoking, now and again ihot a gladee at his brother frogyr,fehilis eye- lids. • ; \Why are you going laatken India?\ he asked. suddenly. Dalyell looked oat to app., g \Ole there are a lot of ihings I must attend to,\ he misfi t rather lamely. \It's a hie'.' (04 *SI, very quietly. Dick Dalfaii in round on him in estob ishment. \What do you mean'.\ he asked-, sharply. t \Simply this,\ is brother answered. calmly. .\\l'hat ou are going back tSs India beelsese y n have fallen desper- ately in bove ov:th Madge!\ Then his Rine , thatiged t \Did you think you could deeslve me?\ he er:ed. triemph- antly. \I've seen it in every look you've given her—every word you've eyes flashed. \I can only thank Heaven that I have found you out in time!\ she said. \I shall never see you again!\ She moved her head and her eyes met Dick Dalyell's. He was gazing at her intently. For a second they remained thus, then she took a step forward and held out her hand. \Good -by!\ she said, with a sob. \I am sorry!\ She turned and vanished down the path. Greene ---\Look at that woman, will 'I should think she'd freeze with Abet little bit of a jacket.\ Wyset-\My dear fellow, if you were any judge of valuesSsyon'd know that the cloth that jacket's made of is the most expensive goods in the mar- ket.\—Boston Transcript. °mire Bouillon The juice from enough fresh rip' oranges to make one quart of solid juice. Heat to boiling point, then add one tablespoonful of dissolved cornstarch, and cook to a velve;y cream. Add sins II dash of salt. Cool. then add one tablespoonful of orange flower water and one tenspootiful of orasge curacon. Serve in crystal soup bowls in finely cracked ice with a garniture of a few orange flowers nfid imported French waters.—Gmel Housekeeping. -- — The magnolia has a more powerful perfume than any other flower. Reed & Millard's Saloon .11 .st McKinley Avenue, Kendall Ileadquartere for the Choicest of Wines Liquors and Cigars Large Club Rooms Attached .) 4 We are always pleased to see old and new friends. H Livery and X Feed Stable North end of McKinley Ave. •all 40$ R. W. DUTCH Eli, Ploprietor. sta Livery Rigs and Saddle Horses (;ood Facilit es for boarding eloek. Kendall Barber Shop oldest established bat ber shop an b Cieall Towels and First -Class Work C. E. CARLISLE, Proprietor In the Turner Block Dr. Gaylord McCoy Successor to Dr Wiemer Office in Old Miners' Union Hall, Opposite to Chronicle Office W. I1. CULVER PHOTOGRAPHER Le/id/4mm, .31 ontana Kodaks and Amateur's Supplies For Sale DENTISTRY Dr. M. M. Hedges Office Over Judith Hard- ware Store, Lewistown. Has been in practice over thirty years and guarantees all his operations.
