Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-04-20
THE TILE-RO0M All DEADWOOD

For twenty years the old mansion at
Deadwood, with its gables, mullioned
doorwsys and embayed windows, had
stood unoccupied. Colossal elms swept
over it, rank shrubbery hid it's lower
windows, and lush grasses and weeds
swamped the garden, yet still the place
was beautiful. 1t is said to have been
built after magnificent estate in Wales;
but no one remembered its origin. 1t
stood on great hillside overlooking the
sea, and sailors and Doatmen going by
always looked up at it as something pic
turesque and grand.
The mansion stood solitary, yet was
but half mile from the village by the
river crossing the plain beneath, ana
when, after this great trial Of its indie
structioleness, human life appeared there,
it was Immediately discovered by the
surprised villagers. Half score of men
had moved their way up the front door,
had set every chimney smoking from the
great fires built below, had hacked and
hewed mercilessly at the overgrowth of
intrusive shrubbery, and finally car
rage had come bringing a fair young
girl with mu;atto attendant.
81 think it's-it's fearsome like, don't
you, Miss Queenle?"
Nonsense; it's delightfully."- antique
and romantic. Only I'm not going to
live in the dark. Tell the men to cut
down those locusts, Patty; they shut out
the sun and are worm eaten beside. Oh,
it's going to be lovely here, Patty! I'll
have those walks leading down to the
gate blazing with tulips in MONTH"
What will you do for company, Miss
Queenie2"
"Oh, Guy is coming the first Of May"
ut was early i'll April then. The brave
young heiress Of Dtadwvod took bravely
hold of the work in hand. She called
the sunlight in through curtains of white
lace. She hung the chamber walls with
rose-colored paper, She spread bright
rugs over the blackwalnut floors and
filled the rooms with graceful bamboo
and softly cushioned furniture. And
when her little dot was quite expended
upon further details OF china, books and
statues, the girl S down to enjoy the
home she had made.
1T was the first she had ever had; and
already her homeless life rested in it
with a feeling Of satisfaction which had
been found in no other source
am glad Guy is poor, because now
can give him a home with myself"
she murmurcd over her wedding clothes,
which she was embroidering. HE shall
have buggy, and pick up nice prac-
tice in the village; and so we can have
our good prospects after all.
For the matrimonial prospects Of these
young people of eighteen and twenty.
two had looked doletul, very doleful, III
til the woman suddenly rose equal to the
emergency.
"Deadwood is mine, you say, Mr.
Quills2" she said to the lawyer.
Eyes"
sand 1t won't sell and won't let. Anc
/ have only five hundred dollars of in
terest moaey in bank stock9"
"Just So"
"Then will live at Deadwood."
''Alones"
"Wel, yes. for the present; Patty anc
l." with a smile, sweet. yet quizzical, a
the old lawyers dismayed face.
So far all had succeeded better than sh,
had dreamed possible She hao mad,
the old mansion habitable and pleasant
and now if the fallow land were brough
under mans hand, the hitherto unprofit
able piece of property might even yielt
an income for Miss Elinor St. Edgar an;
her husband, Mr.. Quill declared.
But things everybody expect seldom
do happen after all, and che things no
body expect to transpire are always con
fronting us. After blithe letter from
his lady. love, Guy Blondel arrived a
Deadwood one bright May day, and foun
Queenie, as every body called her, so pale
so grave, so almost speeches., that h
was dumbfounded.
SHOT single smile yet, Queenie
Why, what has come over you2 Hav
you seen ghost?"
The girl WINGED as if he had struc
her.
"You do not believe in ghosts, Guy?
Certainly not. no sensible person eve
does. But what has changed you 81
Queenie? You chill and astonish me, 20
have altered so in few weeks! And
expected to find you perfectly triumph
ant over your success, and ready to ODE
your directions ana turn farmer doctor
once"
Guy, we can never be married."
"Queenie!"
"Something has happened to chang
all my pleasant hopes, Guy-somethin
strange and unexpected, yet none the le'
conclusive. Then Queenie told her stor
"One of the rooms, Guy, I have nj
touched or altered--an apartment on tt
ground floor facing the north, finishe
with tile, and so cold, dark and gloom
that 1 found it quite hopeless matte
to make it healthy and pleasant. Yet
is a handsome room, with inlaid fot
and tiles of such great worth that
wonder the old mansion has not bee
broken into and pillaged of them. Prol
ably no one about here knows their wort
But, as I say, left the tile parlor I'll
changed, even from the cobwebs an
yews growing againstth the windows. b
it is the only unpleasant place in IL
house, and its neighborhood to the brig]
little sitting-room have made has new
troubled me.
"One chilly, rainy night less than
week ago, and after wrote you to com
I sat reading by the bright HEARTH fire
my Esitting-room until nearly twel,