The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-05-21
WAITING AND WINNING.
BY HELEN FOREST GRAVES.

at don't matter so much now,
grandma" said Aileen, drying the
tears that had dried on her cheeks like
dew drops on a rose. OF course it is
very silly for me to cry, but Icouldn't
help it just at first"
But what is the matter, my pet?"
said old Mrs. Harrington, soothingly.
She had found Aileen coiled up in
the deep embrasure of the window,
where the winter sunset was strained
through in deep hues OF crimson and
amber, crying bitterly.
The Harrington family were ambi-
tious people. They had come to Vir-
ginia and purchased, at a merelynom-
inal price, the fine old mansion that
had once belonged to a luxurious
planterlong since dead. Mr.. Harring-
ton, who had been contented to raise
humble corn and pumpkinsin the val
ley OF the Connecticut river, now de-
voted himself to the more aristocratic
crop OF tobacco.
Mrs. Harrington, who had been a
notable Yankee housekeeper, hired
two negro women to do the housework,
and cultivated society; and the three
Misses Harrington forgot the days of
factory work and honest district
school teaching in the gentilities of
valley Lawn"
The old lady alone remained true to
her colors.
"All this is very fine," said she, "but
I don't see what is to be gained by it.
Dan'l lose money, as true as you're
born"
"Money isn't everything, grandma"
said her daughter-in-law, tartly.
Hump" said the old lady.
And when Aileen, the orphan cousin,
came down from the New England
hills, grandma was the only one who
really welcomed her.
There are three Of us already"
said Selma Harrington, grudgingly.
"Why couldn't she have been a boy,
so as to help pa with the pl~antation?"
said Norma.
What do we want Of any more
| girls?" sighed Juanita, whose baptis-
NAL name had been Judith.
"Ain't no use growlin' about it,"
said "Pa," who could not be made an
elegant gentleman, let the family var
nish and veneer as they pleased. "Here
she is, and here she's got to stay. /
don't want her no more'n youdo; but
she amt got no friend to 60 to, SO
what we goin' to do about it?"
Aileen was pretty, too, in her shy
wild daisy way, with big blue-black
eyes, reddish-brown hair, and a rich
Titianesque complexion. The Misses
Harrington werenot pretty. This was
another objection, although was not
generally discussed, and Aileen soon
knew, by instinct, that the old grand
mother was her only friend in all the
big, dreary house.
A third matter of offense cropped
out on All Hallow Fen, when Aileen
went out into the woods to gather
hickory nuts to burn in the Preside
blaze.
Perhaps it was not her fault that
Mr.. Daller's vicious bull Jumped
1 through the tumble-down fence and
frightened her nearly out of her wits;
and she was doubtless not personally
responsible for tile fact that Captain
Dulany CHANGED to be passing, and
rescued her from the big-horned enemy
with proud gallantry.
.He was so very kind" said Aileen,
wistfully. do you think, grandma,
that | ought to tell my aunt and the
girls that he walks with me when I &c
to the post Office? or that he gave me
those beautiful deep-blue asters that
they thought 1 found in the copse? OF
that it was he who discovered the big
bunch of mistletoe in Greenough's
woods2"
"Well, not unless they ask you,'
said old Mrs. Harrington, shruggin,
her shoulders. For she had heard
her three granddaughter discussin:
the Dulany question with some
"I'm the eldest" Selma had said
tartly, land | ought to have the first
chance. If any of us is to call will
ma at Dulany Beeches, it shah b
mel"
"You always were a selfish thingl'
said Norma. Captain Dulany's
mother has a large library, and yot
know very well that I'm literary.
"Pm the youngest, and | don't SO,
why I should be poked into q corner
always" pouted Miss Juanita-
Judith.
But Selma, by strength OF years anc
tongue had carried her point.
No when New YEARS Dav annroarh