The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-06-14
V.

Nll-'i LEN
In a few days | was quite at home at
Westwood and understood my duties.
They were certainly heavy. Fortunate
ly for me. with my great love of early
rising and fresh air. they did not COM
mence until ten i'll the morning. Lady
Yorke did not care to be disturbed be-
fore that hour. do not think she had
eve seen the sun rise or the dew lying
like diamonds on the grass. So the
fresh sweet mornings We're all my own.
l rose almost with the sun, thinking
often that if people knew how lovely
the early morning was they would ney-
er waste much time in sleep, and went
out into the park.
1t seemed to me always that / spent
those early morning hours with Mark;
the only difference lay in this. that he
was on one side of the blue sky and l
on the other. And / was possessed
with the idea that he could hear and
see ne. All, love, my love, how | loved
you'll
When l went back to the house after
those hours of peace and rest. my mind
WIS braced for the day. If | had not
seen Mark, | had looked long and low
| had not spoken to him; but the whis-
per OF the wind, the ripple of the leaves,
the song of the birds, all seemed so
many messages from him. After ten
O'Clock had never another moment to
call my own. Then Lady Iorke was
i'll her boudoir, and every morning She
had 4 thousand new wants. 1t was q
puzzle to me how she invented them.
There We're letters to answer, invita-
tons to send out. She liked to hear me
read. Every day brought it's papers,
periodicals, magazines, new novels, all
of which must be read to her. Then
we walked or drove. At luncheon Lord
Gorke joined us; and then her ladyship
rested. We had another drive in the
afternoon, dinner at seven, and in the
evening Lady Iorke requested me to
sing. liked that time best, for l sang
every sweet love-song | knew, and l
sang always to Mark. Oh, my love, how
loved you!
Lord Iorke was a kindly, generous
man, quite fifteen years older than his
beautiful, languid young wife. He
worsllpped her, and she in her helpless
way was fond of him. They were very
rich. They owned this fine estate at
WestWood, and they had Il magnificent
house i'll London and a villa i'll Flor
ence. That vas Lady Yorke's whim.
When the winter was too cold and the
spring too wet, she went to MentOne,
where she could bask in the sunshine
the whole day long. They had numcr-
Gus visitors and friends. 1t was to fill
the interval between the departure of
one set Of visitors and the coming of
the next that | was wanted. Lady
1oric could not endure to be alone.
she must be constantly amused. They
had no children, and that was the one
drawback. | liked Lord Yorke; he was
always kind and courteous to me. He
was not much interested in politics: the
care and well-being of his estate occu-
have a land-agent or a steward: lie did
everything himself-kept his accounts,
received his rents, saw his tenants,
overlooked the home estate. Hardly a
weed was pulled up without his orders.
He was just as industrious as his young
wife was the reverse. We were always
excellent friends. At times he asked
me to help him, and his thanks always
pleased me.
Poor Lady Yorke! Young, beautiful,
wealthy, she was yet one of the most
miserable and discontinued of women.
she had not IL useful interest in the
world. She had servants who waited
upon her hand and foot; she had a hus-
band who INDUCED her and granted
every wish that she expressed; she was
never called upon to make any eXertion
either OF body CT mind. She was never
compelled to think: Lord Yorke and
Mrs: Masham thought for her. If TWEEN
" visitors were coming. it made no diff
ference to her. Before I had been nan
days there, had read her character ac-
rnrately. She was i'll from indnla"en
rY, D., r