Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-09-14

hlrdly hang together, and really, at last,
she got quite tired Of hearing of her own
creation. But this was not all: Augusta
was, it will be remembered, an exceeding
~ pretty woman and melancholy as the
fact may seem, it still remains q fact that
a pretty woman is, in the eyes Of most peo-
pie, a more interesting object than a man,
or h a lady who is not built that way"
Thus il came to pass that what between
her youth, her beauty, her talent, and her
misfortunes-for Lady HOlmhurst had DOT
exactly kept that history TO herself-Au-
gusta was all Of a sudden elevated into
the position Of a perfect heroine. IL really
almost frightened the poor girl, who had
been accustomed to nothing but sorrow,
i'll treatment, and grinding poverty, TO
suddenly find herself in this strange posi-
ton, with every man on board that great
vessel at her beck and call. But she was
human, and therefore, of course, she en-
joyed it. 1t is something, when ore has
been wandering for hour after hour in the
wet and melancholy night, suddenly to
see the fair dawn breaking and burning
overhead, and 10 know that the worst is
over. for nov there will be light whereby
To set Il feet. II is something, too, to the
most Christian soul, TO utterly and COM
pletely triumph over one who has lone all
in his power to crush and destroy you;
whose grasping greed has indirectly been
the cause of the death of the person you
loved best in the whole world round. And
she did triumph. As the story of Mr.. Nee
sons conduct 10 her got about, the hItlt
society Of the ship-which was, after all, g
very fair example OF all society in minia-
ture-fell away from this publishing
prince, and not even the jingling of his
~money-bags could lure it back, He the
great, the practically o~mnipotent, the
owner Of two millions, and the hard mas
ter of hundreds upon whose toll he bat
tened, was practically cut. Even the
clerk, who was going ont on a chance Of
getting a place in a New Zealand bank,
would have nothing 10 say TO him. And,
what is more, he felt it more even than an
ordinary individual would have done. He,
the "Printcr-devil, " as poor little JEANNE
used 10 call him, he To be sighted and
fouted by a pack of people whom he could
buy up three times over, and all on ac-
count of a wretched authoress-an au-
thoress, If you please! IL made Mr.. Nee
son very vida state of affairs which "a
| DIOukil lOd GILLIAN nc put uldTLiu2
Lord Holmhurst, who had for several DAYS
been showing a growing dislike TO his so
ciety, actually almost cut him dead; that
is, he did not notice his outstretched hand,
and passed him with a slight bow.
Never mind, my Lord-never mind"
muttered Mr.. Meeson after that somewhat
pompous but amiable nobleman's retreat
I ing form. Wen see If | cans come square
with you. I'm adog who can pull a string
or two in the English press. | am! Those
who have the money and have got a hold
of people, so that they must write what
they tell them, amt people 10 be cut by
any Colonial Governor, my Lord" And
in his anger he fairly shook his fist at the
unconscious peer.
"Seem TO be a little out Of temper, Mr..
Meeson," said a voice at his elbow, the
owner of which was a big young man with
hard but kindly features and u large mus
tache. What has the Governor been do
ing 10 your
Doing, Mr.. Tombey. He's been cut
ting me, that's all-me, Meeson.-cutting
me as dead as offal. or something like it.
/ held opt my hand and he looked right
over ii, and marched by"
"Ah.'' said Mr.. Tombey, who was a
wealthy New Zealand landowner; 'and
now, why do you suppose he did that,'
why I'll tell you why. It's all about
that girl"
Miss Smithers, do you mean:n said
Tombey the big, with a curious fash OF his
deep-set eyes.
Eyes. Miss Smithers. She wrote a book,
ard | bought the book for fifty pounds,
and stuck a clause in that she should give
me The right To publish anything she wrote
for FIVE years al "a price-a common sort OF
thing enough in one way and another,
when you are dealing with some lido,
who don't know any better. Well, as il
happened, this boob sold like wildfire, and,
in time, the young lady comes 10 me and
wants more money, want to get out OF the
hanging clause in the agreement, wants
everything, like Q female Oliver Twist.
and when say, No You don't loses her
temper and makes a scene. And il turns
out that what she wanted the money for
was to take a sick sister, or cousin, or
aunt, or some one, out OF England; and
when she could not 90 il, and the relation
died, then she emigrates, and goes and
tells the people on board ship that it IS all
my fault
"And / suppose that that is a conclu-
sion that you do not feel drawn to, Mr.
Meeson."
mo, Tombey, / don't. Business is bust
ness: and if / happened TO have got to
windward of the young woman, why, SO
much the better for me. She's getting her
experience. that's all: and she amt the
first, and won't be the last. But If she
goes saying much more about me, | go foi
her for Islander, that's sare."
ION the legal ground that the greater
the truth, the greater the libel, l pre-
sumesv
"Confound her." went on Meeson, with
out noticing his remark. and contracting
mis- heavy eyebrows, there's no end 10 the
trouble she has brought on me. l quar-
relied with my nephew about her, and nov
she's dragging my name through the dir
here, and I'll bet the story viii go al Owe
New Zealand and Australia"
ayes said Mr.. Tombey. II fancy yo'
will find it take a lot Of choking; and now
Mr.. Meeson, with your permission. l vii
say a word and try and throw a new ligh
upon a very perplexing matter. 1t nevel
seems to have occurred 10 you what al
out-and-out BLACKBOARD you are, sol rla
as well put il to YOU plainly. II you ar
not a thief, you are, Mt least, a very well
copred imitation. You take a girls boos
and make hundreds upon hundreds out o
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