Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-06-08

The husband was paLe and haggard, full
Of a great passion, Il great grief-the wife
was beautiful, bright, and radiant, her
l%oveliness enhanced by her tasteful dress,
her smiles brighter from the conscious
ness of novelty. The little child looked
from one to the other with wondering
eyes.
"How can she leave him'" thought Mr..
Ford to himself. 'She has astronger ma
ture than thought"
lie turned away when Paul Waldron
held his wife III his arms and tried to say
farewell.
you must enjoy yourself as much IA
You can, Ismay. Do not sadden yourself
by thinking OF me here ali alone. I shall
be happy in thinking Of you: and, Oh, my
darling, my darling" he cried, 'be true
To me. Remember, the whole world can
give you nothing SO precious as my love"
And then he watched her until she had
passed out Of his sight. His love for her
was so great that if in that hour he could
| have foreseen all he had to suffer he would
! have died.
Mr.. 70 Il was surprised to find how soon
Mrs. Waldron recovered her spirits. She
had wept bitterly at parting from her hus-
band, but the tears were soon dried. She
enjoyed the change and novelty, and the
admiration she excited: her vanity was
1attered by the admiring chances cast
| upon her during the journey. No thought
Of the lonely heart mourning for her and
refusing TO be comforted came to disturb
her. They reached Bralyn in safety, and
| her delight at the sight Of that magnificent
mansion was unbounded.
Lord Carlswood almost 10 st his self-pos-
session when his eyes fell first upon that
beautiful face.
at is Katrine," he murmured-"Katrine
risen from the dead"
Ismay had all the Carlswood grace of
manner and Of movement. She went up
to him at once.
"Will you love me a little for my moth
er's sake?" she said, quietly.
He kissed the white brow; he looked at
the violet eyes with their golden light; he
laid his hand on the shining masses OF
waving hair.
81 shall learn" he said, "to love you
best for your own sake, aud no other. Is
this your son? You look SO young, Is
mayt''
81 am not twenty yet" she replied, with
n smile; and the smile made her 50 beauti-
"a nav WV AZ AAaAAA Nm tl lltA II w OAl~
der. He took the boy in his arms.
He has something of the Carlswood
face" he said, musingly.
Ismay proved, 10 her grandfather's de-
light, that she too had some of the old
Carlswood spirit and pride. Although the
novelty, the magnihcence. the luxury.
must have struck her with wonder, she
said nothing. He had dreaded vulgar
cries of admiration, outbursts of wonder
he need not have been afraid. When Is.
may saw anything that she did not under
stand, she asked quietly what it was. He
was delighted with her; there was no trace
Of anything vulgar about her. He had
half expected that she would speak in
broad provincial fashion, but her accent
was as good as his own.
She repressed the startled cry that rose
TO her lips when she was taken by the
h~ousekeeper to the superb suite OF rooms
prepared for her. There was a day and
night nursery filed mp with every comfort
and luxury for the boy, and there was q
neat, trim, smiling maid TO attend to him.
There was a suite of four rooms arrange
for Ismay herself, magnificent and luXur
ious as though they had been for a queer
a boudoir with rose silk hanging, rare
pictures, fragrant flowers, exquisite statu
airy, and furniture of the most modern
and beautiful design; n sleeping room al
white and gold; q d-ressing-roOm fitted up
with every luxury that any lady could de.
sire; and Il small library where she could
read, write, or study at will.
Are these intended for mep" she asked
as she looked round; and then she stopped
abruptly, with IN innate conviction that
the servants at Bralyn must not see how
unaccustomed she was TO such splendor.
Her surprise was increased when q
pleasant-looking maid came smiling and
bowling, and told her that Lord Carlswood
said she was to wait upon Mrs. Waldron.
Then, when the wardrobe doors were
opened, she saw wondroue treasures OF
satin, silk, velvet, lace, i. ,sscs that had
been sent from Paris, cashmere shawls
mantles OF finest velvet. There was also
provided everything necessary in the way
of gloves. fans, slippers-nothing had beer
forgotten. Ismay's face grew pale will
wonder as she gazcd.
shall l help you, madame, TO dress for
dinner?" asked the smiling maid, and Is
may, with some little trepidation, con
scented.
The maid had selected a demi-toilet-a
| dress of rich blue velvet trimmed with
white lace. She arranged the waving
masses Of light-brown hair so as to show
it's silky abundance; she placed q white
| camellia in 1t, and then she opened a jewel
case that lay on the toilet table. 1t con
tanned a suite OF pearls-a beautiful neck
lace, a bracelet, and earrings.
Ismay looked at herself when the toilet
was complete with a sense of wonder and
fear. Was that lovely, radiant, magnifi-
cently-dressed woman really Paul Wal
dron's wife? The white graceful neck and
exquisitely nodded shoulders were fair as
the soft cleaning pearls, the rounded arms
were perfect Tn shape, as were the little
white hands, with their pink-tipped fin
gers, the slender figure, the features Of
the glorious young face. She smiled to
herself.
II wish Paul could see me now" she
thought, and then she reminded herself;
81 must not forget to write to him"
She went down to the drawing room,
| where Lord Carlswood and MIR. Ford
awaited her. They both looked up in won.
| der as the beautiful girl entered the room.
The old lord paid her many conrtly com
| pliments, and the fair face flushed with
triumph.
| She went through the ordeal Of dinner