Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-11-30

this trained nurse. Cousin Phoebe had
diphtheria O ice, and the doctor said j
took excellent care of her. would -
soon be called Tryphena Smith rs sny-
shing else; and / would so like to DO
doing something and earning money!"
Ann looked hesitatingly at hcr
friend.
1T would be lawfully hard werk."
said she.
"All the better!" impatiently cried
out Mary. 81 want hard work, To AXE
me ont of myself! And I'll earn tbs
pound a week; you see if dontl'
So the heiress of Holly Hill went 10
the Green farmhouse in the eapacity g
a trained nurse, and gave the very
highest satisfaction.
I'm sure, Miss Smith," said good
old Mrs. Green, on the day she first SAT
up in an armchair lined with piIlows.
Il don't know how we can ever pay
you for all you have done?'
I've worked for wages" said the
tall, pale fraud. land you have given
them to me. We are quits"
mo, we amt" said Mrs. Green
You've give me my medicine and ais
that sort of thing, to be sure, but you've
done more than that: You've got mp
early ia do the baking and the sweep
ing, and to look after the milk; you've
kept the roses watered, and there isn'k
a speek of dust on the carpets on n
moth-miller in the closets, nor a finger
mark on the glass and china; you've
cheered MiIiiades up when he was wor-
ried about me, and you've read aIoud
IN mo and Gfrny GKrfaf nfH-fu<hfn.AH
hymns many a time when | couldn't
sleep for nervousness, when you needed
sleep almost worse than | didr'
Mother" said Miltiades, who had
come in with a trimming pail of mifk.
and now stood close at the trained
nurses side, tits all true what Won
say, every word of it. But you hayes's
said it all. She's goin' TO do more Tor
us, even, than she has done. She's
goin' to stay here altogether"
"What!' cried old Mrs. Green.
"She has promised to be my wife
said Miltiades, putting one strong aTI1s
tenderly around the slender waist OF
the trained nurse. '.Eh, mother, what
do you say to that?"
Not if you object" said the girl, hes
quick eyes reading the changes in Mrs
Green's face, almost as if they were thss
letters of the alphabet Il win enter
no family where | I'M not welcome"
lit amt that, my dear" said Mrs
Green, fumbling uneasily with her
s~pectacles. Welcome! If yen WIS
the Queen o couldn't be wslcomeE-
But I've always had a notion Ed Ike
Miltiades TO marry another woman"
The tall girl in black drew back from
Miltiadas' embrace.
You never told me" she said quick
ly, that you were engaged"
NO more l amt demonstrated
Miltiades. ''Oh, mother, what a scrape
you're getting me into with agirl we've
never either of us scent Listen, Try
phena. For all that dear little mother
of mine looks so plain and homespun-
she's a deal of pride in her, and she's
always planned for me 20 marry Miss
Holly, the lady who inherits Holly Hill
She's a friend of Ann Philpott's. and
mother thinks | may chance to get ae-
quainted with her some day. They
say She's presrys and acssonDpiishssf a2sse
she has grand relations, and the Holly
Hill property joins on 10 our farm
and I'm sure struck in the OBJ
lady, that she'd like Miltiades if She
were 10 see him."
80 am l." murmured the trained
nurse.
And there amt no fine lady a hit
too good for Miltiades,' added the
eager mother.
mo, indeed, there isn't" said the
girl. You are right, Mrs. Green;I ana
1 xrillinn ~ a.Nn mn oil N ~ rfaarpG ax~
favor of this Miss Holly"
Miltiades smote his closed hand On
the table with an energy that made the
wicker-work basket and the brass smut
fer-tray jump.
1T appears to me-" said he, Up
I'm left quite out of the question in
these arrangements. l want yog
understand that / won't be give
Do you hear? Don't | love II y
Smith. and l mean to marry hen Shes
pretty enough and accomplished
enough for me; and her relations, il
she's got any, are quite good enough
for me. And as for Holly Hill-what
are houses and lands compared with .
heart like Tryphena's? No, mother,
I'd do a deal to please you, bas youth
never have the young lady of Holly
Hill for your daughter-in-lawm
Yes, she shallr' cried out the girl.
falling on her knees beside the old lady.
and hiding her face in her lap, while
the rosy bushes mounted to the very
roots of her hair. And You will have
to marry Miss Holly, after all, Miltiades.
for l am Mary Holly! Oh. please To
forgive me, for / have been deceiying
you all along"
And she told them the whole story
half laughing, half crying.
I'm heiress to nothing At ALL 3D.
said. s'but : few barren acros and -.
tumble-down house. But, such as il -
If Miltiades win have me-"
1T don't make q pin's-worth Of diE-
ference to me" said the sturdy young
farmer. Its you l love, and yea j
mean to have, whether you call your
self Mary Holly or Tryphena Smith"
And old Mrs. Green declared that.
she never was so happy in all her hfej
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