The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1891-11-21

| five minutes since, Sir Oswald was the
reply.
Sir Oswald drew from his pocket very
| fine white handkerchief and dilfused an
| agreeable odor of milletieurs around him: the
| gardener had been near the stables, and Sir
| Oswald was fastidious.
A short walk brought him to the fernery,
| an exquisite combination of rock and rustic
work, arched by dainty green roof, and
| made musical by the ripple of little water
fall. Sir Oswald looked in cautiously, eyi-
IDENTITY rather in dread of what he might find
| there, then his eyes fell upon something, and
| he said:
Pauline, are you there?'
A rich, clear, musical voice answered.:
"Yes, | am here uncle"
MY DEAR" continued Sir Oswald, half
| timidly, not advancing a step farther into the
| grotto, may | ask what you are dongr'
Certainly, uncle" was the cheerful reply;
''you may ask by ail means. The difficulty
is to answer; for am really doing nothing,
and do not know how to describe moth
ing"
why did you come htherv' he asked.
ITO dream,' replied the musical voice. II
think the sound of falling water is the sweet
est music in the world. / came here to en-
| joy il, and to dream over it,
Sir Oswald looked very uncomfortable.
Considering, Pauline, how much you
| have been neglected, do you not think you
| might spend your time more proiitably-in
educating yourself, for example?"
This is educating myself | am teaching
| myself beautiful thoughts, and nature just
| now is my singing mistress" And then the
| speakers voice suddenly changed, and Il ring
| of passion came into Ii. ''Who says that |
| have been neglected? When you say that,
| YOU speak i'll of my dear dead father, and no
| one shall do that i'm my presence. You speak
slander, and slander i'll becomes an English
| gentleman. If was neglected when my
| father was alive, wish to goodness such
| neglect were my portion now!'
Sir Oswald shrugged his shoulders.
Each one TO his OF her taste Pauline.
| With very little more of such neglect you
| would have been a-"
lie paused; perhaps some instinct of pru-
dence warned him.
"A WHAT She demanded, scornfully.
| Pray finish the sentence, Sir Oswald"
My dear, YOU are too lmpulsive, too hasty
| You want more quietness OF manner, more
| dignity"
ller voice deepened IN its tones as she ask
| ed:
| ~ should have been what, Sir Oswald? I
| never begin sentence and leave it half fin
| ishcd. You surely are not afraid to finish it?'
| No my dear" was the calm reply: there
| never yet was Darrell afraid of anything
| on earth. If you particularly wish me to do
| so, will finish what | was about to say.
| You would have been confirmed Bohemian,
| and nothing could have made YOU lady,
| Il love what You call Bohemlans, and de-
test what you call ladies, Sir Oswald" was
| the angry retort
Most probably: but then, YOU See, Pauline,
the ladies of the house OF Darrell have al
ways been ladies-high- bred, elegant wo-
men. | doubt il any of them ever knew
what the word Bohemian meant"
| She laughed a little scornful laugh, which
| Yet was sweet and clear as the sound of sill
| yep bells.
II had almost forgotten" said Sir Oswald
II came to speak to you about something,
| Pauline: will you come into the house with
| me?"
| Thcy walked on together in silence for
some minutes, and then Sir Oswald began:
Il went to London. as YOU know, last
| week. Pauline, and my errand was on your
| behalf"
| She raised her eyebrows, but did not deign
| to ask any questions.
II have engaged lady to live with us here
| ut Darrell Court whose duties will be To Tin
ish your education, or, rather, may truth
! fully say, TO begin it, to train YOU In the
| habits of refined society, to-to-make YOU
| presentable, in fact, Pauline, which | am
sorry, really sorry TO say, you are not at pres
emit"
She made him low bow-a bow full of
defiance and rebellion.
| 81 am indeed indebted to you, Sir Oswald"
'No trtiing," said the stately baronet, no
! sarcasm, Pauline, but listen to me. You are
! not without sense or reaSon-pray attend.
| Look around YOU" he continued; ''remem-
Der that the broad fair lands OF Darrell Court
| form one of the grandeSt domains in En-
| gland. 1t is an Inheritance almost royal in
| extent and magnicence. Whose rcigns here
| is king or queen of half n county, is looked
| up To, respected, honored admired, and imi-
| tated. The owner of Darrell Court is pow
| er even in this powerful land of ours; men
| and women look up To such an one for guild
ance and example. Judge then what the
| owner OF the inheritance should be-"
The baronet's grand old face was flushed
with emotion.
''lle must be pure, or he would make i'm
| morality the fashion; honorable, because
men will take their notions of honor from
him; just that justice may abound; upright,
stainless You see all that. Pauline?'
Yes" she assented, quickly.
mo men have 50 much to answer for"
continued Sir Oswald las the great ones of
the land-men in whose hands power is vest
| cd-mcn To whom others look for example,
on whose lives other lives are modeled-men
who, as it were, carry the minds, il not the
souls, of their fellow men in the hollows OF
| their hands"
Pauline looked more impressed, and In
| sensbly drew nearer to him.
''Such men, | thank Heaven" he said,
standing bareheaded rs he uttered the words,
"have the Darells becn-loyal, upright, hon
est honorable, of stainless reputc, of STAIN
less life, fitted TO rule their fellow men
grand men, sprung from a grand old race.
| And mt times women have reigned here-wo-
men whose names have lived in the annals
! of the land--who have been as shining lights
! from the purity, the refinement the grand
eur of their lives"
| He snake with n naSsiDn of plpuupnea NOT