Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-06-18
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The little governess accepted the fat calm
~. for the absence Of hope teaches endur-
ance; and then she went out with her pupils
and paced the park. where the glory Of the
sunlight was falling like a bersediction. and
wondered why she had ever had the burden
of life cast on her.
Meantime Mrs. Tom, indifferent to the~fac'
that she had pushed heaven further into the
background Of a desolaie life. was writing a
gushing letter TO her dear brother NJ Fair
view.
IL was a hot afternoon in early July; there
was not a cloud in the lofty dome OF the sky.
and the few trees dotted along the dusty
highway flung dense shadows here and there.
while in the distance the heat seemed to 81
the landscape dancing 10 a measure Of il
OWL Mr.. HOnby sighed several times as
he e down the Fairyiew street. and more
than Once he frowned. a. people do 20 whom,
either in suggestion or in reality. something
unpalatable has been offered. Perhaps the
heat oppressed him, perhaps the dust annoy
ed him for surely there could be nothing
in the CHEEKY letter folded in his b~reastpock-
ct that could vex any one.
rs Miss Priscilla at hOmeg- He had stop
ped by the little oak door over which the
roses and h~0neysuckIe clustered 80 lovingly.
"Yes, sir Jane had appeared in answer
10 his knOck. and be noticed that she had
lost the brisk, eomplacenf bearing Of former
days
The ell her / am here. please
Mr.. Hornby enter-l and seated himself on
one % the pretty, ch~inizcovered chairs in
Miss Pn~cilIa's cool. fresh little drawing
room. How pretty everything was. fr0m the
handful ~ rO-eS and ferns in tie glass dish
tO the light curtains SWAY iRg in the breeze!
Bat how could amy adjunct of Miss PRS
elias ownership beotheT than pretty? And
b. fancy her tniling for a pittanee in his
brother Toms household! Again the dis
gusted look spread Itself over his counie
nance, and this time il eOaldnOt bedne ethel
to the dust or 10 the sun
"Haye you heard OF anything he said,
a~nxiously, as Miss Priscilla entered.
"No: but you have" She wore a snowy
ZIP and a gown II some soft stuff. and size
WAS smiling * him. although there were
! troubled lines about brOw and eyes.
III oh. no IL is worth nothing; only a let.
ter frUm Toms wife"
And is she like all the rest anxious IA
help and 80 s0rry-sO very sorry. that She
h4AtA- VI AAtAAAAti- AAtAft .A~N INV
There was a little anger in the smile tia:
played over Miss PrisciIlA's lips As she put
her question.
"NO; she does not write that exactly" lie
rose hurTiedly. and went "a the window. and
stood looking out az the h~oneysweet bios
SONS Of the wOOdbine that pressed against
the panes-
Then what does she write? Ii Is yery i'm
portant Ia me"
Mr.. HOnby groaRed-
"You viii believe that have done my ven
be-: for y0u?- he said anxiOusly.
Yes yes; but what Is it,
Mrs Tom HOrnby wants a govemeSs fOl
her five children, and because / know yOJ
and recommend you she viii Engage you 4
you wish"
.Oh. how good you are-hOw grateful
ann Her lips quiVercd as she spoke, bur
she could not let the tears fail. though they
nearly blinded her.
And you would think Of ity7 looking a
her mOunfully.
'Of course l would; begSars must not =,
chOosers There are not likely to be MANY
people eager to engage an old woman hruught
up "a n employment Besides l want Il
teach, and ] an very glad that ] can max
nv essay in the household Of a friend o
yours"
Il do not hold myself responsible for Mn
Tom he answered.
You mean to say she Is not perfect? Vel
neither am /, 50 we are likely 10 suit eacl
other. Will you write 10 her, and ask her Z
let me know All she requires
Il can not bear il. IL hurts me horribly
, the rector said with needless warmth
Don't be so foolish. Ihaye brought il al
on myself. II VIII be time enough 10 PHI
me when I begin 70 complain"
"You would never do thai-not If thing
were killing YOU