Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-08-12

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been eaten; the fair. white gowns have been
exchanged for darker ones, and Helen, calm
and happy, is driveH OF. while Eleanor,
with one last convuisiye kiss for DOME, fol-
low her.
house alone.
CHAPTER XIX.
love that comes too late. like q remorse-
ful pardon, slowly carried"
The winter has come upon us. Aye, come
with n will; his ley breath Is everywhere.
Not at all remorseful Is he at having robbed
the pretty trees OF their bright red and yell
low foliage and crushed u earth again the
pretty flowers; j%Ostilng, clustering, and COW
ering everything with his thick, white man
tie he goes upon his way.
1t is six o'clock in the city. The lamps
are lighted. The cold. shiyering watchmen
are beginning 10 march upon their beat.
Inside the tall, handsome house to which
our heroine has been with such care trans
planted there Is no suspicion OF cold. All
Is warmth, luxury, and light.
Before the fire In her boudoir, close drawn
to IL, sits Eleanor, the same Eleanor we
caune upon q year ago, reading a novel by
the sturdy fire. There Is no difference save,
perhaps, her face is a trltie more pale and
thin than of old. Dressed In a soft wrapper
with her hair all unbound and her dainty
slippered feet extended To the blaze, she
looks the picture OF ease and comfort. But
II Is not IL novel this evening. IL is n long,
crossed letter from her uncle, written In that
unintelliglble hand we are certain To expect
from ministers, but we'll used TO his spidery
letters Is Eleanor, and dear to her sight Is
every one.
Tonight fate has willed 1t that there should
be a dinner-party and Eleanor feels it 10 be
a most unpleasant fate, rs she glances from
her letter 70 the clock ana then out on the
snowy sky. With a little sigh she resumes
her position, at the same moment her htls-
band enters IN all the glory Of his dress suit.
What! not dressed yet?' he says, with
something very Ike a iro"n gathering Oh
his brow.
"No."
severely, that as you know how the Fair
fax's detest being kept waiting you might at
least have begun to dress"
Suppose" says the girl, staring pensiyely
into the fire, suppose you 20 without me.
l have n letter | should like TO answer"
Nonsense" tinging himself into a chair
and frowning mos I unbecomin2ly. y
course you must 90. too"
Il don't see why" saws Eleanor, rather
rebelliously. II don't want to CO."
Then 4 will not go either" says Allen:
"since you choose to break mp all the pleas
ire"
Can you not go without me?' she says,
s,ornfully. Really your devotion Is touch
ing"
No answer.
What a pleasant evening you will have"
she goes on, not turning her head. IL warn
you | am going to stay In my room and
write, so you will have solitude in place of
champagne and cards. Bah3'
Dead silence, only the ticking OF the clock.
Ii has licked away hive minutes, then Allen
speaks Jelly.
Since yon have been kind enough to get
ma tpfn thia a, ~. A trilI N-Ai xg..lI .n1l
me what regret | can send ut this ia;5
hour
SAY like the scripture gentleman: Il have
married a wife and can not come, y says his
wife with a short laugh. Eieanor's quota
tons are for the most part ill-tined.
lie does not seem ID jump at her sugges-
ton. lie sits there frowning moOdily.
Eleanor looks into the IRE, and over her
mlna aS she sits there come these words, "Be
q good wife, Nell" Ii brings the warm
color TO her cheeks, flushing up to her gold
Ell hair. How has she obeyed that? How
has she kept her word. All. sadly, sadly.
With quick impulse she rises and goes In
her husband, laying her hand lightly on his
arm.
joe" she says, ''do not look 50 cross.
You shall not be cheated out of your pleas
ure. | will go with you. Wait for me here.
The frown yanishes; his eyes grow happy
again.
That's a good girl, Nell. Hurry up and
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.Ah, Nell Hathwell, . she says to the glass
tits u line thing 10 have q spirit. my girl, bu
sometimes il ends IN cutting on ones nos
d spite ones face And who knows bu
what she Is right?
After all a dinner party Is no great hard
shin, especially when one Is offered tile bssl
| AxSt.sfZ and chm n M trttA iu fine palInfrk- Ills
frOw slnoOths from Joe'S brow whtSi he
ind that after all they are not late. Mr..
Fairfax Is stan ling by the door talking
rather loudly. They are for the most part
married people here tonight, which Is rather
queer, as tile guest To whom this dinner Is
supposed 10 b. given is barely past child
hood. She is standing close to Mr.. Fairfax
/ vito introduces her ~ 4 iiampons tone.
Miss Darrell, my friends, Mr.. and Mrs.
Allen"
Eleanor feels wonderfully attracted to this
girl who greets her now with q warm hand
clasp and bright smile. She Is very small
but full of grace, a fair face. surrounded by
chestnut curls, innocent childish eyes Of
deepest blue. Where has she seen this face
before. II is strangely familiar.
his regular supply Of jokes which arc taken
out ana aired on every occasion. They are
all kind enough TO laugh at them but none 80
loud as himself. Eleanor has a fat, ilorid
gentleman 70 take her in: q gentleman who
has dabbled In science and who loses no OBJ
%portunity, however trivial, 10 impress his un-
fortunate companion with learning. Under
cover of the clatter OF the dishes and the
laughter at the before-mentioned jokes, he
is striving to explain to Eleanor the force
and power OF electricity. She is YEARLY
listening to him. whine her eyes wander idly
around the table. To Aliens delighted care
has fallen Rose Darrell. He is bending
over her with Il happy, devoted air, and she
Is looking up at him over her wine glass
with blue, coquettish eyes. Eleanor Smiles.
Then recovering herself with y start returns
10 her companion.
! A year ago Eleanor Hathwell would have
told him that his conversation was out OF
place; would have plainly showed him she
was bored and would In all probability have
made an enemy OF him for life.
But Eleanor Allen Is changed now. With
her self has stepped back to be almost hidden
in the background.
BY and n dinner is over and the ladies
file out leaving the gentlemen 10 their cigars.
In the p1ri0r conversation laliguislies. Ii
does for the most part when there are none
OF the sterner sex To give it n relish. Eleanor
has seated herself a little apart, close to the
heavy curtains. She IN, an album on her
lap as an excuse for Ier retirement, but Il Is
unopened. Rose DaI:.ll crosses the room To
I her side.
Il don't believe You are very much inter-
ested in thai" she says, touching the album
with her fan. 5 Il YOU will let me l should
like to talk to YOU"
DO" says Eleanor with one OF her bright
est smiles.
Miss Darrell stOops to draw a low chair to
her new friend. As sne does 50 a small
lOcket attached to her chain falls " the
ground. Eleanor stoops TO raise II. I'm the
fall the clasp has sprung and a mans face
stares back at Eleanor; a mans face but
phosef'
The treacherous color GIBBS into hcr face;
her eyes wake and brighten into their old
time light and regardless OF the company of
Rose, of any one, she stares back at ii as
we look on the dead face of one we love.
"YOu know himY' says Rose. breaking the
silence. Her voice recalls Eleanor. She
turns to the girl. All, she remembers now.
Why has her memory proved so weak be-
fore. This gir. With soft cari3 and happy
! eyes is the original OF the face he showed her
long, so long ago.
1T isis 1t not Mr.. -"
"Dailas Carew."
81 thought w."
Then YOU used to know hjmg' says Miss
Darrell, sinking into the chair ana begin
ming to replace the locket. "Why l had no
idea we had anything 80 much In common"
Yes. l met him last spring. lie showed
me your picture, and tonight | could not
Imagine where l had seen you.'
did he? Ii was a very fattered likeness"
"He made quite a c0ntidant OF me-" goes
on Eleanor, striving to smile. "He told me
Of his engagement l could not then so
we'll appreciate how fortunate he was.v