Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-09-02
OF MANY MOODS.
ny BONA.

III ~ a little worse than usual today re-
turns the girl YEARLY. II am not very hum
cry. and I'm not fond of oysters; sometimes
they have really good eggs"
do you really mean 70 say, so? Well, al
all events, we will see IL the wine IL as
abominable as the rest. Iii! you waiter.
cOlnc here!'
The wine rs brought and proves to be q de-
cided Improvement upon the viands. Ii
molllfies Mr.. Allen considerably.
Drink some, Eleanor" he says, ut NAV
give you IA little color; you are white as q
ghost now"
She drinks obediently. but the pretty color
which lie las desired fails 10 come. After
they have killed as much time as they can at
The table they 90 out on the beach. Eleanor
sits down upon the sand with her hands
folded and looks out on the sea. Her hus-
bands stand close beside her indulging in
That neyer-failing comfort q cigar.
"What u detced little hole this is" he
says Grossly, looking down at his wife for
aihrlnation. but he gets no response.
81 + done you any good NellyT'
really can not say"
"How have you existed? These two hours
have been enough for me"
Exist? Oh, l do very we'll"
She has lifted her eyes to his; sad eyes
they are.
you pack up tomorrow and 20 away
Yes; II you wish it,"
w Will 90 10 the mountains; that will
do you more good than sitting here listening
to these eternal waves"
Il Ike 10 hear them"
well, 1 don't; but what are we 10 do this
evening. Should you like TO go sailing?'
Her indifference yanishes, her voice sounds
very eager, "Oh, 50 much; | have not been
once and | have so lOnged to 60"
Then we will go this evening. and to-
morrow evening we can have a drive. 4 nave
nlIalIN RnUnUlfl fhn hnYaA t.flI .a aaI
pee about the boat now"
SO be leaves her and she watches him un-
ul quite ont OF sight.
The waves come tapping aud crawling
about the edge OF the brown sea-sand. She
puts ont her hand and lets them creep over
II. Kind, good waves, / wonder how one
would feel underneath you? 4 have read
long ago OF coral palaces and stately castles
rat down IN your green depths. SO many
brave, good lnen have gone down there IL
can not DC a very hard death. just u little
plunge and that Is all, and then to have these
pretty, white-foained waves to sigh and
mourn above your head. Oh, pretty ocean,
You tempt me, you tempt me soreIyr'
She has risen 10 her feet. She stands
close, close down 10 the edge. The water
ripples and laughs as though reckoning TO
her, and the low wind murmlTs so softly
like the voices OF sirens calling; and tie
girl stands irresolute. II love tine water so;
u WOulu llOt De Nilkllu 10 uie, III NOuIu ne
mercitul. Oh, surely IL would! Only a lit
tie plunge and then, oh then, 10 see DOME
again! All, but would |? should / do that
which should be left TO God alone? lie must
know how unfit 10 die / am, or surely lie
would not have let me stay here so long;
and he said he a better girl, Nell Ali, he
would have Inc meet Elm there, somewhere
In the great eternity. Or. God help me!'
Her face Is ashen pale, her 1.-THE form sways
az though 10 fall.
81 have Tie boat, Eleanor" says her hus-
band, advancing to where she stands. Then.
as she turns, Good Heavens! child, what Is
the matter?'
Nothing. What should be the matter?
Ii you ARE ready | am
But are you sure YOU are quite well?'
says Allen, scanning ~uneasiiy her strange,
white face. You look perfectly deathly "
IL j." with a Slight, 5.:aaac..:S laugh,
''oh no, | am far enough from death, FAR
enough