Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-08-19
CHAPTER XXI.
THAT Il should come 10 this"

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CHAPTER Xxx.
THAT It should come 10 th!s!'
Hamlet.
his cup close to his lips, Eleanor, do you
think you could get along without your
maid?.'
1t is the morning after the ball, and they
sit together at breakfast. Eleanor does not
s.eep late after balls now. She Is too we'll
used to want of sleep for that
What she says, amazedly. ID with
out my maid! Why, Joey' u
Because" says Mr.. Allen, rising and
speaking rather nervously, II should like To
tighten our expenses Il little.
Yes, | can do without her" says his wife
slowly. II never had one till | married
YOU. | am we'll used to waiting on myself"
Then please give her warning to-day"
But why is it?' she questions, with fem
mine curiosity. as your work giving way?
Tell me what it Is. | am not afraid OF pow
erty."
tits not a good business year." returns
her husband GROSSLY, "and I'm by no means
rich, though from the way you spend money
one would think | was a millionaire"
The injustice Of this remark stings Flea
nor TO the quick.
Il spend money indeed" she says scOrn-
fully. why | don't spend in a year what you
spend in a month ON champagne, cigars and
turf-betting."
ne ~,euueis. ohe must ha'e sohle aIhIoe-
ment."
And you choose such an innocent one,'
she goes on, beginning to walk up and down
before him. Have YOU forgotten those last
races. Iou went of in grand style, no
doubt you remember that. but YOU do no:
care 10 remember how yOu came back"
His face has darkened. darkened. Il was
unfortunate. How could l tell the brute
would go lame"
Il sat up all night-how long it seemed
waiting for you. l did not know what | had
TO expect then"
stop gliding at me- he cries angrily.
what a tongue you lIave.'
She is silent. Then, as is always the case
with her, her better spirit conquers and she
goes To him.
Joe" she says, looking at him with her
VI ( eyes, do not bet any more. You are
sond OF il, for oh, my dear, 1t Is wrong.
AS'd il is"
Cont make mountains of molehil,,
Z, and ana. a2 Ssl a Sss : a,s S aay %lG aaa { 70
<ss hsngs = picture, and she knseis down
6siore IL and presses her lips upon the face
iI'Oh, DOME darling" she cries, speaking out
loud TO IL "Donie darling, l do try 10 be a
good girl and q good wife, but il is 80 hard,
so hard. III l could only see you again,
DOME, you would help ana tell me what to
DO" But the picture staIes back at her from
out It's velvet frame and says never a word.
By and by there comes a letter to her
from Helen. a long. crossed epistle. dwelling
chiefly upon her culinary efforts and the an
ge!ic sweetness OF the Professors temper;
but at the end she writes:
There has been some fever mot conta-
! glnlsl in the village. and OF course Uncle
All has been made n perfect slave. You
know lie never will refuse and these peo-
pie are always dying or thinking they are,
and send for him at all hours. Naturally he
has broken down. He has been III for about
a week. or course IL II proves serious you
shall know"
Eleanor puts down the letter with a sink
ing heart. DOME I'LL and She away from
him! She will go to him at once. SO when
Mr.. Allen comes up ~ dinner he finds her
waiting for him with a white face and
frightened eyes.
'Oh, Joe" she cries, running to him. Il
am SD glad you have come. DOME Is i'll and
| ain 40 miserable, but il | begin 10 pack this
EVENING" shall not need much don't you
think / can get on to-night?'
What in the world are you talking abouty'
says her husband anaZedly. Who Is illy'
'DOnie-my uncle. See what Helen says,'
and she puts the letter into his hand.
lie reads II slowly, while she stands before
him waiting neryousiy till he has done, then:
:" nay o. OF %course?'
60! what are you talking about? How
foolish you are"
[. Her face falls and grows psler than ever.
W. " ~ ~ y, Aht NApbNa WIN ohA
Helen. Surely l may go TO him"
ut Is Impossible, lie SAYS shortly.
why may | not"' she cries, following
him into the dining room and laying her
hand OH his arHL
because II is nonsense, Nelly. lie is not
very III; your sister will write If he is. The
journey is very expensive, and L have not
the money To waste"
You do not mean you will not let me goy'
she cries, her large eyes d~ilating. her red
lips quivering. You can not mean that@'
- tell you | have not the money to waste,
Eleanor"
You wish to save it to throw away ut the
turf, she cries ~passionately. You do not
care for me or what | suffer. Oh joe" her
voice changing from passion 20 entreaty,
"let me go, | pray YOU"
d. not be absurd. l tell you it is impos-
sible."
She comes to him where he stands looking
out OF the window, and puts her arms about
bis throat and lays her fair young face 10 his.
Joe, she says, lifting her sad, beautiful
eyes to his, Joe, | have never asked YOU
YOU. Oh. | pray you. let me go, for some
nov feel u do not see him now, never
He u~nclasps her hands and puts her from
nm. You are too absurd, Eleanor. l am
ashamed of You"
And you will not let me go?'
band coldly. sand now ii YOU are going 10
mat concert you had better get ready"
All the e~ntreaty dies away irom her face.
IL grows cold and hard.
'Oh, YOU are cruel 10 me. / 20 to a con-
cert with you indeed! Know nNw, ~ she goes
on.. coming nearer to him, IF DOME dies
WITHOUT my seeing him. 1 shall hate yOu;
snail ioathe and hate the very sight OF YOU"
II hope your temper will be better when
return, = says he, picking up his coat and hat
and beating a hasty retreat
And the girl filings herself down upon the
s ssep ana Oi frsssd into s : i ss'ss Of Ssr passionate ssss sns
rises TO her feet. Her dress is crumpled, her
lair Is struggling about her face, and yet /.
she heard some ole entering. She ]
1t IS not a visitor. Bat even as she {
stands there undecided what 20 do, the door :
lpens and a wellkn0wn figure comes to- .
wards her. I
',Do not be angry with me-" he says, hold
ny out his hand, but l could not 90 with I
'ut seeing you once more" /,
when do You go? she SAYS. She does ,
lot Offer him q seat. She stands there in the \
uil glare OF light with her poor, fearful eyes J
urn.d away from him. |
Tomorrow" =
There Is q long silence. Only the clock ,
icks loudly, increasingly. .
on have been crying" he says sudden !
y, noting her tear-stained cheeks and sw0l-
lids: What Is the matter, Eleanor"
Nothing" striving to smile. II am +,
UGH q cry baby. l always was" !
ne does not say a word. lie is looking nj !
....And now, she goes on, after a pause. !
w. " !. had better say goodbye. You 'Fnow :,
And must | never see you any more :
againy" [