Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-09-09
OF MANY MOODS.
BY BONA.
xxyn
Here / and sorrows sit,
This Is my throne, come bow to It."

AUS - my tuFUht, cOtne DOW 10 IT,
King John.
After all she Is very brave, and does not
cry out, 90 INTO Mysteries, or do any OF the
foolish thing women are Won to do in such
emergencies. She sits quite still beside
him as one stunned, with her hands still
grasping his poor, cold ones, and presently
She espies a man coming down the road. He
Is one OF the party her husband has been
with IN the morning, and she runs hastily
towards him.
Mr.. FitzgeraldI'
He stops amazedly. To come suddenly
npon tile ruins OF a dogcart and be confront
ed by a beautiful woman are hot common
occurrences with this plain young man.
Mrs, Allen! What IS the matter? What
can l do for youy'
For answer she leads him to where her
husband lies, and in q few hurried words
tells him how 1t happened. He sees at once
that 1t Is now too late, but he says all he can
TO comfort her and bids her wait while he
goes for help. A short, a very short time ID
he gone; surely not more than ten minutes
IL seems to her, and then he Is back, and
with him a goodly crowd, among them a
wiry little physician, who might just as well
not have come, for what earthly physician
can ever do good to Joe Allen now? At
length Fitzgerald comes 10 where Eleanor
stands somewhat apart.
"You had better come with me-" he says
gently. ''Ihey will bring him after"
Then she looks up at hun with her great,
fearless eyes. "rell me" she says, tell me,
is it all overy'
IL I'M afraid ii is"
Silence for q moment. Then she lays her
hand on his arm. Come" she says, and
her voice sounds far away, come then, let
us CO."
parcel OF scared housemaids and excited
guests, armed with sal-volatile and other re-
storatiyes. But she needs none OF them: she
passes them all and goes up 10 her own room.
She Is stunned. She can not realize this
awful accident; but she packs her trunk, de-
cllnlng all offers of assistance. And, after
all, the people are very Kind.
And so next day, according to their old
plan. she leaves sea View" with its sand
and dashing waves, and starts for home.
Fitzgerald goes with her: very quiet and
calm is she, and he, he marvels at her. lie
has never seen a woman like this before.
Ten miles from the city they take the train.
Ii is eight O'clock; the rain is falling with
depressing steadiness. Here her escort is
obliged TO leave her; she bids him go, for
her husbands uncle will be at the station tO
meet her. She Is not at all ayerse 10 travel
Ing those ten miles alone, so Fitzgerald
leaves her, and the train whirls on through
the inky blackness OF the night.
The door behind her opens suddenly and
slams 10; the noise makes her start, but she
does not turn her head. A tall man in a long
ulster, with travelling cap well pulled down
over his keen, dark eyes has entered. lie
scans the various occupants as they sit or lie
intentionally, dusty, peeyish, under the
swaying lamps. His eyes rest on the dark.
Tobed figure sitting just in front, her head
resting YEARLY against the window pane-a
figure he knows as well as his wi right
hand. On might fancy he starts; certainly
he puts out q hand to steady himself, but
then the car is running very heavily.
After a moment he comes over and takes
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head. The train crashes on and the man IN
the dark ulster, on which the rain drops
stand, sits quite still behind her. Perhaps
lie is asleep? A stranger he is doubtless
only once, when he takes OF his cap, ont
might fancy there was something very IA
billiar In the wave OF tine bright, brow.
hair. Home at last! how thankful she is
She thinks, half wonderingly, hOw kind the
conductor is, for her carriage Is waiting, hel
luggage all attended 20, but when she thanks
him he does not seem TO understand. Then,
too. someone Ct cannot be the conductor
since he is with herr pilots her uncle safely
10 her. She has never been very fond oi
her husbands uncle, but truly glad Is she e
see him nOw. So they drive through the
crowded streets up to her home.
Her room is all ready for her. The ole
h~ousekeeper is most kind; there is no ont
else there save some of her uncle's friends
But next day and after she has nc lack OF
company. People whom curiosity has made
bold come 10 see her, and she sees them Oae
and all. She receives all their condolences
all their osteutatious tears with the same
calm indiifei ence, and they go away and, fol
want OF another fault, say that she Is heart
less.
For those few days before the funeral she
Is like one In q trance. She goes about TIT
house, doing all that there Is 10 be done
She eats well, she goes over the Particular
of the accident with her uncle when he de-
| oirac ~ h,,t cha nayAr alaanG And ayan Ia
these few days her cheeks grow pale anC
wan, and great, dark circles come about hel
eyes. And the day OF the funeral comes.
They (her ~frienGs) do not wish her 10 go
Ii will be too much Tor her, Tor she seems
III already, but she reSists with gentle firm
ness and has her way. SO there she stands
cold rs any marble statue, and the people
wonder at her more and more. She listens
to the solemn words OF the beautiful buria
service, but she does not seem to compre
bend.
She looks about her. Black-robed peopl,
oil around her-sOme are crying? Why arr
they crying? And VINO Is 1t they are bury
ing ia the cold. damp earth? Somehow SHE
can not remember. lesterday-fo, not yes
terday, either-when was II? She was going
they burying her? No; for some liand held
her back, someone proved stronger than the
sea. But the sea is calling 10 her, 1t Il
stretching out It's great white arms TO her, 4
is promising her rest!
The people draw back; someone touches
her arm to come, She starts and looks ~
with wild, frightened eyes. And then a tai
man comes from out the crowd and lays 9
white flower cross upon the grave.
Eleanor looks ut him; She has seen hin
somewhere before. Where was IL? this tai
young man with the brown eyes and wayy
hair? Someone Is telling her 10 come-sh,
mnst go.
She makes a step forward, and then, some
how, the world seems to grow dark the peo
pie, the clouds, the sky, seem Keeling before
her. She puts out her hands with a LITTLE
gasping cry 1nd falls heavily back upon the
6ower-coverId mound OF her dead husband