Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-09-09

Rose Darrell lies awake all that night and
l do not think Eleanor sleeps much, but the
next morning Rose absents herself for an
hour or so, and presently returns with the
Eleanor does not see. A nat, square enyel.
Ope directed in clear bold writing ~
Mr.. Dallas Carew,
Palace Hotel,
San Francisco, Cal.
She has weighed each word over In this
precious document. for much hangs upon
'the prudent penntng OF q letter" And
after she has seen this important eplstle fair
ly on its way she grows quite light or heart
aid helps Nelly with her packing, for she is
going Tomorrow.
And to-day lhere comes a long, crossed let.
ter from HeIen-Helen, who has but just
learned OF her sisters illness. A long letter
Ii Is, full of condolences and strange jingle
of Worth's dresses. and the delights OF the
Old World. The Professor is almost certain
of getting his position. How does Nell like
being n rich widow? Helen writes almost
gally, but then perhaps she knew better than
her sister ;;o,ght how matters stood between
Joe Allen Ind his wife. She answers Heleu's
letter and tells her plans, and when she
reads it over, written down In black and
white, there comes a strange sinking or
heart. She feels as IL she were already
there, but she sends the letter.
There Is one other she would like TO tell,
but he Is far away. No doubt he has for.
gotten her? No doubt he Is married by now,
and she, why can not she forget. too? Why
must she, with this dOg-like fidelity, still
cling 10 him? Yet so il Is!
Rose Darrell, happy Rose, q trust she Is as
happy now as she was them, is excited to-
day. One could tell that 10y the unusual
flush OF her dimnled cheeks. She has been
making vague calculations as To when tue
mail reaches a Francisco, and has studied
timetables diligently. She has not said a
xtNsst nm tfiar.afl n psaurfat IA raSrn plS EIAnnnrfs
future life, and the girl wonder half sadly
II she has ceased TO care.
She, (Eleanor), In putting away her few
treasures, consisting chiefly OF a few long,
illegible letters from DOME and her mothers
picture, has come upon n faded tiger-lily,
and with II come rushing back all the mem
cries OF that pretty, dead past; and for more
than an hour she sits there looking at 1t, TAX
ing, as il were, a feast OF old-time Joys
Well, IL Is for the last time, tomorrow she
will have done with them all; she will have
her full now. She will be as greedy as she
chooses; size will not leave out one bit. 30
she goes over II all, emitting nothing, and
once or twice Rose comes in, but she does
not even notice her. This faded flower is as
good rs q book: 1t has pages closely written
on. and she VIII read them All. And wnei,
she has exhausted her treasury she rises and
holds the poor, little blossom In the gas and
watches it shrivel away 10 a mere nothing.
Aud then she finishes her packing: .
And now she has said farewell In good
earnest. She has babe adieu to pretty Rose,
who. instead OF weeping and waiilng,. has
hidden n smiling goodbye. Perhaps she IS
q little hurt by this, but she does not show 1t,
and so they part. And Rose DANIEL goes
back and takes another look at her time Ia
BILE.
My friends 1 will conveniently race you
over six days. for what is the use Of de
scribing the dust and roar OF a journey by
rail? II Is indeed that thing OF all Others
which / most hate, therefore, l will not III
flict IL upon you.
Eleanor has been home a day and a night.
She Is boarding In the village, for the old
parsonage is closed and empty. She has
been all through the village, and stared al
the old, familiar signs, she has been to the
well-kn0wn stores and the great variety
shop" and few OF her old friends have rec
Ognized her; but then she was never one to
have many friends. And now it Is evening,
early evening. In these fair Southern climes
winter does not clamor for his turn 80 lois.
lily as ia iiie colder north. Sui;rsc: has by
no means surrendered up her sway and this
evening Is mild and soft, and Eleanor IL go
ing to Denies grave.
She has been to the parsonage and tried
the doors, but they are fast locked. The
poor, little house has a forlorn, desolate look
the old dog kennel in the yard has half tum-
bled down, and over the window, as well as
on the door, ''fNr rent Is pasted. 5 h has
been through the garden, which has ROW
weeds, she has been down to Inc river and
that Is just as beautiful as ever, and now she
has gone down behind the little. brown
church, out through the ~creaking gate among
the crosses and arches and through the tall,
pstiing grass' where sleep ;hs silent dead.
whose fair blossoms have almost diSa DDear-