Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-06-24
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fore. and It Is SO pretty. Oh, Nell! ! do wish
you would CO."
III don't want to CO."
"But why not? Is 1t" this rather hesitat-
ingly), lis It because no one has asked your
II she suspects her sister will be offended
she is mistaken. The girl turns from the
window with an amused look.
'No, my dear Helen, l should take pleas
nre In asserting my own independence. 1
don't 40 because l am tired OF the stupid
things, and nc one that ! like will be there"
They are a little monotonous, but 1t Is
your fault that you are 70 hard to
please"
''They are boring. can see that fat Saun-
ders girl now, waddling across the room
with a hypoeritical smile wreathing her fat
pink face, to gush out, so glad to see you,
dear Miss Hathwell,' and she MORALLY de-
spises me-"
Helen laughs.
"And then" goes on the other, nothing
to do but talk to a parcel Of stupid men who
all say the saine thing TO you, and whom you
are expected TO feed. Now IL it were a dance,
! should glory in it,
"Yes, you do dance divinely," remarks
Helen, half enviously.
~ you ItnnculutI, EontluutS willy, ~
that last ball we were at, Mr.. Old, the one
with the light moustache, you know, told me
/ waltzed like an angel"
"What did you sayw
Il said l thought singing was their strong
forte, and asked him II he had ever danced
with one"
"Had hep"
HE said that was the nearest approach he
lot .t.x hol anA 4 t,1I him 4 ,yaa of.oil -
would remain the nearest"
Did you? What a conceited speech.
Nell"
WAS 1t? Oh, dearl how / wish some
body would go BY Only a market woman
and a curly dog since 1 have been here.
| What an unciyilized part OF the country we
| do live in"
'The Professor says he likes IT,"
mo doubt he does. Judging from his nu-
merous visits, / should fancy he liked it very
! much"
GIelen bushes. "And Mr.. Carew admires
II, too. BY the way, i wonder he did not
ask you TO go 10 the tea, Nell"
ale was not invited" says the girl quick
". "He told me so himself"
mo? How strange! Well, l must go and
see about my dress" and she departs.
w ttfI bfEn tottiCo OH Nm Nflt Dftltl III
her black dress with white roses. A very
handsome woman is Helen Rodney.
Eleanor, looking at herself In the glass be-
fore going down. fixes with extra care her
| soft, yellow locks, thinking, perhaps, some
QUO may call.
But no one does. She spends her evening
reading ''RasseIas" aloud TO her uncle, an
occupation which affords him great enjoy
ment. SO she reads til Helen's return
makes an agreeable interruption, to her at
least
81 had a glorious time" says Mrs. Rodney,
throwing OH her wraps and tanning yigor-
cusly. 1t was charming. You made a
great mistake in not going, Nell. Lots Of
people asked after you, and Dallas Carew
was there after all"
WAS he?' how glad she Is that 'Ras G.
las kindly screens her face.
ale anne quite latcf with Miss Stanley.
What a pretty girl size is, TO be sure"
I'm very tired; / think l will 20 to bed"
says Eleanor, rather abruptly. Goodnight,
DOME. We will finish our book tomorrow"
SO she leaves them.
II have been q fool" she tells herself, as
she brushes her hair rather sayagely, IA
blind fool; but he told me lie was not in
vited."
Ii Is Sunday morning. The minister is in
a fever of impatience 10 get off, and is turn
ing things generally upside down. Upstairs
Helen is putting the last finishing touches 10
her toilet, while Daisy, very much impressed
by the spotiess cleanliness OF her white
frock, sits in state on a Eigh chair, nrmly
grasping her mammals prayer book.
Eleanor stretched on the bed in her loose
morning wrapper, looks thoroughly comfort
able and happy. Mrs. Rodney is extremely
particular To keep the Sabbath day holy.
Not once during all the twelve months OF
the year Is she absent from her corner OF the
front pew, and Daisy, who Is certainly be-
ing brought up in the way that she should
go, generally accompanies her, to yawn
through the service and sleep through the
sermon. A good woman Is Helen Rodney.
But for Eleanor, my pretty Eleanor, she l
can give no recommendation for goodness.
She goes or STAYS as she pleases. Once only
did Mr. Ilathwell demonstrate with her:
then she put both arms about his neck, and
looking up at him with her wistful, pleading
eyes, said: Il do not ike you half so well in
the pulpit, DOME. like your private per-
sonal sermons, and If people do think I'm a
bad girl what does Ii matter when you know
better?' And the minister did not say any
more.
"Are you going to church this morning,
| Nell?" questions Mrs. Rodney, half severely.
III 50, 1t is time you were beginning to
dress"
We'll, no, l think not" says the girl, re-
gariing her little slippered feet with re-
markable Interest. "Yoa see, Its SO warm to-
/ day. What horrid weather we are having,
no spring at all"
Il think you ought TO 90. You have no,
been Tor three Sundays"
"Have | not?'
'Good'by," says her sister, shutting the
door rather violently, and joining her uncle
tn the hall.
After Il while Eleanor goes dow ia the
study. The minister has placed on the table
with anxious care a column of sermons with
the page turned Town at one '0n the duty
of going to church." She smiles as she
looks Mt the dusty volume. So like DOME.
| But she does not read it. She lays it down
ard opens her own book, alas! not a sermon.
Very little has she read when a shadow
comes between her and the window, and in
another moment Dallas Carew is beside her.
She looks down ut her toilet a triile con-
fused. Her grey wrapper, however becom-
Ing, is not just the thing to receive a gentle
nan In.
.'what are you reading?' he questions.
She has put her hand over the book, he can
nos read the title.
"You will be shocked-it is not a Sunday
book" She looks at him half shyly. lie
Is longing to surprise a flash OF that pretty
red color into her face. He has learned To
watch for 1t quite eagerly.
IL promise not to be shocked"
sBut %think-only think of it-a minister's
! niece staying at home on Sunday and read
ing lido not believe | will show II to
yon."
us it so very bad?' he asks, amusedly.
mo, not 50 very. There, you may Sec"
! and she holds the book before him.
Daniel De1pndd! Why l assure you l