Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-06-10
$50 young and so unfender?
SO young, my lord, and true"

CHAPTER I.
$50 young and so unfender3
So young, my lord, and true"
King Jeer.
II In a cold evening toward the end of jan
nary, the slantlng rays OF the winter sun arc
Illuminating the windows and wall OF The
Old brick parsonage, II is almost time Tor II
to wholly disappear, but Its last rays are still
lingering as though loatli 10 leave the bright
snow clad earth. Listen! even now one can
hear the old clock In the minister's study
striking O--three-four--fve Now it
has ceased and there Is no sound save the loud
plirring of the huge grey cat OH the hearth.
Push aside these yellow vines, which clus-
ter 80 thickly about the window, and you
ran look into the study. Such snug, coy
little room, with its huge fire place, faded
carpet, and rubbed old leather furniture which
looks as though 1t might have served In the
year one. The book case with it, cracked
glass doors and rusty volumes OF sermons
and essays with here and there stray poet
lntermingled, the minister's desk with pens,
Ink and pen-wiper all by loving hands ar
ranged, and the tiny centre table OH which
Jeremy Taylor" "Ihe Pilgrims Progress
and volume OF Shakespeare resplendent I'm
blue and gold, stand out in bold relief. There
Is little worn piano standing open, with
music lying loose about 1t, for the most part
old time songs, which the world is trying to
do away with nowadays.
Drawn close before the fire In the minister's
old arm chair in which lie had written his
sermons for tho last twenty years girl is
sitting. AS she is my heroine must try and
give truthful picture OF her. She had
head that Greek sculptor might have en-
We'd, and IL is thckly covered with soft gold
bronze locks. that lie in loving little curls
about her low, broad forehead. Her eyes, we
ran not see very much of them truly, so
heavily are they shaded by their long black
!ashes as she bends over her book, just now
she lifts them TO glance out OF the window
and one can see they are very large dark and
dreamy-of that indescnbable cllangeful color
80 changeful that We hardly know what
name 10 give them. Her complexion too, is
exquisite, not lily fair but OF sof. creamy
hue, with flashes OF bright carnation color
which come and 90 as she speaks--yes my
| Eleanor is very beautiful.
| There is an indolent, careless expression
on her face as she turns the pages Of her
book. No volume Of sermons but yellow
backed novel OF doubtful origin.
! The door opens noisclessly, and q pretty
little maiden OF some five summers comes
into the room and creeping up TO the girl
| lays one tiny hand upon her arm.
Has mamma come yet Aunty?'
Not yet" answers the girl laying down
her book with yawn.
| The child says no more but continues TO
gaze at her with earnest lntentness.
What are YOU thinking about Daisy?'
/ questions her aunt after she has borne this
close scrutiny for at least i've minutes.
IL was thinking how beautiful you are"
answ&s the little one with child-like candor.
Don't you think so!'
You shouldn't ask me such questions
Daisy"
but don't you?' insists the child.
The faintest perceptible fash of color
sweeps over the girls face for moment,
then she answers half lazily.
''Oh yes, Daisy, since you want an honest
confession think I'm ever so pretty, there
are you satisfied little tuthful?''
Before Miss Daisy can reply, the door
opens aud lady wrapped in heavy furs EN-.
tiers, at the sight OF whom the child rushes
forward with joyous cry Of mamma mann
pa" and filings herself head-long into her
arms.
Gently, gently my darling, you are tear
ing my dress. let mamma go to the fire and get
warm. What, Nelly, dreaming as usualy'
She had seated herself close TO her sister
and thrown OF her furs, bright. pretty face
with crisp, dark hair and laughing brown
eyes.
"No--not dreaming"
"You should have been with me, l have
had such glorious walk, II is just freezing
out doors"
VI don't like freezing weather"
"What do YOU like anyway. Nothing very
much in my opinion"'
Eleanor smiles, but does not answer
You do look so abominably lazy" goes
on her sister drawing OF her gloves In a
quick, energetic fashion. II heard you ex-
actIy described this evening"
did you?'
Yes some one said to me- How is the lit
tie Dolce far nicRte.' At first l did not know
Of whom they were speaking, but at length
IL dawned on me that they meant YOU"
May j ask who they is?'
-: thought yaul really cared to know,
but you look 80 indifferent sitting there with
your eyes shut as il YOU were going TO sleep"
Eleanor opened her eyes with little start.
"But assure you my dear Helen, / AIN
not going to sleep. have no such idea"
Nell il was the Professor" Ohis with Q
vivid blush).
"Oh, with quick glance at her sister.
what were those funny words you said
just now mammal What did they mean 20
says Daisy eagerly.
Never mind, something you would not
understand. -
II will ask him TO tell you and what they
mean next time he comes. Daisy" says
Eleanor gavely. And now go and get
nurse 10 smooth your hair for tea" ::
There Is silence for few moments. Flea
nor has clasped her white hands above her !.
head, and is regarding her sister intently.
80 you met Professor Parker, this even
ing !
YES. he walked with me to the Office. .
Are YOU going to marry him, lieleny' ,
'Oh, Nelly, how can You say such n .
thing" cries the other reproachfully. Don't
you think would have told you, had any
such ideaY' !
Il don't know whether you would or not"
ut Is true cries her sister" kneeling down
BY her and leaning her head against her
euObluci. ~ - tiNc yOu liO COu-
fdent OF me. and never tell me anything
about your affairs, yet you know although
am seven years older than you, still al
ways tell yon everything, and you, you tell
NE nothing
"For the best reason In the world, l have
never anything TO tell"
II know, we all know, love you far bet
ter than you love me-" continues her sister
gazing teariuIly into the lire. "You are such
a cold-hearted, indifferent creature you don't
care for anyone"
"You wrong me, Helen. do love you
very much. don't think its my nature to
love very many people. Pm not aniable like
you, but love you and Donie very much,
and, with mischieyous glance). I'll try
and love the Professor, too, for your sake"
"Well," exclaims the other, not choosing
20 regard the latter part OF her sisters speech,
IL must say ! think you are moderate to con-
descend TO say that you are fond Of a sister
who adores you and an uncle who has been
and Is moro than father to yo,i."
$50 he has dear old Donie. Well, Helen,
can't love every one y0C know"
..Icgen saws the other contemptuously,
Al.