Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-09-02

restless steps, for he can not sleep for
thought OF her. A man with dark, deep-set
ey es and close-cut, red-brown hair. And
between them the sea rolls, and 1t walls and
cries as a mother mourning for her dead.
CHAPTER xxvL
.Outl out brief candle!
LIES but "a walking shadow-a poor player
That struts and frets his hou- upon the stage,
And then 10 heard no more"
Macbeth.
"Do as | tell you, Trlco, or you shall not
have another bone to-day"
Trlco does not seem 10 be particularly
alarmed by this threat. Perhaps he knows
his mistress inability TO carry It out. At all
events he, contrary to her commands. lies
has gone fishing with a party OF gentlemen;
he Will not be back until dinner. Eleanor
and Trico are alone. She is making believe
this morning that she Is Nelly Hathwell
again.. She has put on a plain black dress OF
broad, black ribbon. She is not stately,
beautiful Mrs. Allen to-day: she is pretty,
Indifferent, little Neil Hatiiweii.
Falling 10 find amusement from the scanty
bookcase, she has been endeavoring by
threats, brides and pats TO induce Trico TO
amble gracefully about the floor on his hind
legs. His collar Is adorned with sundry gay
ribbons; there Is a little bell tied to each OF
his front paws, and his face wears a puzzled,
inquiring expression, as though striving to
gain some solution OF this new freak.
You are as obstinate as a bear, Trico,"
cries his mistress, giving him a pat that
makes the little bells jingle-jingie. up,
sirv
Trico rises and ways his tail expectantly.
Now dance, Trico; / will sing for you.
After all, with a little sigh, you are not
half as docile as Birdo. though you are pref
tier, but take heed, Trico, beauty, Is not
everything. II don't always get what you
want, as your mistress knows, doggy; sense
is better, so cherish what little you've got.
And now I'll take these toys off you, and lie,
! you be your dear old self again."
II is ten O'Clock, ten O'Clock on a bright
May morning, a morning when the azure OF
the sky has banished all darker clouds, a
morning when the birds sing and all nature
In a stuffv little cock-loft in a crowded little
hotel? There is the ocean before you, and
very beautiful it is. Eleanor is not lonely
though her only companion is Tric0. VIM
Indeed can be very lonely that has the power
OF thought? Not only noble thoughts, as
Sidney Smith tells us, for I'm afraid there il
little enough OF nobility about Eleanor's
speculations into the past. present, and fu'
ture, but egotistical she may be, for she is
very well content.
Well" she says, after q pause, rising and
going to the window, well, | believe | will
go 10 walk"
Trico bounds TO his feet, and ii dogs smile
tand l believe they do) he amiles now. sc
she puts on her hat and, arm ed with sketch
book and pencils, prepares 10 depart, fol
lowed by IrieO, joyfuIly Wagging his tail.
This walk does not mean q stroll down "a
the beach TO sit and think the sad thoughts
which the murmuring waves whisper, but a
real walk behind the hotel, where the hills
rise and stretch away in the distance and the
great fir trees tewer so far into the blue
ether that their slender tops seem close
against the sky"
Perhaps it is not quite proper for her tC
wander so far away with only a great brown
setter for company, but OF this she does mol
think.
Through the trees which are just putting
ont their fair young buds, over the SOFT
Srs : m i% coolest sad deM sa'l s ssens soe al " hso@,
her path the tall Golden Rod waves il
branches: she BUCKS long strands and fas
tens them in her gown. The white May
flowers bow their little heads to her as she
passes, and the pretty blue-bells try to theil
uttermost to ring her a welcome as she goes
but ii is so low that only the fairies hear 1t
The purple spring violets peep shyly uI
from their cool, green homes and then hide
their tiny heads again, but tire pale forget
me-nOts look steadily up with their swee'
blue eyes, for they are OLD friends. They
have many sisters who grow by the banks oi
~ tAtNth tlAok tllS Olu Nv DiA
sonage, and she loves them and has badt
them remember heS
SO she goes on a long way, and presently
she comes into an open space, and out OF
rock close by come forth a tiny spring anC
she kneels down and puts her lips to it
A bit OF golden rod frees itself from hel
gown and falls into the spring; Ii float:
about awhile, then sinks. as though weighed
down by its w gold. But Eleanor has no
ended her walk yet, though from the sun one
would say midday was well advanced. She
turns into a little path and Tfico bounds Oh
before. Suddenly "a bend brings her out from
among the trees and she stands amazed. fol
before her, half hidden by tall, oak tree,
and clambering vines, lies an old briel
house. Large and spacious 1t is, and the
broad grounds which surround it are EN-
closed by all old line stone wall, with some
of the gray rocks loosened and s0me gone,
Moss grows upon the top. and through the
crevices bright thistles and wind rosebud,
peep their heads. Back of this old, quainI
mansion, just a little behind il, is a tiny
chapel. Ind though 1t !s not Sunday the
bells are ringing. You can just hear them
low and sweet are they.
Everything Is 80 peaceful. so still, that on,
might fancy they had CHANGED upon en-
chanted glOund. Eleanor stands quite still
and Trlco forgets to bark.
She wonders what ii is, but she does no
hlI VI thdt oIu otobC kdtI, ANU
which the fearless robins have made theil
nests, but she sits down on q fallen log anc
opens her sketch book; this fair scene shall
be hers. SO with Il few skillful, rapiC
strokes she transfers the old. iviad house
with Its little chapel and fair, iiowercover
go. Il will ask Joe about 1t this evening"
she thinks. When we 20 to drive we viii
come this way" Their, with u last look, SHE
turns to go.
Before she reaches the 'NGrand' she IL
sorely tired. Trico Is tired, too; his tai
hangs dejectedly between his legs, he la.
not even the energy TO pursue 4 CANDY
striped lizard that rustles across the path
and SO they go on together. linn Is ready
when they reach the hotel. Eleanor has
but time 10 bind up her golden locks; so
much against her husbands will. she zoe.
down IN the shabby little black dr,ss. But
indeed, who Is there to see them?
The dogcart will be ready at six, E!ea
nor" says Joe, over Lls watery soup. do
be ready IL you can"
Il will be. Joe, | had such a nice walk
O-day. l wan you to drive over that way
this evening, for there Is an odd, old house;
perhaps you can tell me what IL is"
Dinner passes of well enough, only Joe
drinks a trifie, just q trifie, too much wine
but his wife has learned better than to re-
monstrate with him for this. and merely
watches him with something very like con
tempt shining In her eyes. And after din
ner Is over they go up stairs get ready
tvf the drive. II is quite "a respectable turn
out which Joe has hunted mp, 4 tiny dog
cart drawn by a spirited bay; too spirited
indeed, to suit Mrs. Aliens taste.
Does he not look very skittish, Joey!' sh'
SAYS, standing hesitatingly before il and 10
membering the wine, which is not calculated
To steady her husbands hand. II am rattle
good Judge OF horses, and to me he look
tricky"
Nonsense. Get In, don't be all night"
So she gets IN, for after all no doubt h,
knows best. They drive of. followed by tin
admiring glances OF mine host and his strug
CLING guests, who have planted themselve,
on the porch to view the exit.
Joe Is IN high good humor at having gainet
his point. See" no cries, The goes a
gentle rs q lamb.v
II see he does, but ! do not like his look.
set. Turn this way, joe"
He takes the way she wishes, and present
ly she espies with Joy the old brick house.
There Joe. what Is II, do you know
"Yes, it's q convent" returns her husband
sat least, / don't believe they call Il that
but II one would call q spade q spade. that Il
the proper name for It A high church af
fair, but IN my opinion quite As good IS thu
real thing
How quiet 10 looks says Eleanor, gag
ing with strangely Interested eyes ct Oh,
peaceful sccne. II should think one woult
be happy there"
'ItsQuiet enough, I'll warrant you but q
to happiness I'm not so sure. After all, III