The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1894-01-12

Beech Grove is Sir Henry Higgins
property, Bell-and that it was made
out in the name Of Warren. and no
Boddington at all Now what can tina
mean:"
Mrs. Boddington's brother is tho
master Of the house"
oh indeed, Bell Well, the whole
business looks strange to me. l should
be very cautious of mixing myself III
with those people until we know a lit
tie more about thrm.'
Possibly Mrs. Lilly's caution was
whCtted to a keencr edge than usual by
the fact of her having, weeks ago. left
Il card on the new occupants of Beech
Grove, which politencsS had remained
entirely unnotieed by them But she
omitted to mention this circumstance to
Bell The newcomers formed topic
of conversation in all circles of Cod
lington society for a long time. They
| We're rather severely handled at select
| tea parties; for Codlington knew moth
ing Of them, which was an a priori pre-.
sumption that there WAS nothing good
to be said about them. And when you
talk Of people, if you cannot speak IA
| vorably You must speak unfavorably.
| The thing is clear, At least such We're
the principles and practice Of Cooling
| ton.
Meanwhile the summer waned, and
the pleasant autumn days came and
FURNISHED the foliage with golden,
brown tints, and spread a silver veil of
| mist over the horizon. ana brought cool.
| crisp weather morning ard evening
50 that walking was a pleasure and
even the straight dusty bit of road be
tween Codlington and Beech Grove be-
came delightful promenade Mrs
Jack often declared that it was a re-
markably pleasant walk; especially
| from Codlington to Beech Grove And
when Miss Barnasconi laughed 1T her
for making a bull" Mrs. Jack defend
| ed herself b. calling her friends attcn.
lon to the fact that her walk from Cod
lington 10 Beech Grove was made in
the cool morning hours. whereas that
from Beech Grove to Codlington oc-
| Cured in the hottest part of the day.
She was not singular III her opinion
as to the pleasantness of that special
bit OF road, either, for very often-n-
DEED, as the autumn advanced, it might
| be said, every morning-she was sure
| to oyertaile Mr.. Warren lettering with
| Nep at his heels. on his way homeward.
lie always took 4 morning walk by
| =. y n
his sister and brother-in-la law were very
late risers, and he could not remain in
/ the house until they should be ready to
walk, ride or drive with him. And so
and SO it came to pass that Mrs. Jack
usually overlook him on her way to
/ give her morning lesson
1t was not possible for Mrs Jack to
be often in the society Of any one-of
any one, that is to say. who showed her
i gleam Of kindlnesS-w without speak
ing frankly OF her own history and cir.
/ cumstaneeS. 1t was not only that she
leaned very readily on the opinion or
Judgment Of others, but that her nature
absolutely craved for the cordial OF
sympathy. Her troubles seemed to be
come less troublesome, her pleasures
more pleasant. her mistakes less hope
less, the moment she saw them reflected
III the mirror of another mind. Being
often in Mr.. Warrens society. she nat.
urally grew confidential with him. She
told him about Barney" and about
her father-in-law's family; and about
Popsy's sense and precocity Mr.. War
rem was especially interested in Miss
Barnasconi. 1t may be remembered
that Barney, catching glimpse Of him
/ Fom her parlor window, had reccg-
Elzed his face is once familiar to her.
And on searching Ler memory it turn
ed out that she had known Mr. Rob
ert Warren years ago who had be-
friended brother Of hers.
My father, you know" said Barney
to Mrs. Jack, was a chorus singer at
the Italian opera. He might have been
something better than 4 chorus singer,
for he had a charming voice and he
4 I,
ian into the bargain. But he-he never
was something better; and he had a
half-dozen of us children, and my poor
mother slaved and toled to keep us.
Ny father is dead and gone these five
| and-thirty years. I'm not going to rake
up his faults. Lord, have mercy on us
all. But | only say that my mother.
What with one thing and another. had
hard time Of it for many q long day.
Well, one Of my brotEers-Antonio his
name Was-showed a pretty talent for
drawing and design, and mother God
knows hoWD scraped together the
money to apprentice him to a great
mousse decorator. and the lad did we'll.
ana was getting on But. as ill-fOrt,lne
would have it, he tumbled from scaf-
rOldlng when he was decorating the
ceiling of a great rich East India mer-
chant, who had a fine house and want
ed to make it finer, and poor Tonic
broke his collarbone and dislocated his
wrist, and then lie was on his back in
the hospital for long time. The
nephew Of the East India merchant
happened to see the accident and he
went to the hospital to look after Tonic.
and he came to mother to break the
news to her, and he was as good as an
angel to us ALL His uncle was very
generous with his money, and we were
very grateful for his help. But young
! Mr.. Warren-mother said If prayers
| and blessings could do him any good he