Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1894-01-13

| Cletu. JOlllcu MIN.
The were alone, and could say few
words in comfort.
"Denman. old boy am perfectly hap
py"
Dcnman wished 10 express his pleasure
but Florence gave him no opportunity o
doing so. All the Joy in the good inan'i
heart bubbled TO the surface.
"Just think OF Il, job! Is IL not astonsh
ing that n pretty young girl Ike that
could accept met ! know quite well that
! am ugly. and certainly not very young,
for | am foity-four Many another abe
might have married, without counting
Frank, who. you know. worshipped her
But no. She wanted Billy Florence. and
i she has got him. 1t came about. tor in
such an extraordinary fashion. For some
time / had noticed she was sad and out OF
spirits. i feared lest some unfortunate
love affair caused this stat, of things. In
vain did her moth and talk IL over to-
gether. We could think Of no one whom
she could possibly care a pin for. Final
naliy. one morning, i'll came Mra. Chipp.
all in tears, 10 my office. 1T is You. VIII
liam, whom she lovesr she cried. And so
it was. just think Of that. old fellow
And who ever heard of man having two
such strokes of good luck following so
close ON one another as ] have had in this
yeari To be admitted into the house Of
Speed as full partner. with 40 capital but
my brains, and TO have Sylvia for my
wife,
At this moment a couple loated into She
room, a youthful pair alike handsome,
alike young, waited, as il were. on the in
toxicating strains of the voluptuous
music
The bride was looking straight into the
eyes of her husbands partner, and the
bps OF both were moving rapidly as they
whispered into each others ear
1T is falser Kissed Sylvia. fiercely, but
still smiling.
Il swear ii is truel- answered the
young man, even palcr than the bride.
my uncle insisted on it. lie was dying.
and you were gone. How could | resist -
From afar, Florence looked Mt the pair
in admiration.
"How pretty she is How well they
dance together"
But az the two caught sight Of him they
separated, and Sylvia went directly to-
wards her husband.
"You here 7" she said. Everyone il
looking for you. Why are you not in the
ballroom Z"
And as she spoke. she hastily re-tied
his cravat, while Florence smiled out Of
the corner Of his eyes at job. and was too
delighted with the little hai.d futtering
at mis- throat 10 notice the trembling Of
each slender finger
"tiive me your arm" she said. and they
entered the ballroom together.
Her long white train made his badly
cut. ill-feeling coat appear still worse, but
coat can be made over again. and it was
necessary to accept him as he was.
Nevertheless. Sylvia had moment Of
/ gratificd vanity a she bowed to the right
and to the left in their progress.
Unfortunately, it soon came 10 an end.
I for IN the corner sat young and pretty
I woman. whom no one asked to dance.
As soon as he perceived her. Florence
/ at once went to her. and Sylvia found her.
/ self compelled TO take a seat at her side.
I 1t is needless 10 say that this lady was
Mrs. George To whom else would he
have spoken with this respectful tender
ness In whose hand but hers would he
have placed his little Sylvia's, as La
said
| .you will love her, will you not2 You
are so good. and she needs your advice so
much-your knowledge Of the world"
but you forget interrupted Mrs.
George, Sylvia and l are great friends
already. We have every reason 10 love
each other"
And her quiet honest eyes looked frank
~ into those Of her companion.
Utterly ignorant of the way of women.
| and in the habit of treating Sylvia az a
mere child, Florence continued in the
same tone
take pattern by her. darling. There
is no one like her in the world. She il
lt ta her h,5 5fafthas fds s;,S ilae 1aui SssA 4sA c
without reply. bat slight silver ran
from the tip of her satins hoe to the small
est bud in her wreath OF on" 0e-blos
SONS. But honest Florence saw nothing.
The hall. the music. the lights. and the
flowers had intoxicated him. He thought
/ everyone as happy as himself. and knew
and suspected nothing of the Iivalries
and petty jealouscs that went ON about
! him.
/ lie did not see De Lacy, with his elbow
on the chimney piece. one hand on his hip,
I holding his hat. waiting for the time to
come to utilize his especial talents; nor
did he notice Mr.. Chipp leaning against
/ pillar of the door. more furious than ever
against the Speeds.
! Oh. these Speeds. Why should they
occupy such CONSPICUOUS position at the
weddingl What had they to do with it
And he. the father Of the bride. had not
even been presented TO Mrs. George.
And the little man east enraged glances
at his wife, who sat smiling in supreme
content.
4 AT the wedding, rs 1T almost all others,
/ the distinct circles jostleI against each
other. but did not harmonizc, Finally.
/ one gave way to the other.
"Those Speeds" who so irritated Mr..
/ Chipp. magnate OF the Stock Exchange,
distinguished solicitor, and the old mil
( lionaire. Mr.. Gray, who formed the aristoc-
racy of the ball, all retired about mid
night.
Then the bride with her mother and
Florence. slipped away, leaving Mr.. Chip,
who had recovered his spirits, to do the
! honors.
| Through the deserted roads the bridal
carriage rolled heavily towards the new
( home Mrs. Chipp talked INCREASINGLY,
I enumera,ing all the splendors of this
memorable day, dwelling especially on
I the dinner. the ordinary carte of which
had been TO her the epitome Of luxury.
! Sylvia was half asleep in the corner OF the
( carriage, and Florence's heart was too
( full TO speak. Once he attempted 10 take
in his the little white hand that rested uD
the window. but it was quickly with
drawn, and he sat lost in client alteration.
Once the carriage stopped. TO drop Mrs.
Chipp at her own door, which was all too
narrow for the voluminous founces of her
gorgeous dress. A few minutes later the
carriage drew up before the iron gates OF
an old house in Lambeth.
The bride leaned forward. Had not all
the lights been extinguished, Florence
would have seen the smile of triumph that
lit up the pretty, enigmatical face.
The noise of the wheels was deadered
by the fine gravel Of AN avenue which
led to the residence. Ii was there, ON the
ground floor, that George Speed lived. and
the Flolences were to occupy the second.
The house, simple IA il was. had yet an
air of luxury that night, lent by the
flowers and ferns that lined the hall and
staircase.
While Florence surveyed his new home
in supreme content, Sylvia retreated to
her bedroom. She first carefully surveyed
herself in the long mirror, and then calm
ly turned to examine, in leisurely
fashion. each detail of this-to her--un-
wonted luxury. This examination over.
she threw open window and stepped out
upon the balcony. The night was clear
and mild. BY the waning light OF the
moon she saw the whole of the manuiac-
tory. with its many windows apd tall