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
Boddngton at all Now what can tha
mtant'
Mrs Boddington'S brother is tho
master of the house
ooh. indeed, Bell Well the whole
business looks strange to me. l should
be very cautious Of mixing myself up
with those people until We know lit
tie more about them"
Possibly MIS- Lllys caution was
whctted to Il kcencr edge than usual by
the fact Of her having. weeks ago, left
q card on the new occupants of Beech
Grove. which politeness had remained
entirely unnotced by them. But she
omitted to mention this circumstance to
Bell. The newcomers formed a topic
Of conversation in all circles of Cod
lington society for Il long time. They
| were rather severely handled at select
tea parties; for Codlington knew moth
ing of them, which was an 4 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 unfayorably.
The thing is clear. At least such were
the principles and practice Of Codiing-
| ton.
Meanwhile the summer waned, and
| the pleasant autumn days came and
FURNISHED the foliage with golden
! brown tints, and spread Il silver veil of
| mist over the horizon. and brought cool
| crisp weather morning and evening
50 that walking was Il pleasure. and
even the straight. dusty bit Of road be
Il a 4 10
! came delightful promenade. Mrs.
Jack often declared that it was IA re-
markably pleasant walk: especially
from Codlington to Beech Grove. And
when Miss Barnascon laughed at her
for making a bull" Mrs Jack defend
ed herself by calling her friends atten-
ton to the fact that her walk from Cod
lington to 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 in her opinion
as to the pleasantness of that special
bit of road, either; for very often-iu-
deed, as the autumn advanced, it might
be said. every molning-she was sure
to oyertake Mr. Warren lettering with
Nep at his heels, on his way homewarl
lie always took Il morning walk by
himself, he explained to Mrs Jack, for
his sister and brOthei-in-laW were very
late rlsers, and he could not remain in
the house until they should be ready to
walk, ride or drive with him. And so
AMI 50 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
gieam Of kindliness- without speak
ing frankly of her own history and cir.
cumstances. 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
in the mirror of another mind Being
often in Mr.. Warren's 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 MAS
Barnasconi. 1t may be remembered
that Barney, catching a glimpse of him
from her parlor window, had recog-
Ezed his face as 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
70 Mrs. Jack, was a chorus singer at
the Italian opera He might have been
something better than d chorus singer
Tor he had charming voice and he
Knew music well. and he was al Ital-
ian into the bargain But he-he never
was something better; and he had a
halr-dozen Of us children. and my poor
mother slayed and toiled to keep u.s.
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 Il long day
Well, one Of my brothers-Antonio his
name Was-showed 4 pretty talent for
drawing and design, and mother God
knows howl scraped together the
money to apprentice him to 4 great
house decorator, and the lad did we'll
and was getting on. But, as ill-fortune
would have it, he tumbled from scat
rolding when he was decorating the
ceiling of 4 great rich East India mcr-
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 he was on his back in
the hospital for a 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 HELM But young