Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1895-09-14
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wlLkIE COLLISs.
XIV. ORD HARRY's HONEY
MOON,

--~orER XXIv. LORD HAlRY's HONEY
MOON.
The next day Hugh received a visit from
she last person IN the little world OF his
acquaintance whom he expected TO see.
The lost Mrs. Vimpany presented herself
at the hotel.
She looked unuaturally older since
Mountioy had last seen her. Her artificial
complexion was gone. The discarded
rouge that a once overlaid her cheeks
through O long succession of years, had
left the texture Of the skin coarse and had
turned the color of IL to "a dull yellowish
tinge. Her hair, once 80 skillfully dark
c1cd. was now permitted 10 Tell the truth,
and revealed the sober coloring Of Hge, In
gray. The lower face had fallen away In
substance: and even the penetrating
brightness Of her large dark eyes vas a
little dimmed. All that had been left In
her of the attractions Of past days owed
its vital preservation TO her stage training.
Her suave grace OF movement, aud the
deep elocutionary melody of her voice,
stiff identified Mrs. Vimpany--disguised
! as she was la u dress Of dull brown, sIorn
without mercy Of the milliner's hideous
improvements to the figure.
will you shake hands with me, Mr..
MountjDyi'' Those were the first words
she said to him, in a sal, subdu4t man
ner. on entering the room.
"Why not,' Hugh asked, giving her hts
hand.
You can have no very favorable re-
menlbrunce OF me-" she answered. Bat
| hops 10 produce a better impression-if
You may, or may not, have heard of my
separation from nv husband. Anyway,
IL IL needless TO trolble you on the sub
ject; you know Mr.. Vimpany: you can
guess what ! have suffered. and why ]
have left him. if he omes to you. /
hope You will not tell him where Lady
Harry is"
Hugh i~nterposed: pray don't speak
Of her by that name! Gail her Iris as /
do"
A faint reflection Of the old stage-smile
trembled on Mrs. Vimpany's worn and
weary face.
"Ah. Mr.. Mountjoy, / know whom she
ought TO have married. The worst enemy
OF women is their ignorance of men-and
they only learn TO u better when il is
too late. try to be hopeful for Iris. in
the time 10 come. but my fears conquer
me-
She paused. sighed. aud pressed her open
hand on her bosom, unconsciously betrav-
Ing In that action some of the ineradicable
training Of the theatre.
II am almost afraid TO say that | love
Iris" she resumed, but this | know: IL I
am not so bad As | once was, ! owe il TO
that dearest aud sweetest OF women! But
for the days that | passed in her company,
! might never had tried to atone for my
passed life by works OF mercy. When 9th
or people take the way Of amendment,
wonder whether they find it rs hard to
follow. at first, as ] did,'
There is no doubt OF 1t. Mrs. Fimpany
If people are sincere. Beware Of the sin
ners who talk OF sudden conversion and
perfect happiness. May | ask how you be
gan your new life.'
II began unhappily. Mr.. Mouutjoy-I
Joined a nursing Sisterlood. Before long,
"A dispute broke out among them. Think
quarrelling about churches and church
services-priest's vestments and attitudes.
aud candles and incense! / left them. aud
went to n hospital, and found The doctors