Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1895-02-08

A hand laid on his arn-a whispeR
which always fell on his Earring nerves
like a soft fingertouch on q ~Quiver3ue
harp-string.
"near, yesterday when I was thank.
ing Mr.. SLACK for all his Kindness, he
said-you know his quick, husky way Of
speaking-'Madamc, you may have q
hard life-I rather think you will-but I
hope you will never know one hardship:
to find yourself in your old age without
one single human being whom you have
a right to be kind to-"
moved. "NIy little Conscience! you are
ceedingly kind, ns he always is; and Mrs.
.Jardine will enjoy her drive exceeding
ly."
So she did-to an almost pathetic de-
gree-for it was weeks since she had been
outside the garden gate. And the whole
world was so lovely that still November
d~ay-Novcmbcr, but bright US June; 1t
often is so in Scotland-all the fading
landscape looked as beautiful us nm old
face sometimes looks to eyes that loved
it when it was young.
These two, sitting side by side and
hand in hand, though they hid the lat
ter fact under n kindly plaid from John
+'c coachman, were young still; to them
dying year brought only q charm of
sadness. They were very happy, and all
the happier, Roderick declared, because
in their circuit of nearly twenty miles,
owing to the rarely fine day, they found
everybody "out' except one family-the
SyMingtons.
Sir John-a "ine old Scottish gentle
man" of the last gencration-with his old
wife beside him, still keeping the remains
of that delicate English beauty which
had captured him fifty years ago, WERE,
even Roderick owned, quite a picture.
And they remembered his father; and
they had known Cousin Silence. Their
friendly; and their house, upon which,
being childless, they had expended all
they had to spend, was full OF art treas
ures collected abroad, each with a his
tory and nh interest. The old couple
seemed still to have the utmost enjoy
mcnt in life, and to have the faculty of
making others enjoy life too.
II knew you would like Them" snid ST.
lence, when, having sent the carriage
away, they walked home through tho
wood-path, which. Sir John carefully
pointed out to them, made Symington
only Il quarter of an hours distance from
Blacklnlll.
eyes, / like them. That is just the sort
Of house l should care to go to, if l could
go. Lucky folk those S%ymingtons. They
seem to have had everything heart can
DESIRE"
mot quite. Did you see q miniature
W Lady Sy%mington's armchair? She
saw me looking at it. and said-you
should have heard the tone, quiet as she
is-'That was our Only SONNY one child!
lie died at seven years DID, 1 think"
Silence continued. softly, 'if you do not
mind, 1 should like now and then to go
and see Lady Symington."
Her husband pressed her arm, and then
said, suddenly, My innocent wife, what
n happy way you have of taking every
thing"
cit is because I am so happy"
"And Ives. 1 ought to be happy, too,
God knows! But"
She put her hand upon his lips. "God
does know. And L know, too. Many
things are very hard for you to bear
much harder for you than for me. We
will not speak of them: we will just pear
them. We can bear them, l think, to-
gether."
"Ies, my darling"
And after that he made no more "mis-
%a,tilropic" speeches for the whole even
ing.
CTo be continued.o