Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1895-08-17

his wife: Rhoda, as an expert and willing
needlewoman, being sure o I q welcome,
for her own sake. in a family which ia.
clnded a uumber OF young children, Miss
Henley had only to order her carriage, and
TO be within reach Of the farm. A week
seldom passed without q meeting between
the mistress and the maid.
In the mean time, Mountjoy (absent IN
France did not forget to write TO Iris.
His letters offered little hope of q speedy
return. The doctors mad not concealed
from him that his fathers illness would
end fatally; but there were reserves Of
vital power still left, which might prolong
the struggle. Under these melancholy
circumstances, he begged that Iris would
write 10 him. The ofteuer she could tell
him OF the little events Of her life at home
the more kindly she would brighten the
days of a dreary life.
Eager TO show, even In a trifing matter,
past kindness, Iris related the simple story
Of her life at home, in weekly letters adj.
dressed to her good friend. After telling
Hugh (among other things) of Rhoda's es-
tablishment at the farm, she had some un-
expected results to relate, which had fol-
lowed the attempt to provide herself with
u new maid.
ly engaged-each recommended by the
lady whom she had last served. with that
utter disregard of moral obligation which
appears TO he shamelessly on the increase
in the England Of our day. The first Of
the two maids, described as rather excit-
able" revealed infrmities Of which
suggested q lunatic asylum as the only ft
place for her. The second young woman,
detected In stealing eau-de-cologne, and
using ii (mixed with water) as an into XII
eating drink. claimed merciful construc-
ton of her misconduct on the ground that
she had been misled by the example OF her
last mistress.
AT the third attempt to provide herself
with a servant IRIS was able to report the
discovery of q responsible person who
told the truth-an unmarried lady OF mid.
die age.
In this case, the young was lie
scribed AS a servant thoroughly trained in
the performance OF her duties, honest.
sober, industrious, of an even temper, aud
~unprovided with "a follower" In the
shape OF a sweetheart. Even her name
sounded favorably IL the ear OF q stranger
lit was Fanny Mere. Iris asked how q
servant, apparently possessed of q fault
less character, came to be in want of q
situation. At this question the lady sigh
cd. and acknowledged that she had ''made
O dreadful discovery" relating to the past
life OF her maid. 1t proved to be the old,
the miserably old, story of o broken prom
.se of marriage. and OF the penalty paid as
usual by the unhappy woman. II will say
nothing OF my own feelings" the maiden
lady explained. in Justice to the other
female servants. 1t was impossible for me
to keep such a person in my house: and,
In justice to you, | must most willingly
stand Ia the way of Fanny Mere's pros
poets by mentioning my reason for parting
with her"
IF ! could see the young woman and
speak to her" Iris said, II should like to
decide the question OF engaging he: for
The LAZY knew the address of her dis
charged servant, and, with some appear
ance OF wonder, communicated ii. Miss
Henley wrote at once, telling Fanny Mere
to come to her on the following day.
When she woke on the next morning,
later than usual, an event occurred which
Iris had been impatieutly expecting for
some time past. She found a letter wait
ing on her bedside table. side by side with
her cup OF tea. Lord Harry had written
70 her 1T last.
Whether he used his pen or his tongue.
the Irish lords conduct was always more
or less In need Of an apology, Here were
the guilty ones new excuses, expressed in
his customary medley Of frank confession
aud iowery language,
liam fearing. my angel. that have offend
This miserable Harry might have made me
happy by writing TWO lines-and what Gocs no
dol He sends y message In words which tell
me nothing.
Ny sweet girl, the reason why "a that I W 9
In two minds when your man stopped mo ON
my way to tho ship.
Whether II wns best for you'll was not
thinking OF myseif-t0 0ufcss tho plain truth
or to take refuge In aneclionate quiyocltion
was moro than ! could decide " the time.
Whom minutes are enough for your intelii-
rence.m my stupidity wants days. Well! 1 saw
u at last "A maj owes tho truth TO q true wo-
man: I'D you are u true woman. There v:u
md q process OF r~easoning-i have been 0ve
days getting hold Of IL.
But tell me one thing frst. Brutus killed q
man; Charlotte Corday killed n man. One or
tho two victims was q finc tyrant. and the
other q mean tyrnnt. Nobody blames those
two historical assassips. Why then biam; mo
for Wishing TO make u third? lea mere mol
ern murderer beneath my vengeance, by Q M
payison with two classical tyraats who dii
heir murders by dcputys The man who xiii
"a Arthur Mountjoy 10 next TO Cain alone ti.
most atrocioue homicide that ever trod tho
9iry ,ways OF thIs earth. Tbers 10 my reply
cali IL . crusher,
So nov my MUD 10 easy. Darling. lot me
make your mind easy next.
when ] left you ~ tho window Of vimpany's
house. I was on b. the other railroad TO md
the murderer In his hiding place by the seat
eide. He bad left II; but I rot = trace, and
went back to London-to the docks. some
vplAin tn ireland who knovs my purpose, msss