Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1896-05-23
MRS. BOB,
BY ON STRANGE wINrER

~ really ~ strange" sighed the old
iaoyi who was very delicate aud very
primly shadowy In her whole person, IL
shoetd have thought when Tina came
mere h%rst-why she was quite a ohild-I
shonld have thought she would have mar.
RED at once. But somehow the men seem
TO think nothing OF beauty, Tina Is a
beauty
Yes, Tin Is n beauty" said the elder
sister. who had long ago given up oil idea
OF resigning her appointment to ST. Cath
crime.
Mrs. Trafford seems 10 be the great
woman here" said the mother OF the new.
ly-arrived nine daughters to her eldest
girl, Miss Chadd. Everybody Is talking
o her and half the people envying
her, Her youngest daughter married Sir
Anthony Stauntou and her niece who
lived with them married Marcas Oxford,
LORD Ceespring's only son, And now her
eldest girl, quite a plain little thing, Mrs.
Morecombe told me, is going to marty
inns handsome young Australian million.
ARE: think we shall have 10 get to know
her"
certainly should" returned Carmins
CFadd, who had no notion whatever ~
sitting quietly down ia Blankhsnpton 10
see what fate would send her
HOW happy Julia Trafford Is" said
Aiieen Adair, the Deans lovely daughter,
70 tnmeia Winstanley as they went home
across the Close a few days before the
wedding.
Yes" said Pamela, holding her head
very high as she thought OF her own
blighted hopes and the smart 32nd who
had gone ont with all gaiety and aladness
10 the tame OF THE girl ] cave behind
me" Yes. am very glad Julia is max
ing such a nice marriage. He is quite the
man OF her heart"
oh quite" returned ileep, With a soft
little sigh.
She Vas FATHER tired that evening. her
BACK acEed and she had been bridesmaid
SO 4>by times since she had come to
southampton, and she began 10 feel like
the Bishops eldest daughter often looked
look like her she never could. And she
had a liking for Anthony Mauleverer. and
fancied-nay, knew-that Anthony liked
her, too. But that wa hopeless. quite
hopeless. and 50 she gave that soft little
sigh "a they walked along.
Dear Mrs. Trafford," said Mrs. Fairlie.
sweetiy, the first time they met after the
NHSe@NAh'hh NuS dulOIuCtU, am so
glad, so glad. You Mill let as know IN
good time that we may Send our little Of
fering, won't yout' and then tho Blank
hampton Lily went on her elaborate way
rejoicing for the first time since the great
St Ewes robbery In all the glory OF a
Eew-shasen pOodle-dos wearing his well.
polished silver collar, bells and bangles.
IT. happened that when these two ladies
met and exchanged their greetings In the
High Street, on the opposite side OF the
way two persons were standing talking
together. Aud when Mrs. TrafrCrd aud
Mrs Fairlie parted, the younger OF the
Two, one Roberts, a minor-canon at the
Parish, said to tl,e other who was q man
nolding a like appointment, "'Pon my
WORD. Molyn9dx, that woman must be go
ing OH her head. Look at that dog"
Inc eld,T man turned aud watched the
Two go r.p the street, took It all in-the
hen,iiF.e walk. the Pompadour stick with
its Dc silver knob, the noticeable dog
WIZ Its silver collar and bells aud its sill
Vf< bangles on its legs-and gave a short
'Zpgh.
Isn't 1t astounding that Falrlle lets her
make such q fool OF herself" Roberts
went OIL.
lne older man aughed again.
"What would you do IL your wife got
herself up In that style," he asked.
II wouldn't nave it," said Roberts,
promptly.
And il she woaid-what would you do
then asked the ether. -
should cut It," he said. at last.
$50 does Fairlie, as much as is practical
be-" said MolyneuX.
How odd fashion is, | have often won
dered who set the fashions in Blankhamp-
ton. Not the Blankhampton Lily, tina is
certain, else The old town would have
come out In an eruption OF bejewelled
bow-wows. But still somebody must do il,
and the mention OF Mrs. Fairlle's Pompa-
dour stick reminds me that the very last
lime 4 was there | was much struck with
n fashion which had not only obtained but
was universal.
The time was mid winter, the weather
something more than broken, the state
OF the quaint old streets filthy. And every
lady under forty. aud a good many over
IL, carried a stiek-it was quite the badge
of fashion. Not n little lady-like fancy
affair but n good stout solid stick with a
good stout business like crutch handle. an
excellent help In tramping over Scotch
moors, along the coast. or for Swiss noun
tains, excellent for a poor soul with q club
foot or a weak knee. Gaily enough the
short skirted Blankhampton damsels
flourished these humping great sticks
around, but for n pathetic sight I com
mend you to "A spinster of certain age.
with skirts Killed half way TO the knee Ga
process which usually occupies both
hands, daintily picking her way through
three inches OF liquid mud, while the stout
stick is grasped in the middle by the al
ready occupied hand and swings to and
fro like the balancing pole Of q tight-rope
walker. Ye Gods! il is a sight TO make
the angels weep.