Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-11-20
flowing over his shoulders and hi. eve.

dowing over his shoulders and his eyes
half shut.
"We've got a new visitor IN at the
Hail." said the coachman, setting down
the pewter, from which he had taken n
temperate draught-"Lord Wyvern."
will he be q Lord of Session, MI.
Stubbs?' asked the Scotch gardener"
This is a real lord" rcjoined the coach
man, almost Grossly. why, man, it's
Earl Wyvern. n of the richest earls,
I've heard tell, in broad England. His
lordship's no stranger here. and he's an
old friend of Sir William Hcrrick's. He
came here first with his young bride
poor thing!-that died curly in foreign
parts. And the next time he came to
stay ut the Hall he was n widower, as
grave to look at, though not so stern-like
us now. Then it was that the great mis-
fortune happened that our Sir William
n his lady felt SO much for, though, of
course, 1t was worse for his lordship,
Haven't ye heard the story, Mr.. Meikle-
john?"
Mr.. Meiklejohn had heard no story in
any way connected with Earl Wyvern,
II said so.
His lordship, as l said BEFORE" re-
sumed the coachman, 'came back again
a widower, to visit our master ut the
Hall. He wasn't called Lord Wyvern
then-hc was not, because. you see, his
father, the old earl. did not die for n mat
ter of three years after that. so my lord
was called Lord Ludlow. It's the second
title in the family. If his lordship's son
had not come to Il sad ending he'd be Lord
Ludlow this day"
but how did this sad ending happen,
l Mn Sf,,I1. ~ .1o,,,~ ,,1~1 H.. S...A:l ...-
dener.
john replied the %coachman, returning
to the pith of his story. My lord brought
down with him, besides his valet. Il nurse
for the child. Il very respectable. tidy
young person. This young person. the
maid, used to go, with the peralnbulator
and the little child, who may have been
four, or something near that age, here
and there, bit most to the sands at
Horseshoe BAY. and sit down there and
read, or look nj the sea, as girls Ike that
will do; and one day. when a sudden
storm came on. she didn't come back.
When the Child and the nurse were miss
ed there was Il search. but it was too
late. The perambulator was found empty
above high-water mark. and so was the
open book the girl had been reading. But
that was all, and nothing more was
known until four days later, the body
of the young woman was found, poor
thing. But the child's poor. beautiful lit
tie corpse was never found-washed out
to sea-, no doubt. and"
Here IL sudden crash interrupted the
narrator, as Obadiah dropped his long
church-wardcn pipe. and the fragile clay
was smashed to pieces on the sanded
floor.
whats that:" exclaimed MIR. Mcikel-
john.
"Nothing. The old cove in the corner
must have nodded off to sleep. l suppose
answered the coachman. glancing toward
the captain of jet hunters. with whose
personal appearance he did not happen
tn be acquainted.
But Obadiah sat quite still and ap.
peared to be unaffected either by the
story he had just heard, or by the de-
molition of his pipe. Quietly the captain
of the jet hunters rose from his seat in
the corner md stalked out of the room,
paying his modest reckoning as he passed
the bar, and went out into the dusk of the
coming night.
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