Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1896-08-06

any daughter and / ,eil take supper to-
gcthcr."
winked, cajoled and used to further
plans which had no relation to her own
we'll bcing.
She Thought and thought until it
seemed that her head must burst. She
grew dizzy and feverisn. and little
misty spots gathered before her eyes
and ~ she stared at them slowly dis
solved. She walked up and down, then
hung herself down ON tho bishops bed,
then rose again and from sheer vacuity
fancicd the cresses of tho pillows were
fashioning themselves into nm episcopal
c0untenance. Her eyes throbbed and
burned, but her fount Of tears was sear-
Cd, and ahc could not weep. She began
10 suspect that her mothers punish
monta werc more e~f!icacious than she
had dreamed. But all tho fierce rebel.
lion Of outraged individuality rose to
protest against surrender. and she re-
solved to set steel against steel and to
endure to the end.
Two or three hours passed and the
0oO4 y AbIbOUlb tuV bAJl1ltW ll1C JtIbskUtNI.
Then steps which she instantly recog-
nixed were heard in the hall. A key
wan thrust into tho keyhole, and the
door was opened. The pastor appeared
on the threshold with n much perturbed
c~Ountenance and closing the door behind
him entered.
"But, my dear child" no began in
. voice Of affectionate remonstrapce,
what does this mean? Malene tells m
that you have had neither breakfast mon
dinner"
She sat immovable on the bed, and
Il seemed to her that her hand, which
rested on her knee, was inordinately
large and was growing larger. Next she
noticed that her father had travelling
boots on. and that there was an out Of
door glow in his checks which told hei
that he had just returned from u vista
ton. She guessed instantly that Malone,
the maid. had braved tho wrath Of he,
mistress by appealing to his sympathy.
my dear little girl. he continued,
walking mp to her and tenderly strokinR
her cheek. won't you tell your father
what has happcned?"
For an answer she flung herself upoi
his neck and burst into convulsivo sobs.
well. well, my own sweetheart"
be murmured soothingly, ''it is toe
had; it is too bad. Don't cry now, dear.
est. It Is oil u misunderstanding. It'll
Be soon cleared up."
He kissed her cheeks and ran his fin
oeTa careesingly through her hair and
spoke comforting words as they cane
into his mind. While she still lay
weeping upon his shoulder Malene en-.
tered with . tray, upon which were a
steaming teapot, bread and butter and
cold meats.
"But, Malene," said the pastor,
sswhy have you brought Miss Hulda's
supper herp1 Or stop a minute. You
may just rs we'll leave it. Then You
may bring my supper here TOO. MY
daughter and ! will take supper togeth-
e9.D
The maid ut. his request lighted the
candles and made q fire In tho stove.
md presently returning with q second
tTayeet the bishops toilet table for two.
IS u NEEDLESS to describe the affection.
ate articles by which he coaxed her t.
eAt and, though not dispelling her grief.
turned her into . calmer and lesa de.
gpairing mood He told her humorous
stories about his old antagonist, the
aheri6. who had never forgiven him foi
uDderestimating his musical genius and
pE0curing . substitute for him in the
quartet He talked with vivacity about
Lara Nurdby. who had told him in pri ,
80 that that Huldy q yours has got
r. 4leadpiec8 on her that beats mine and
43s md amy mans In tho parish. "
Hcame tho lamentable history OF
NandSbeck who was fast going tl