Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1897-08-28

The change from the luxurious elegance
Of the Chase to Mime. Debrisay's London
lodgings, was about as great as can b<
imagined.
Yet the house was not mean. The
"widow woman" who owned it had a Ger.
tain refinement. Instead OF the usual ex-
tremely unlaced and unkempt ''slavey.'
she had an elderly servant OF neat and i'm
posing aspect, who had been with her for
years, and who was rather a terror to Mime.
D. brisay.
The ledger who occupied the upper floor
was a steady elderly city clerk, OF remark
able punctuality and precision. Still the
tone Of the homely dwelling was new TO
Mona, who had been accustomed to the
aristocratic, il narrow. nicely OF her grand
mothers house, or the distinction of her
relatives establishments.
Fatigue made her sleep so profoundly
that IL took some moments OF waking con-
seriousness before she recognized where she
was. The sound Of someone moving re-
minded her that she was sharing Nine.
Debrisay's room. and presently that lady
came out fully dressed from behind a large
japanese screen, which converted one cor
ner into a dressing-closet.
"And how did yor sleep. deari"
"Oh. well; too wellr' exclaimed Mona.
"WeLi, stay where you arc. ~ bring
you a cup Of coffee and a bit OF toast, for l
have a long, busy day before me-"
She hurried away, and soon returned
with a fragrant rup of cafe au lait and q
alice of buttered toast.
I'm of now,m make yourself comfortable
dear; there are some books In the next
room; with splendid stories in them. they
make your hair stand IN end, and forget
the time. Goodbye. dear"
Mona dressed slowly, and went into the
sitting-room. 1t was a stormy, wet day.
The fire had been hastily loaded with coal,
and had succumbed tothc load. The hand
bell evoked a tall, Manufactured woman,
with thick, g~rizzled hair, q spotless car,
and a dark print dress.
THE fires gone outi" she repeated, In a
high-pitched tone. II dare say madame
thinks Goals III light of themselves; she
Just pitches them on, whether there Is a
spark alive or not. I'll fetch a few sticks
miss"
The fire burning, the hearth swept, and
Q few tidying touches bestowed on the
room, made q vast Improvement.
MOn0 tureW neIStlt luto ui oiul-Shuh /,
and tried TO think what was best to do.
The previous evening she had posted a few
lines TO the Chase, announcing her safe
arrival; she might therefore postpone her
next letter for twenty-four hours.
She could hardly expect an answer from
Warning till the mex day. He was staying
not very far away-with the gentleman
who had been his guardian. and for whom
he had a great regard.
She strove to swallow a morsel or two OF
the dinner set before her; she tried to
gather the sense Of an agonizing tale and
interest herself In the tremendous perse-
cutions OF the heroine. All In vain. Time,
however, was rolling on; she might o
expect Nine. Dsbrisay. Four o'clock struck
when she had gone into the bedroom to
seek for some piece OF fancy work, when
the sound Of the front door-beli, followed
| by q step in the next room, made her hops
that her kind hostess had returned. Going
quickly In TO greet her, she beheld Jane
the servant. In the oct Of lighting the gas
while by the window. looking paler-stern
er than she thought he could, stood Lesli
Waringl
Good morning." he said. stifay, /"
thought l would find you In"
This while Jane pulled down the blin
and retired. Than he made . step forwar
10 where Mona stood, motionless -hs