Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-09-24
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BY THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD

BY THE II OF FAIRY HOLD"
She had quietly surveyed Winnie for a
few moments, rs if studying the effect of
her figure in the framework OF tho win
dow, and rather disappearing of it by the
fine knitting of the lines on her low wide
forehead, when the name pronounced in
Miss Trewhella's shrill voice fell on her
ear. She made Il slight movement of sur.
prise, and then n wide opening Of the
proud bright eyes, and q faint curve on
the short full lower lip. were perceptible.
II am surprised" Winnie said, confus-
edly, coloring; II did not know hat Mad
am was home again. | hope she is quite
well, Miss T~'rewhslla9'
rs that Miss Winnie Caerlyon9" the
young lady demanded, in a clear imperlous
voice; and Miss Trewhella in q confiden-
tial little aside smile. said
Eyes, Miss M~ndred-that's her, poor
thing"
"Madam's home again, sure enough"
she replied, In a louder tone, to Winnie,
who was watching the proud handsome
girl with a kind Of fascination; land Miss
Mildred T~redennick's come to stay with
her."
II am Miss Tredennick, Trewhella. l
have corrected you before for naming me
in that school-raom fashion," interrupted
the young lady, haughtily; and, v%ouchsaf-
ing Winnie only another coldly-surprised
glance, she turned lightly on her heel, and
walked off toward the cliff path again,
evidently TO permit the lady's-maid and
the iady's-maid's friend-the shabby hard.
worked-looklng girl-to have a chat to-
gether.
That naughty parting glance which she
intuitively understood, stung Winnie into
remembrance of herself.
Il am glad to hear tlfat Madam is we'll"
she said, as coldly and distaltly as Miss
Tredennick could have spoken. "Good.
evening-the young lady is waiting for
you"
well but-Miss Winnie-Miss Win
nie!' Miss Trewhella ran over to the win
dow, and actually thrust her smart sum.
mcr bonnet, with its pink roses aud White
lace, into the kitehen-"aren't you coming
over to Roseworthy again, ehY You'll be
coming over tomorrow or next day, won't
you?"
She knew well that Winnie Caerlyon
was not coming to Roseworthy tomorrow
or next day, or any day afterwards, but
she could not resist the feminine banker.
ing TO iaunt over u fallen rival, made
dOubly triumphant-such was the noble
calibre of Miss Trewhella's mind-by the
consciousness Of her new blue foupced
silk and Winnie Caerlyon's forlorn shah
biness. -"
Not unless Madam SENDS for me-" said
Winnie, not pausing to LOOK round as she
haCfi1v Ititta1 Tho Iischnn ,nJ rap ~
stairs to the little room with the dormer
window, shared with two of her young
step-sisters, where she pulled off her
working dress, whilst tears of mortiica-
ton and pain rolled down her flushed
checks.
She was not a philosopher, poor Winniel
only a w~oman-and a young, sensitive
woman, Of girlish years.
That was his cousin, that beautiful
young lady, who looked al my dirty dress
and unttly hair" she said, with a sup.
pressed, bitter cry. 81 couldn't help i'll
was doing SO much work to-day. But oh,
how she despised me as a poor, common,
servant-like girl! She will never think OF
me as anything else"
She bathed her pallid, weary face in
water; she braided up the dark silkeu
masses of her hair above the marble-white
brow and violet-shadowed eyes; she hasti-
ly arrayed herself, in spite Of aching arms
and nervous hands, in her neat, freshly.
ironed print dress, with its clean lace frill
and tiny blue-ribbon bow; but the tears
came again and again into the sid dark
eyes as she took a hasty last glance at the
little lookin2-glass.
mo" she said, drearily and quietly, 81
am nothing but a poor, plain, hard-work.
ing girl, who does the work Of a servant.
| should never forget that. Mildred Tired.
ennick never will. He never would if he
saw me as she did this EVENING"