The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-11-12


Taen tAe #iIasted ropes were lowered.
andsthe coffin and ITS white roses soon
were lying down there where light and
life and love could come no more until the
Resurrection morning.
friend OF yours, / supposed" the gen.
tlenan asked, with much courteous sym.
pathy.
"Ileyer saw iln-never knew anything
about him until he was dead,n answered
Winifretl Caerlyon: ..bnt, oh, l am sure
some one knows him and loves him far
away in England, and I came for their
sakesY'
Someone knew him and loved him Of a
s%urety--that handsome f~air-haired lad,
who lay beneath that cotfin-lid in his lone
" grave, with Wini:red C~aerlyon's white
roses encircling his name
ALBERT GARDINER.
RNs1as IN Her DR1rANKIc Majesty 18th
REGIMENT OF FOOT.
DIED july 81, ]S-.
Just in the dawning that had closed the
last ball Of the season!
CHAPTER XIX.
As one that had passed away from their
world for ever, yet keeping their memories
OF her fresh and living by messages of
love, by words II deeds of thoughtful
affection, with her gentle presence, her
patient endurance. her cheerful laborious-
ness, so constantly and unayoidabIy
missed. sister Winnie" far awayin North
America, became to the younger members
! Of the Caerlyon family q dreamy, mythi-
cal parsonage, to be invested with all
ner of attributes and perfections, very
lovable and desirable, and much to be re.
spected, but mythical. Although she did
send home those bank-bills to ..mother''
that put her in such II good temper for the
whole day, aud the p~icture-papcrs to Sarah
Matilda mud Tommy. still she was myth
cal. Sister Winnie" who used to bake
the bread, aud wash their faces, and curl
Sarah Matflda's hair, to be away there in
that pink-bordered country just where the
edge of the atlas-mup came, with the cold,
blue-colored Atlantic by It's side-impossi-
BILE!
1t was understood on IL hands that
there never was anybody-neyer could be
a~nybody-half so clever, so accomplished
AS that long-lost mythical sister Win
ME-" and. strangely enough, Winnie's
once harsh s~tep-rnother and tnsk-mistress
never discouraged this ideal by word or
deed.
On the contrary, Sarah Matilda, now a
smart, self-willed, high-tempered, pretty
girl. blooming into .'the maiden-blossoms
Of her teens,'' grew disheartened some
times with herself and her %endeayors, in
comparison with all the related achieve
ments and projections she was so often re-
proachfully reminded of as belonging
solely to that banished elder sister. Did
she forget a message, there was a running
comment on the worthlessness of heed
less maids" accompanying the lamenta-
ton of regret for the mice, quiet, careful
ways of the sister who never forgot-'no,
not II she was sent for fve-and-twenty
things together" (Afrs. Elizabeth Anne
Caerlyon's "nagging' powers had not di-
unfinished in the least.) Did incipient wo-
manly vanity prompt Sarah Matilda to
passionately desire fashionable huts and
white Feathers therein, and urge her
mother to the eXtravagant purchase, she
received scolding homilies without num-
Der relative to your poor sister Winnie,
who never asked an inch of Cloth she could
do without"
Madam Of Roseworthy, when she men
tally compared her self-willed, proud,
handsome niece disadvantageously with
her poor little summarily- dismissed com
panion, was not alone in the remorseful
rent ering of justice to patient Winnie
Caerlyon.
She had had time to recall the sterling
memories of her gentleness, kindness, and
long-sutfering-she had had time to re-
member the sweet low voice that was
heard no more, the sweet pale face that
she could never see-she had had time to
think of these things in seven years-of
late years even more than at first.
And SO came toiass tho truth-strange
II strangely fiattering, as the need
awarded to her for the first time in her
life, as the long-due reward freely and
fully offered-that Winnie Caerlyon was
sorely missed, was deeply regretted,
though seven years of absence had made
her memory like a dream Of the dead and
gone.
What ages ago it seems since poor little
Winnie Caerlyon used to run over every
second evening to read to me and play for
me-poor little thingN" Madam Vivian re.
marked, lnte one cold dark evening in
February.
She was slipping the favorite green tea
from her favorite cup of pale buff and
gold eycsing china, and with jewelled fin
gers, dimpled more deeply but less white.
~ fair than of yorc, daintily crumbling-
after her usual fashion-the mere morsels
of cake; she sighed as she spoke, CHANGING
across the table at her pis-a-uis.
'Trewhella reads to you, does she not,
MADAME inquired the Vis-a-pis carelessly.
"Trewhella!' said Madam, with shrug.
"Yes, sometimes. She has no notion of
mobilization or expression, poor womani
"A derGicr resort when my eyes ache, I
assure you, my dear. 1t is not much more
pleasure to me to listen to her reading
than it is for her to read. A woman OF
her class, ut forty-iye years of age, has
long out-grown. the time when love-stories
and romances are interesting; still she
fancies it keeps up her dignity.
Her dignity!n echoed the Uis-a-1Hs, with
a kind of leisurely scorn. what have
people of her class to do with dignity, /
wonders You pay her wages to make her.
self useful and agreeable to you, Just as
you used to pay Winnie C%aerlyon to make
herself useful and agreeable; and when
she ceased to do so you dismissed her, I
believe"
u never dismissed herr said Madam;
with peeyish protest-"that is, not finally,
you know. meant to take her back-I
have said so dozens Of times.n
"Oh. yes-I know returned Madam's
v%ts-a.vts, the ~leisurely scorn glimmerinp
in a cold smile; .'and. whilst you were de.
iberating about the possibility of forgiy.
ing her heinouso offences, she fled ontofthe
country. The little fool, she should have
waited until you thought proper to re.
member her existence!n
"She should." cried Madam, sharply,
and it seemed defiantly, in the face of that
naughty knocking smile. ".She should
have been more grateful and docile-I had
been a good friend to Winnie for three
years before, from the time her father
came to Tolgooth. She should not have
treated me SO unkindly."