The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-08-27
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WlNNlE's TRIUMPH

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WINNlEYs TRIUMPH
BY THE AUTHOR OF aTAIRY aoLD.s
Yes; kindness. pity, admiration. lie
liked her so much-gentle, loving, sympa.
thetic girl; he piticd her SO much-pooz
little, shabby, neglected, lonely. mother.
less Winnie: admired. her 50 inuch-cleyer,
Intelligent, odd little creature, with the
beautiful eyes aud hair, and wistfnl little
white face. Poor little Winnie-Pascoe
the purser's wife-in the future!
Aud shei
Her tender, yearning heart, grown NO
manly almost before Its time in tho in
tensity Of her fervent Imagination, her
quick intelligence, her gifted brain, had
garnered up q passionate wealth of love
which yearningly sought for an outlet In
the bare, chill existence of a hard, unlove.
ly, work-a-day, commonplace life, ignoblc
lii all save sslf-sacrlflce; and now the mas
observation-disclosures, nndreamt of until Il
came-hnd come, and the magic of it,
touch had turned the mastcr-key and un.
locked the garncred treasure-at once
for ever.
Tho passionate, girlish heart. in its wild,
strong faith, its quick impulses, its nnreu.
soning instinct, had sprung towards him
with the kindling flame Of passionate
grateful liking III that first hour OF their
meeting, when he had kindly thought OF
the forlorn little strangers comfort, kind.
~ troubled himself concerning her. smiled
on her as she thought none other ever had.
tenderly touched her hand, warmly praised
her one gift of rare beauty; iu shy, warm
regard and trcmnlous admiration when
they next met, and he WINS kinder, pleas
anter, more thoughtful and courteous
even than before-when the strange de.
light Of his presence bewilderingly charm.
ed away all the cold aud loneliness and
dreariness Of that cold, dreary walk in the
wild March morning-that walk that had
seemed i'll her remembrance since to lie
through an enchanted land, until the rude
interruption came and she trembled III
fear-the new strange fear-of her uncoutb
lovers jealousy.
The purscr had often limited before, to
her burning disgust and vexation, that
the real reason Of her exceeding desire ia
spend so much of her time at Roseworthy
was that she might ''set her cap at Mad
ANS nephew;" and this before she had
much more than heard Of the probable re-
turn Of that stranger relative Of her pa
troness, Trcdennick Of T%regarthen.
The terror Of the coarse words, Of the
~coarser insinuations that might follow any
ayowal Of acquaintanceship with Captain
Tredcnnick, had haunted her from the
first moment-poor, sensitive, u~nfriended
girl!-and mingled distractingly with che
timid, reverential regard and admiration
tina: had taken such deep root in her fond.
faithful heart-such deep root that, all un.
known to herself (for such knowledge Is
apt to linger, unless forced on self-recop.
nition) 1t had sprung up fair and strong,
and IT'S Tenderness and purity and ample
the agony of being humbled and morti-
fed before Stephen Tredennick, poor Win.
ME became conscious of the birth OF her
love.
II she had seen him no more, the one
short glimpse into the Eden of youth
might have faded from her memory Us
time passed on but thus it was appointed.
The goblet of life Is held to each lip; we
must each drink as it passes. Deeply OF
slightly, all must drink of that bitter cup
f1lleQ " III waters that upStart
When the docp fountains of the heart,
By strong convuleion0 rent apart,
Are running all to waste.
For she who has not learned to know"-
The depth and the darkness Of the cup of
lfe's sorrow-"he has not learned to live. -
Stephen Tredennick did not kaow-how
should he? Had he known-could he have
seen the end from the beginning-he, the
brave, tenderhearted sailor. the kind,
wise, generous man, the honest ~chivalrous
gentleman, would have thought 1t as right
and kind and wise in him to take innocent
lonely, friendless young Winnie Caerlyor
in his arms, and lay her unde.' the colo
sea-waves in a deep ocean grave, as to fol
low the pleasant Impulse rowaros her 80
ciety on this sunlit March afternoon, te
seek her presence down on the quiet beacf
by the murmuring waves, to talk winning
ly, kindly, tenderly to her In his deep pit,
aud warm liking, to look into the pure
depths of her passionate eyes, to softly
touch her little thin work-worn hand, and
smile at the tremulous fiushes on her in
genuous emotional face. He was not sci
~1sh-kind, generous Stephen Tredennici
whom his sailors loved as o commander
who considered his men . welfare as evel
prior to his W comfort: but this time h,
had forgotten to consider the probabl.
cost of what was to him q rare gratih
cation, q hitherto inexperienced enjoy
ment, as he thought afterwards, laughing
at himself for the romantic folly OF tn
thought
.'Once as I told in slce