The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-10-21

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"out of the English cemetery, aunt
Sarah" replied the gentle voice Of the
young relative; there's such q quantity
Of honey-scented %geranium growing there,
and q great b .sh of white roses in the
corner by the old WALL
"Hum-queer notion to go gathcrin'
flowers out of a churchyard to bring into
q bDdy's sitting-room!" returned Miss
down to her mending basket. us that an
English notion. Winifred? If it is. sho
added, putting on her s~pectacles, you'd
ha better left it behind YOU
mo, l never saw any II do it," Wini-
fred replied, gently us ever. The low,
sweet, patient voice sounded lower, softer,
perhaps sadder than of yore, like the
twittering of n lonely bird,'' Miss Whitney
ayerred shortly. But the white roses
looked SO fresh and beautiful, aunt Sarah,
that / thought it would be no harm to
pluck a few, love white flowers SO much"
What took you. into that old cemetery
Mt all." querted Miss Whitney. You're
for ever going in there. Is 1t because there
happened to be English bones laid there
fifty years ago that you have such u fancy
for sitting among graves and head-stones."
Perhaps that is one reason, aunt Sarah, !"
answered Winnie, truthfnlly; but the
chief reason is that there is one corner in
it SO like Trewillian churchyard Mt home,
with the ivy creeping over the stones, and
tufts of pink daisies, and one a Helm tree,
that could almost declare it was my
mothers grave that lay in the sunny IN
gle; and I feel as If I were actually back
in Cornwall again when / sit there and
hear the sen down at Saunders Point"
Miss Whitney felt q little softened at
the allusion to the fair young niece she
was fond OF eight-and-twenty years be-
fore: but she would not show it '.for the
world
You're holncsick for Tolgooth Bay, and
your step-mother, and her pack Of chill
dren, / suppose, MISS she remarked,
shipping away Mt the patching of akitchen
towel-Miss Whitney never let rubbish
ing fancy-work" enter her house, zone
would think that a decent quiet home
would content you after that"
"Oh, aunt Sarah cried Winifred, lift
ing a panied white face, you know that
I am contented and very grateful for It'll"
"Then you oughtn't to mope!'' retorted
Miss Whitney, sharply. II suppose the
house is too quiet for you, or you want
girls to chatter with. You may go into
other houses. then. for you won't have any
chattering in here, Winifred Caerlyon!
I'll have no fussfng and dressing and talk
ing about beauxa and parties and fal-lals
under my roofl'
Six months before Winifred would have
shrunk, panied, mortified, and d%ispleased,
at her old mniden grand-aunt's peevish
accusations. She had learned better nov.
The patient meek girl hiss grown wiser
through the teaching of her hidden sor-
row.
"Give me those stockings to darn,
anntie,n she said, with n slight smile;
'they are a great deal more in my way
than finery and parties"
"Oh, girls'u be girls to the end of time,"
rejoined Miss Whitney; and of course
you've your notions about fine clothes and
~swecthearts and getting married, like oil
the rest"
Winifred laughed.
well. if l have, what is the use Of my
troubling my head about them, aunt
Sarahsn she asked gnily. "You know you
wouldn't permit it, II l wanted ever SO
much to have fine clothes and sweethearts,
and get married"
"Oh," Miss Whitney returned, grimly,
"old as l am. ] am neither SO old nor Sc
silly as to think that l could prevent you
II you took the notion. any more than ]
could stop the grass from growing"
We'll, but I shall never take the notion;
SO you will be spared all trouble about mi
in that respect, at least, aunt Sarah"
"Why, pray'' demanded aunt Sarah,
looking over her spectacles. You'll get
married when your time comes, though ]
dare say you've an idea In your head nov
that you won't have anyone but some fine
tall, handsome fellow with curly hair and
q straight nose; girls nre always going 0 Y
with that rubbish"
reply; and Miss Whitney impatiently re
garded the quiet attitude and the busy fin
gers for a few moments In silence.
Crotchety md eccentric as she was
there was one thing which provoked hei
into incessant suspicion aud impatien!
cul1osity-her young grand-niece's nm
girlish quietness, docility, and reserved
old-fashioned wonianliness: though. had
she been otherwise. Miss Whitney would
have been merciless in rebuke and Gliding.
That's what he is, suppose, Winifrcdf''
she resumed, with q sour smile 1n her
wrinklsd face.
"Who'" she asked, with q start.
That fine gentlemen you left at home
in Cornwall. You needn't denyit. ] know
well enough. That's what you're always
thinking about, and going into the church
yard for, and crying over graves. Your
step-mother limited enough to me.n
Aunt Sarah, yon are wrong, and you
are wronglng me, = said Winjfred, quietly,
but trembling. There is nothing in Corn.
wall which l have any right to love out.
side of my fathers house, except my moth.
er's grave. There Is no one that cares for
me, unless my father and the children do
and my stcp-mother knows that added
Winifred. with 3 touch OF bitterness. INC
one ever wanted or asked to marry me
except that man / told you Of the first
night that you came, aunt Sarah-you re
members't
t.Ay, I remember we'll enough, 1 guess
responded Miss Whitney, shipping away
fnst and angrily; II remember seeing you
come In with your white face and swollen
eyes and honrse voice, more like q poo
creature out Of an infirmary, or n nurse
that had been tending patients for a yea
running, than a girl of twenty-my niece
Wtnifred's child-and SO l told your step
motherln Z
ut was from no fault Of my step-moth'
e:'s, you know. as I told you. aunt Sarah
explained Winnie, sorrowfuily pleadi'
II had been very grieved and frettin
and-and nervous. It was 80 foolish 0
me, but | soon got over n she add
ed, with a. faint little quisN q smile
/. "Things were Worrying me- ! was no