Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-12-31
But she did not remember that to stropa.

But she did not remember that TO strong, !
fiery, passionate natures like hers, that
rebel wildly against the grief which In yet
crushing their very soul, IL Is possible to
fling aside for q time the very memory Of
the weary burden that the meek ones grid
around them to bear patiently, gently, un.
eom?lainingly to the grave.
Besides, it was no new grief that she
had learnedi and gentle Winnie Caerlyon's
touch had been only soothing to the old
hidden wound throbbing SO feverishly be.
heath Lady Mountrevor's cold, statuesqus
beauty.
You have not seen half my improve.
ments: you can have no idea of the state
that this old house was In when / took IL
In hand,' she went ON, kindly intent on
fousing Winnie front what she considered
to be merely nervous depression. as she
poured out a fragrant cup of hot coffee
| and buttered the crisp, hot griddle-cakes,
at the other side Of the little oval table
/ which she had wheeled UP to winnie's
chair. Don't you think this oblong table
perfection for a tete-d-tetC breakfastf" her
ladyship pursued, smiling, as she ladled
the thick, golden, scalded cream into Win.
MES cup. 81 do; l chose it in Plymouth
~purposely for cousin Stephen"
"And yourself, / supposeY' Winnie said,
smiling family.
"Myselfr' Lady Mildred exclaimed, rails.
ing her brows. 81 could scarcely expect
to enjoy tetG-d-tctc breakfasts with Cap.
tain Tredennick for the term of my natur.
al life, Miss Caerlyon. You forget that
that. is the privileged enjoyment OF Lord
Henry Mountrevor."
al beg your pardon" said Winnie, color.
ing In some distress, both at the mistake
and the hostile flush and tone of voice OF
Lord Mountrevor's young wife.
81 bought il for the same people that /
bought those two velvet chairs for" Lady
Mildred went on, forcing her cheerful
mood back again. This Is q t~etc-d-tCtc
service-the Seyres; | got 1t in my pet brio
d-brac shop in Paris. i got il for stephen
and his chdteldinc-and / mean To tell him
So"
"His-his--" stammered Winnie, bewil-
dered for d moment. "Oh, I knowl ] did
not"
Ills chdteldtnc-wife - lady-Tregar-
then's mistress-whocver she may be-"
said Lady Mildred, laughing, Don't you
think she ought to- find II happy nome
here; Winnie? Don't you think life could
HOW ON very pedceluliy mere, WIN " wv
man whom Stephen Tredennick loved, and
who loved him.
1T could not flow on otherwise" Win"
nie replied, her voice shaking Il little.
A long pause eusued. Secretly Lady
Mildred waited for Winnie to speak: Sc
crctly Winnie longcd to speak, but dared
not.
"Eou must have had a great deal OF
trouble to have everything restored and
the house so perfectly appointed, the lat
ter remarked, taking refuge at length in
commonplaccS. II almost feared that
Tregarthen House would have fallen into
ruins before this, when ! was in America"
You remembered Tregarthen House
then?" questioned Lady Mildred, with n
rather curious iutieXion in her voice. 1T
was a pleasure-the greatest pleasure l
have known for years, Winnie--to be able
to make my dear cousin Stephen some re-
turn for his years Of Enthusiastically
patient kindness TO me-"
"Kindness2" Winnie broke out, looking
UP with n fevered flash of light and color
coming to her eyes and cheeks. ~"Ithoughf
] had been told years ago that"
"'That what?'
Continued next week.)