Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-03-05
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lmaltered-indeed II was not easy &c unlearn
ne teachings OF q lifetime.
Miss Hastings, more patient and hopeful
han Sir Oswald, perseyered, with Infinite
act and discretion. But there were certain
,ecullarities of which Pauline could not be
roken. One was a habit of calling every
ring by its right name. She had no notion
# using any of those polite little fictions So
iety delights in; no matter how harsh, how
lgly the words, she did not hesitate to use 1t.
mother peculiarly was that OF telling the
.unt, plain, abrupt truth, no matter what
hey cost, no matter who was panied. She
)re aside the flimsy veil of society with zest;
he spared no one in her almost ruthless de-
iuneiations. Her intense scorn for all kinds
If polite fiction was somewhat annoying.
You need not say that L am engaged,
James, " she said, one day, when a lady CALI
d whom she disliked. II am not engaged,
but | do not care TO see Mrs. Camden"
Even that bland functiOnary looked annoy
I'd. Miss Hastings tried to make some com
promise.
You cannot send such a message as that,
Miss Darrell. Pray listen to reason"
Sir Oswald and yourself agreed that she
Was
Never mind that" hastily interrupted
Miss Hastings. you must not hurt any
ones feelings by such a blunt message as
that; it is neither polite nor well-bred."
II shall never cultivate either politeness or
good breeding at the expense of truth; there
fore you had better send the message your
self, Miss Hastings"
Il will do So" said the goYerneSs, quietly.
II will manage II in such a way as to show
Mrs. Camden that she is not expected to call
again, yet so as not to humlliate her before
the servants; but, remember, not at any
sacrifice OF truth"
Such contests were of daily, almost hourly,
occurrence. Whether the result would be
such a degree of training as to fit the young
lady for taking the position she wished to oc-
cupy, remained doubtful.
This is really very satisfactory" said Sir
Oswald, abruptly, one morning, as he enter
ed the library, where Miss Hastings awaited
him. But" he continued, before l eX-
plain myself, let me ask you how are you
getting on-what progress are you making
with your tiresomc pupil?'
The gentle heart of the governess was
grieyed to think that she could not give a
more satisfactory reply. Little real progress
had been made in study; less in manner.
There is a mass Of splendid material, Sir
oswald" she SAID; "but me dlfllculty lies III
putting it into shape
IL am afraid" he observed, people will
make remarks; and ! have heard more than
one doubt expressed as to what kind of hands
Darrell Court is likely to fall into should |
make Pauline my heiress. You see she is
capable of almost anything. She would turn
TIE place into an asylum; she would trans
form it. into a college for philosophers, a
home for needy artists-in fact, anything
that might occur to her-without the least
hesitation"
Miss Hastings could not deny it. They
were not speaking of n manageable nine
teenth century young lady, but Of one to
whom no ordinary rules applied, whom no
customary measures fitted.
81 have a letter here" continued Sir Os-
| wald, from Captain Aubrey Langton, the
son OF one of my oldest and dearest friends.
lie proposes to pay me q visit, and-pray,
Miss Hastings, pardon me for suggesting
| such thing, but | should be so glad ii he
would fall in love with Pauline. | have an
idea that love might educate and develop
her more quickly than anything else"
Miss Hastings had already thought the
same thing; but she knew whoever won the
love Of such a girl rs Pauline Darrell would
be one o. 'Nn "~'nvorast or men.
Continued Next Week')