The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-12-10

asked.
yellow eye-tOoth to the roots, uAnd my
lady, with her notions, a-taking of her up,
and making much of her, just for her con-
trary ways. I'd let her know what Miss
Winnie was planning, so meek and mild,
If l dared to speak to her at all-only one
might as well go catch a nettle or n hot
fat-iron as NEEDLE with my Lady Noun
trevor when she didn't like"
But, Notwithstanding this alarming
comparison of Lady Mountrevor's powers
of Furnishing unrelished interference, as
them minutes slipped by and1that blue vel
vet curtain remained provokingly immov-
able, Miss Trewhella found it impossible
to resist n fieeting qualification of her
angry curiosity, and noiselessly she slipped
inside the folds.
Unhnppily the reward for her painful
pursuit of knowledge, demanding the
doubling of her angular frame nearly in.
two, keeping the keyhole uncovered and
her ear dfsagreeably squeezed against the
orifce, was scanty and unsatisfactory, re-
sulting, in point Of fact, simply in white
roses'-a cluster of waxen-white blossoms
and dropping buds. Costly, fragrant, care
fully-nurtured greenhouse treasures they
were, nestled amidst dark green leaves
and NOISY stems, in the slender primrose
hued lily vase.
AS Lady Mountrevor and Winnie rose
to leave the room the former noticed her
companions silent gaze of admiration at
the flowers.
do you like flowers, Miss Caerlyon"
she asked.
Every much,n said Winnie, her eyes
fixed Oh the roses as She turned reluct-
antly AWAY n those are SO beautiful"
Lady MOuntrevor drew AWAY from the
table where the vase stood, with a slightly
embarrassed air.
CONC downstairs with nue.. and you
shall choose from the greenhouses" She
said, hurriedly; you will pardon my not
offering you those, IL nGyer wear them,
they are SO fragile. and fude SO soon, yon
know"
"Oh, Lady Mountrevor, how could you
think that I wished for the flowers from
your vnse!e exclaimed Winnie, in surprise.
''They are Indeed too fragile and beautiful
to be crushed and witliered in ones dress
or hair
And yet you wear them!Y her ladyship
said, with a slight smile, glnncing at the
spray on Winnie's brown tresses.
"Oh, these are French cambria and silk
things returned Winnie, slightingly:
.'but those are lovely soft pure white real
ones. Besides She paused with a timid
flush and glance Mt Lady Mountrevor's
cold calm fuce.
Besides whats, There was no trace Of.
mockery In her unsmiiing eyes-no sar.
casnl in the compressed lines around lei
chiselcd lips.
Besides, !" said Winnie, a little unstecd
lily, II have Observation-Disclosures
about white roses that make them seem
almost sacred flowers to ME, I Devel
could make az adornmeut of tiInsa lovely
living buds mud h%alt-unclosed petals"
She paused half feartully again. Mad
am Vivian would have received this Goa
fession with such a delicate keen.edpee
rldicule-how was 1t that naughty Mil.
dred, Lady Mountrevor, was SO much
quicker to comprehend, SO much more
quietly sympathizing, even in her proud
rcserves
Have yous" she said. and the darkness
OF q shadow seemed to overspreau her
White polished brow and dark brilliant
eyes. She turned partly aside, aud Winnie
saw her long fair jewelled fingers close
and tighten c~onvulsively for an instant
around the emerald locket resting or her
neck. S have II
The words seemed to escape from her
lips without her knowledge and Winnie
half doubted II they were meant for her
ear. .
"Ah," remarked Winnie, with a sigh, rs
they left the room together. my associa-
ton with them is connected with u grave
"a lonely grave, far away
Aud, as she sadly spoke. the white roses
seemed to magically wait the memory of
that far-ot lonely grave on their sweet
dying breath, the rush aud sway Of the
wintry storm sweeping round the old
Cornish mansion seemed to re-ccho softly