Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-08-13
WIN MES TRIUM MP
by THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD.

the wind was taken clean out of his sails
by Winnie's quiet rejoinder.
~ have plenty of wraps, thank you, sir,
and the mornings are seldom as cold as
teis."
But the wild March morning, in re-
morse, perhaps, for its severity 10 the poor
little maid, was kindly propitious to Cap
tain T~redennick's generous wishes; and,
sending a sudden whirling blast, it blew a
long, long tress of curling brown hair
from beneath the silk net into which its
lu%Xuriance vas thrust, and waited it right
across To Captain Tredennick's shoulder,
twisting it around one of his anchor but
tons in a highly ingenious manner
"You might give me that long soft pretty
curl as a keepsake, Miss Caerlyon," said
he, laughing, rs he carefully unwound
the Grant tress, cit wanted To come TO me
evidently. Let me have it, and I'll send
you home something instead of it, will
QUE"
"Send me home something first, sir"
responded Winnie, shyly, but laughing
also, as she tried to fasten the hair behind
her little white ear.
rs that n bargaing' said he, eagerly.
i VIII keep you to it, Miss Winnie. No,
you can't fasten it; your little fingers are
too cold. Let me-" and the Captain of the
Chtttoof, with a smile playing over his
lips and in his sunny blue eyes, COM
menced adjusting Winnie's tumbled
brown curls. Mind, MS soon as ever /
send my Keepsake, you must send yours"
ne went on, looking earnestly down into
the pure girlish little face upturned to his
own, as she murmured bashful thanks,
n deeper muttered thanks for his kind
words, his kind voice, his kind manners
oh, this kind, great, tall, strong, brave,
handsome Captain of the East Indiaman
Chttto0rL-shone from the dark depths Of
her lustrous gray eyes.
You haven't promised yet, Miss Wini-
fred" he said, with brotherly pleasantly,
keeping hold Of her-she being but sixteen
to his great seniority of thirty -threc-"per-
haps / had better make sure of my keep
sake now! What is the matter2'
The sudden ejaculation was not unrea-
sonable, for Winnie In an instant had
sprung from his side and the caressing
touch of his hand, her face flaming GRIM
son and hen fading deadly white, and the
dark-gray eyes, which had glowed with
such girlish enthusiasm Of gratitude upon
him, dilating for n moment with a sort of
terror, and then blazing with n proud de-
faint anger that startled her companion
rs n new revelation OF her character.
"Good-morning TO you, Miss Winniel
You can take early strolls fast enough, I
seel'
The strange voice had the peculiar dis
agreeable quality OF being a naturally
vulgar one, with n strong provincial ac-
cent, and likewise, being such, was tarn-
shed over, SO to speak, with a far more
vulgar assumption of genteel tone and
pronunciation, which assorted as well
with it as the genteel affectation did with
the provincial form of dialect, and as well,
or as i'll, as it did with the face and figure
which had suddenly confronted Winnie.
1t seemed to Captain ~Tredennick, in his
angry, startled surprise, as if the intruder
must have sprung out Of the ~earth-this
spare, sinewy, understood man, with q
shrewd, fox-like narrow face. and a CLEAN
of II cold unpleasant smile in the cunning
twinkling red-brown eyes, and curving
around the thin pointed lips, as he darted
q quick glance from Winnie to Captain
Tredennick.
"Good-morning, Mp. Pascoe," the girl
said, coldly and distantly; II am not TAX
ing an early stroll, though, as / dare say
you know very well, but am returning
home from Madam Vivian's."
The man she addressed merely lifted his
eyebrows in a most disagreeably imper-
tinent smile Of disbelief, and shook his head
slightly.
"Going homo from Madam Vivian's by
Mennacarthen Lane and into Tregarthen
HouseE" said he, showing the edge of
his teeth, and the smile changing into a
frown.
II was not going into Tregarthen House,
Mr.. Pascoel' retorted Winnie, the color
rushing back to her pallid cheeks, and her
eyes flashing.
Weren't you? H'ml 1t looked very
like it, Miss Winnie" he replied, with an
insolent assumption of easy familiarity.
WHO is this person." demanded Captain
Tredennick, holly.
"Mr. Thomas P~ascoe-the purser OF the
Tolgooth Mines, and a relation of my step
mothers, sir" replied Winnie, a fame of
angry defiance on her cheeks and eyes, ms
she partly turned her back on that indi.
vidual.
He perceived the action of girlish dis
dain, and the crafty underlined face grew
VI u vi DCJlJ IldllCc u AZ ultil, lllLlp-
minded mans revenge for q woman's
slight.
mo need for We to be so angry, miss"
said he, with q snecring laugh; 81 never
tell on we to your father or mother! That
is all the thanks | get-and stand your
friend in many a way besidesl'
81 don't want your friendshipg' cried
Winnie, %furiously. in q sudden childish
rage that shook Captain Tredennick's be.
iiet in the patience of his gentle little maid
very considerably. II don't-I don't like
you-and you know it Mr.. Pascoe! You
are always tormenting me; and | had
rather never see one sight of you or hear
your v~oice-nowp'
She burst INTO Il passionate fit Of crying
and Captain Tredennick stood in con
founded silence for q moment.
"Ye're kickin' up a pretty rigs about it
sure enough" said Mr.. PascoG, with al
evil look, and %thrusting his hands deer
into his coat pockets; Eye might speak
civilly, like a wellbehaved maid, / think.
Are e goin' to stand here any longer, OF
are e going to come home to your father
house?"
81 am not going with you, " replied Win
ME, choking down her sobs; land / will 90
home when | like, and stay out as long al
l like, independently of you, sir! You have
no authority over mel"
Sir" said Captain Tredennick, raising
his hat an inch or two, and dealing Mr.
Pascoe a look of terrible quarterback po
likeness, Il will see Miss Caerlyon home
IL you please. L overlook her on the road
and"
':Ye will, will 'e?" rejoined Mr.. Thomas
Pascoe, turning bully on the spot, and his
genteel accent falling away from his Cor
nish dialect like thin stucco on q plaster
facade. "Then / thenk o had better not
let the Leftenant nor hes wife see Their
daughter walking home across the fields
at tho Lrnnl. Of da- sEith. n straaa.a s.a-l