Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1898-11-18
CHApTER XVIII.

II hear" said Lord Vivian to Lady
Beatrice, as they sat after dinner in the
golden CLEAN of the June sunset, 81 hear
that our new %govcrncss is something
wonderful"
Indeed, l am sorry to hear it. 1 do
not like wonders myself"
Suddenly Lord Vivian remembered that
if he wished TO do good for the newcomer
he must propitiate, and not offend his
wife. He made some laughing, compile
mentary reply, at which her eyes bright
ened and her face slowed.
Il was thinking" he continued, "that
if this Mrs. Rivers is what they say. n
refined gentlewoman, we might make
Ome few additions to the comfort of the
COTTAGE"
"If you wish it," replied his wife, still.
under the influence of that compliment.
You might send a good selection of
books" he continued; Eve have such a
supcrabundance; a picture or two, and a
stand Of flowers; two or three nice pieces
of furniture, and anything else that you
think of. Teaching must be a tiresome
occupation; let her have plenty Of bright
ness in her life out of school,"
"Those kind Of people-teachers. gov
ernesses and tutors-are not like u.s." said
Lady Beatrice, with supreme hautenr;
"they make what you call brightness out
of such materials as we pass over alto
gcther."
Every probably. You will do us 1 sus-
gest. Beatrice:' said Lord Vivian. "Yon
might occasionally send fruit and game
down to the cottage"
II will" she replied.
Lady Beatrice did everything well. She
sent for workmen on the following day.
and ordered pretty, gay papers for the
little rooms: she ordered nice carpets for
the floors. n cozy easy chair and a couch:
she ordered a bookcase for the bright.
pleasant parlor, and then went over the
rooms to make a selection of books. She
found several in the library bearing the
name of Violante Temple. She did not
care to take them all, hut one, n very
beautiful edition Of Wordsworth's poems,
especially attracted her. 1t was nicely
bound, and the illustrations were magniti-
cent. On the title page was written:
"To my dearest Violante, from her de-
voted husband, Vivian Selwyn."
She flung the book far from her; she
was jealous of the dead, as she had been
Of the living.
~ believe" she said, in her anger,
that he values everything that woman
ever owned"
Then she took the book from the floor,
and placed ii with the others.
ut shall go to the schoollmistress." she
said. II only wish my dearest Violante'
knew its destination"
And when the little cottage was arrang-
cd there was no more pretty or cozy home
in all England. The rooms were all so
cheerful and bright, with flowers peeping
in at the windows. Mrs. Rivers thought,
when she entered it. that she had never
seen a prettier little home.
You see. Mrs. Rivers" said DIR.
Hcarne. that we are fortunate in sccur-
ing the services of a lady like yourself;
you. also, nre fortunate in being under
the care of people so kind and consider
ate as Lord and Lady Selwyn."
He did not see the SILVER that passed
over her-thc passionate grief aud an
guish that for one momen completely
changed her face.
Lady Sclwyn has sent you books and
flowers" he continued; "she will probably
drive over to see that you have every
thing as you wish it to be-"
She thanked him in a few faint words
he did not observe how faint they were.
The gentle face, the sweet eyes and
sweet lips SO charmed the rector that
when he once began to talk to Mrs. Rivers