The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-08-06

spray aSa mist from the Numbering Dill
lows crashing against the face of the ellis
and the tender, passionate pity that IS
ever in the warm, strong heart of . true
man for feminine defencelessness
bodily weakness rose within him throb-
bing to his very lips.
ooh, no, SIR she3said, hurriedly, in IN
swer to his half-provoked query; you are
exceedingly kind-hut I could not think of
troubling YOU; and, besides
Besides wilat.n asked he, laughing. II
am not such a gay young spark that you
should object To my escort, Miss Winnie:
and l am delighted TO have some company
along this bare bit of rond. l took it into
my head, as soon rs i woke this morning,
to go and look over that old place OF mine
at Tregarthen; so Off l started. I hope l
shall 1iud the old couple awake and stir
ring"
THE Truscottssn questioned Winnie.
"Oh, yes. you will, Captain T'redennick,
for there is Tolgootli-lnin bell ringing for
six O'Clock, and they are always ZIP Mt six,
I Know"
%"You know them, thcn--a worthy old
pair they arel'' said Captain Tredennick,
turning abruptly off the main road.
"Come down Mennacarthen Lane, then,
Miss Caerlyon: it will not take you aquar.
ter of II mile out of your roal, and we
| will stop ut Tregarthcn IL few minutes. L
am getting hungry, If you are not, and
mean to ask old mother Truscott for n cup
of tca.'
But Winnie hesitatcd, colored, and
looked distressed again.
Come along,,' said he, gaily: offering
his pilot-cloth-covered arm for her accept
ance n second time. Plainly Captain
I~rcdennick's Jolly sailor existence on
board the CIlittoor-educated gentleman
though he was-had rendered him pleas
Hntly forgetful or regardless of nice con-
ventionalities. Unless you are i'll a ter
rible hurry to get home, or are afraid that
I am going to eat you,'' he added, banter
ingly.
His words seemed to strike some I'M
pleasant chord i'll the girls mind; she did
not accept his arm, but she quilted the
high-road and turned down the ane to
Tregnrthen beside him.
II nm never afraid except when I think
I am doing wrong" she returned, firmly
and quietly; and l only want to be home
in time to get breakfast ready, sir"
"Iliat is very good of you to be so help
full to your MOTHER remarked Captain
Tredennick, a%pprovingly, falling into the
1ttiGilS stSlS uRuil as iC dih WILLING
walked slowly along the rough muddy
lane. But no ray of glad 1iiial pleasure
and gratitude spar!.led in the girls grave
face.
at is my duty OF course, to do all thnt1
cnn to help them when help is required"
she said, seriously. Aud there is IL great
deal to be done iii a house like ours"
"Ah, plenty of little brothers and sis
tcrs;" qucricd Captain Tredennick, smil-
ing.
Eyes, sir" replied Winnie, grnvely:
there are six of them aud the new baby"
"The new babys' echoed Captain Tired
ennick. And the new baby is the2most
troublesome of the lot, I'll engage
"Oh, no, sir,n said Winnie, looking up
into his face, rather puzzled TO discover if
he were in jest or earnest; .'she is a dear,
gentle, patient little creature. lam afraid
she is not healthy-shc is so quiet"
Dear me- broke out Captain Trcden-
nick, laughing, Il never knew before now
that that wfs a fatal symptom in Il child!
| hope it isn't so with YOU, you dear, pa
tient, gentle,littie creature!" he added,
mentally, the wish recurring strongly to
him that he could call to mind that para
gon of an honest, brave, strong, tender
hearted fellow to take chargeo of the future
comfort and happiness of the patient, kind
hearted little woman who spokes SO loving
ly of that ailing baby-her step-hother's
seventh infant.
"And now, sir, l will say good-morning
again" said Winnie. as they paused at
the entrance-gate to the area OF lawn and
s~hrubbery around Tregartllen Head, neg
lected and ovcrgrown now, bearing
traces of absence and decay, as did all
things else-the burrcd-up broken win
dows, the grass grown doorstep. the weedy
paths, the rank, tangled eyergreens, the
lichen-covered gate-pillars, and green,
shiny, massive iron bars.
You won't come in, then, for q minute
or two, and have a cup of hot tea, or
warm yourself at the fire?' he said, disap-
pointedly; and then some dim remem-
brance of the conventionalities glided haz-
lily across his MUD, and he acquiesced I'M
willingly in her decision. well, good
bye, them he added, pressing the little
wooden gloved-hand, .'since you want to
get rid of me-
He looked SO pleasant, so kind, so hand
some, smiling sunnily down on her from
the light of his true, clear blue eyes-he.
Tredennick of Tregartllen, Captain of the
East India merchantmen ChittOor, ne
phew OF the wealthy arlstocratic lady who
bore her foreign-sounding title of Mad
am, as all the wives of the heirs of Rose
worthy had done for generations, so grand
ly that MADAM Vivian,' or Madam of
koseworthy," became u standard in the
minds of the humble ones of the earth.
miners and their wives, her village pro-
tcGcS and favorite poor women. by which
10 measure the comparative merits and
greatness of other aristocrats-he, a
learned gentleman, n brave sailor, grand
and great in his years, his strength, his
handsome face, his noneycd Independence
he so Kind and courteous to her-to her.
poor, plain-looking. ill-clad Winnie Caerl-
yon, whom her shrewish tep-mother
called "a great, awkward, g%ad-about Of Il
maid" when she had the misfortune to
require new boots-worn out, perhaps. nlIs
the sooner by her long walks to Rose
worthy, which, in its luxury, elegance,
Il quiet, was poor Winnie's Paradise Re
gained on earth.
Il do not indeed, Captain T~rcdennick,"
was poor Winnie's childish reply; and the
great tears started TO her sad, earnest
gray eyes. 'Please don't think me rude"
She was so awkward, so unpublished, so
ignorant, she thought. Her step.mother
often SAD so, broadly and directly: Mad
am Vivian often limited itin ladylike Ian
guage of rebuke or advice.
Winnie had very good and sufficient rea,
sons for speaking and acting as she did.
apart from all IDEAS of mere etiquette: and
it was that knowledge, and the SHY, proud
fear of its being discovered. that made her
brows knit so ncrvonsly, and her pale face
flush beneath the %sailor's glance.
MY dear child" sud he, very gently,
81 think nothing but that you are a good.
sensible, thoughtful girl
Thu words were bnt kindly paternal in
tone and purport, and. as he uttered them,
he laid one hund reassuringly on her
shoulder, whilst the other claspcd her lit
tie. miserably cold, woolen-gloved fingers
in farewell; but Winnie shrans beneath
that gentle touch and the smile OF those
clear blue eyes, and the nervous witch
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