Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-07-16

neau OF q grand Oid race, the representative
of an old honored family, the holder OF a
great Inheritance; she simply did her duty as
nobly as she knew how to do it. There was
no thought Of self left in her, her whole
energies were directed for the good OF others.
III Sir Oswald could have known how the
home he loved was cared for, he would have
been proud of his successor. The hall itself,
the park, the grounds, were all in perfect
order. People wondered how il was all ar
ranged by this lady, who never seemed hur-
ried nor talked of the work she did.
Pauline occupied herself necessarily. for
the bright hopes of girlhood, she felt, Were
hers no longer; she had admitted thatthe 70
nance, the passion, the poetry of her youth
were unforgotten, but she tried to thinl
them dead. People wondered at her gravity.
She had many admirers, but she never show
ed the least partially for any Of them. There
seemed TO be some shadow over her, and only
those who knew her story knew what 1t was
that II was the shadow OF her absent love.
She was standing one day in the library
alone, the same library where so much Of
and incessant care that the management OF
her estates entailcd. She did not own it even
to herself, but she longed for the presence of
the only being whom she loved.
She was bending over some beautiful ia
ponicas-for, no matter how depr,ssed she
might be, she always found solace In flowers
when she heard the sound of a horses
rapid trot.
Farmer Bowman back again." she said to
herself, with q smile: but | must not give
way to him."
She was so certain that IL was her tlresome
tenant that she did not even turn her head
when the door opened and some one entered
the room-some one who did not speak, but
who went up to her with a beating heart, laid
one hand on her bowed head, and said:
Pauline, my darling, have you no word
OF welcome for me?"
1t was Vane. With q glad cry OF welcome
Ia cry such as a lost child gives when It
reaches its mothers arms-the cry of q long
cherished, trusting lovc-she turned and was
clasped in his rms, her haven of rest, hep
safe refuge, her earthly paradise, attained at
last.
AT last!' she murmured.
But lie spoke no word to her. His eyes
were noting her increased beauty. lie kiss
ed the sweet lips, the lovely face.
MY darling" he said, III left you q beau
tiful girl, but | find you q woman beautiful
beyond all comparison. 1t has seemed to me
an age since left you, and now l am never
to go away again. Pauline, you will be kind
10 me for the sake of my long, true, deep
love? You will be my wife MS soon as | can
make arrangements-will you not?"
There was no coquetry, no affection about
her; the light deepened on her noble face,
her lips quivered, and then she told him:
Yes, whenever you wish"
They conversed that evening until the sun
nad set. lie told her all his experience since
nc nau iel' her' ana she iouhd mat he had
passed through London without even walt
ing 10 see Lazy 81 Lawrence, so great had
oeeh ms longing 10 see her,
but the next gay Lazy 81 Lawrence came
GOWN ana py olr Vanes wish preparations
TOT the marriage were begun at once, Pau
iIhe preferred 10 DC married at Audleigh
hoyai ana among her own people.
lucy tcll now Oh lHat glorious Wedding