Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-10-29
WIN MES TRIUM PH
BY THE AUTHOR OBJ FAIRY GOLD.

by THE AUTHOR OBJ FAIRY GOLD"
This stocking is darned now, aunt
Sarah" said Winnie, striving for the soft
answer that turneth away wrath; "shall !
so and make the pot-piei"
mo, you sha'n't," answered Miss Whit.
ney; "Hannah'l do it a sight better than
you, l guess. Go over to Miss Green, and
ask her II she can come over here this af.
ternoon-1 want to speak to her"
miss Green, the music-teacher, auntP''
said Winnie, a little puzzled.
Yes" replied Miss Whitney. with grim
aumor looking at her shrivelled knotty
lands; don't you know that I'm going
% learn to play polkasy"
Miss Whitney seemed determined, Oh
mat brilliant, balmy summer day, to keep
aer pale young grand-niece abroad in the
pleasant tree-shaded streets and flower
scented lanes, for late in the afternoon she
was despatched again on an errand to a
Instant part Of the quiet, struggling town.
And you needn't run back like a hare,
painting for breath!' cautioned the grim,
kindly old woman, who, in downright
ruth, dearly loved and tried to indulge,
n an old-fashioned, grave, undemonstra-
i've fashion, the girl-niece she had taken
from her dreary English home, as she
never yet had loved or INDUCED any one
Or anything in her life before: only she did
not moose that Winifred should perceive
This. IL was very injurious to children,
according to the strict, grim, Puritanism
of Miss Whitney's doctrine, that they
should know themselves to be the objects of
lender, watchful love, needing their every
wish and fancy. "And that black hat of
yours Is too heavy for this hot weather."
Miss Whitney remarked in disapproval, as
Il she merely disliked the idea of a sun
stroke for her niece, and did not think that
4 new hat would be a source Of some
pleasure to a young girl. You'd better
go into Fletcher's when you're ont, and
get a white one-plain, Winifred, with a
bit of black-lace or something simple.
There's three dollars for you-that will be
enough"
"Oh, aunt, thank you-it will be plen-
tyr said Winnie, gratefully. 81 will get
q nice one-one that you will be sure to
like"
And when Winnie was safely gone, and
the gate closed behind her, two tears
aimmed the glasses of Miss Sarah Whit
ney's formidable spectacles.
ITS not many q niece, or daughter
either" she muttered, that would think
drst of all Of getting what I'd be sure to
ike She's been Elizabeth Anne Caer-
lyons daughter long enough" continued
The old lady, beginning to count over a
roll OF ban bills from a plethoric pocket
book, and a hard-worked neglected poor
slave of a child, too! But she's mine now"
said Miss Whitney, laying down a COM
tortable-looking pile Of ten-dollar bills,
and | guess she shall have just as good a
time as other folks daughters have in n
Tree country"
1t was after sunset when Winifred re-
turned, and, entering the parlor slowly
with a paper parcel in her hand, found
Miss Green UlS-d-riS with her aunt ut the
tea-table, spread with the best damask
cloth and napkins, the red and white
china, fresh corn bread, flaky biscuits, and
raspberry jam in one of Miss Whitney's
old treasured Dresden dishes.
well, Miss Caerlyon, here / am again,
you see; your aunt has been kind enough
to insist on my staying" said Miss Green,
O clever, lively, agreeable "schOol-maiden"
Of some fiye-and-thirty years Of age.
II am going to learn my polkas, you
see, Winifred," put in aunt Sarah, looking
very humorous and CHEEKY from some cause
or other.
Miss Green was smiling, and looking
very humorous, too; and. following the
glaDces of their eyes, Winifred stared hard
at the new occupant of the recess beyond
the old-fashioned fireplace.
Where where did that dear little
piano come from?" she cried, dropping
the paper bag and rushing over open