The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-09-17
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BIZ THE AUTHOR OF Parry GOLD.
As true as that5there i was 4 msr
who was q hero to his brc
70 true ts IT that the hauehtisst belle. the
most brilliant leader Of Fashionable sncie.
", never was, never is, never will be. <
heroine, wonderful, adorable. unattaina-
Bile, perfect, to the adroit personape VII
knows thai she has q fashion Of wearing,
her boots on one side, that she is constant
" AFFLICTED with chapped5 lips, that there
are some cunning pads about that charm
ing figure, or that the tooth next her left
eye-tooth can be removed Mt will.
Madam Of ~Roseworthy formed no excep-
hon to the rule. The only person on earth
who sighted Madam's words and despised
her pride, secretly, who sought opportuni-
lies to pay off atfronts or grievances. md
who actually, by dint Of a~uerulous, spite.
tul, declarations of her constant and nnre.
Quilted devotion to her mistress. nv de-
spairing threats and manifestations Of
henrt-brokenness and wounded feelings
under any proyocation, had maintained an
ascendancy greater than anyone else over
Madam Vivian, was her waiting-woman-
Elizabeth Trewhella.
"A splendid present, certainly.n she
said, coldly, feeling annoyed that she had
allowed Trewhella to perceive her dis
pleasure at her nephew's rich gift; sbnt +
shink, II Captain Trcdcnnick had asked
me. l could have told him of something
which Miss Winnie would have liked
much better. 1t he had sent her a nice
gold watch and a black silk dress, they
would have been much more useful.to her
man one expensive article like that. Hand
me the Times, Trewhella, md spread the
lofa-blanket over my feet; l shall not go
down again, | think-Id do not feel quite
well.n
Not a bit OF It'll" thought Miss IRE
Whella, indicating herself, as she glided
softly about, with a meek, sorrowfnl ex-
preston, attending to her mistress wants.
"You are in such a rage ut the Captains
giving her that fur jacket that you don't
want to see her again! The young mink
How; ever die she get him to promise it to
herr I'LL make Madam tell me sometime
when she is in humor. I am with his
aunt, Shaving and waiting on her these
ten years, and I never got but a few half
sovereigns from him at Christmas-and
that vulgar old cook and the butler the
same. Miss Winnie Cacrlyon. q young
chit he never saw before, gets a twenty
guinea jacket from hint Upon my word
he didn't admire her fine long hair for
nothing! A k~eepsake-no less! Thought
Pascoe, the purscr at Tolgooth, was the
one to give her keepsakes, and not Mad
ANS nephew, Captain Stephen Treden-
nick of Tregarthen. And isn't Madam
vexeds She knows there's more in it than
She knows about; and that sly young one
| fn nrafnnd she ,vop foGa,, oil re i, ,r,n:,a
And isn't he sly, too! Sober Captain
Tredennick, that you wouldn't think knew
whether a body had n head on 'em or not.
Madam's up to him more than other folks.
That's what put her out so the morning i
told her he'd been admiring Miss Winnie's
hair. And how came Captain Tredennick
into the housekeeper's rooln.' says she, as
sharp as vinegar"
Aloud the obsequious attendant Inquired,
meekly and respectfully
Shall l send Miss Winnie up to read to
you, Madam?"
mo, thank you," replied her mistress,
very quietly.
"she's studying that one page a long
time" said Miss Trewhella to herself, with
an inward sheer. II wouldn't stand in.
Miss Winnie's shoes for something. She'll
catch it heavy enough, some time or other,
about the Captains grand keepsake. l
wonder what will Pascoe say?n
Madam isn't coming downstairs again,
Miss Winnie" Miss Trewhella announced,
entering the d~rawing-room with u cat
like step, to find Winnie sitting in the
window-seat, her face pressed against the
panes.
SIS she not! Is she not well? Am / to
go up and read to her, Miss Trewhellas,
she asked, starting up and displaying a
pale. tear-swollen face to the lady's-maid's
keen eyes.
sShe is quite well, but you're not to go
up to read to her. She wishes to be %alone,'
said Miss Trewhella, sailing about the
room in a f~ree-and-ensy manner, darting
sharp looks Mt Winnie, and envious ones
at the fur jacket and sailing out again,
humming q song, and leaving the door
open.
''she is angry with me! Oh, what shall
I dol" cried poor Winnie in despair. ooh,
why did he do such a cruel thing2 l may
as well go home again-I would ask her
to forgive me, but l have done no wrong"
Hastily putting on her old worn jacket
and little straw hat, she pulled down her
veilto hide her face, and stole upstairs to
the door with the green tlossy mat and
heavy velvet hangings shrouding the en-
trance to Madam's drcssing-room.
She knocked twice without evoking
any response, and then softly turned the
handle.
who is there?" Madam called sharply.
"Trewhella, why do you disturb me2"
ut is ], Madam-Winnie!'' came the
faint little voice.
tTl1en why do you disturb mean Madam
demanded, more sharply and angrily. III
I required your presence, I should have
sent for YOU"
81 only'camc to ask if I am to go home,
Madam, as Trewhella said you were not
coming down any more"
Eyes, you may" responded her patron.
ess, shortly. "Shut the door, please, and
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