The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-10-07
WlNNlE'S TRIUMPH.

|WlNNlE'S TRlUM PH.
81 THE AUTHOR OF "TAIRY Gold"
Was 1t the prescience Of a coming crisis
of fate that kept Winnie Caerlyon linger-
Ing there, her little hands grasping tho
cold, frost-rimed ironbars, gazing with q
dreamy smile at the old home of the Trcd-
ennicks. and bordering curiously whose
could be the footsteps that had disturbed
the thin white crust OF frozen snow, while
the last ain rosy smile of the winter sun
drew farther away and, leaving her in the
cold gray evening light. shot his parting
rays Of level crimson radiance upon the
boles of the old chestnut trees andgnarled
oaks, and athwart the windings OF the
snow-clad avenue9
Brightly, radiantly, indeed. they shone,
for to Winnie Caerlyon's dazzled gaze they
seemed to illumine suddenly q mass of
rich color and gistentng sheen like the
hues OF an exotic blossom or the plumage
of q gorgeous bird. glowing on the amber
and crimson hues; the festoOned velvet
robes of a woman's rich and beautiful ap-
parel-gleamtng on dainty lacquered
boots, slim, close-ftting furred jacket, CO
quettish velvet hat with It's tuft of crimson
and amber feathers stirring in the keen
frosty breeze.
Fondly the pale red sun fingered and
shimmered hero and there about the. tall
swayi.g graceful form ere he sank to rest
In his western ocean-bed, as il he thought
to exhibit to the companion who walked
beside her each hidden beauty that his ad.
n,iring eyes had not yet discovered-the
glow and flash of proud bright eyes, the
peachy flush painting the pure, smooth
cheek, the dainty ear, the firm. rounded
chin, the golden-bronze of her masses Of
shining hair, the cleaning pearly teeth,
the ripe, curvtng lips. Winifred Caerlyon
did not miss one detail of that proud rare
beauty in the very flush of its spring-time
of youth, wealth, and high spirits, with
the added charms Of all hat wealth, In
d%uISence, and an imperial self-will could.
bestow to make it almost perfect.
The beautiful young lady Of her rever.
entail Notwithstanding more beautiful
THAN ever now-looking SO evidently to
him who walked beside her. with his ad.
miring gaze fixed on the proud, Low ely
face, HI smile serenely bright as he re-
sponded to hers, all his regard devoted to
notice her slightest gesture, to catch the
/ Cor WIN OkAuV q AAVAA U11OSC T1VSHs
notwithstanding lips, to re-echo the merry
laughter of hat clear, ringing voice. Oh,
how beautiful-how lovable-how worthy
Of all honor, all regard, all dearest, highest
affection must she be-young, lovely, be-
loved, gifted, well-born, wealthy, enviable
Mildred T~redennick!,
For one moment the passionate fra of a
Jealous despair leaped into the patient
white face and the gray eyes OF the girl
standing without In the cold shadow and
drifted snow looking in upon those two
figures in the sunshine-stalwart, hand
some, gallant, smiling Stephen Treden-
nick, and the fair imperial woman who
was the object of his devoted lover-like
attention-and then a darker shadow than
that OF the clustering laurcls fell on her
stricken brow, anumb cold W .ght seemed
to fall on her trembling limbs, and her
hands relaxed their rigid hold of the cold
iron bars, and through the cold frosty
evening shades Winnie Caerlyon stole
away swiftly.
With a dull heavy %throbbing at her
heart, u dull intangible pain quiyering
through her very soul. with compressed
lips and hands c!asped tightly over her
breast, as u who tries to stifle the an
guish OF a mortal inward wound, she sped
swiftly on in bewildered haste, scarce
knowing whittier that familiar road by
Tregarthen Head was leading her, seeing
nothing blu those two figures in the sun
light, hearing nothing but the echo Of
Mildred Tredennick's clear 1mperious
tones. In her dizzy confusion of thought
and vision, h almost imagined that she
encountered them again face to face at the
cross-road leading to Tolgooth mines, and
shrank ~breathlessly aside from the pair
that stood in converse together.
MY word, Miss Caerlyon, you're enough
to give one a start, positively!' and in
alarm, partly real and partly simulated,
Miss Trewhella caught up her silk hounces
in her lemon-colored %kid-gloyed hands,
and whirled around with a sharp little
scream, as Winnie passed close beside her.
Nov didn't she give you q start, Mr..
Pascoe, tooi I am sure l never saw or
heard her coming!"
Acquainted as Winnie had hitherto been
with the fashionable waiting-woman's
resources in the way of effective toilettes,
her information had evidently fallen far
short of Miss T%rewhella's ability in this
direction; and she gazed confusedly at
the splendid apparition, in order to make
sure that her unsteady sight and fast
%throbbing brain had not misled her as to
the identity Of the person attired In rich
black silks aud velvets, a gold chain, and
the long-coveted silky and jet-black Astra.
khan furs.
Miss Trewhella's hair was crimped and
curitd, Miss Trewhella's complexion had
the most extraordinary, charming blend.
ing Of roses and lilies in lieu OF its usual
sallowness, and n lemon-gloyed hand
held a fragile lace mouchotr, most deli
cately perfumed with essence of wood
violet.
Winnie glanced from her to Mr.. Pascoe,
whose gracious countenance wore al awk-
ward, detected expression.
Evening, Winifred," said he, sulkily,
kicking the snow about with his boot.
II did not rise out of the earth, or drop
down from the sky" observed Winnie,
colby, in reply to Miss Trewhella's excla.
nation. II saw you both standing here
a I came over from the cliff road"
"Ah, yes" said Miss T%rewhella. recov-
ering herself with a genteel cough and
smile, I'VE were talking, Miss Caerlyon
Mr.. Pascoe and L"
The gentleman, hearing himself alluded
to, looked up. more sulktly, If possible.
II was speakin' a few words to Miss
T%rewhella." explained he, shortly and
roughly, as II to deprive the conversation
of any complimentary significance with
which the lady strove to invest It; .'she
were a-tellin' me the news" I
"Ah, yes" the lady responded, smiling
sweetly; II was just saying to Mr.. Pascoe
that it is such q pleasant thing-so suita-
ble-quite charming indeed-and one gets
sadly lonely at Roseworthy; but now we
have a pleasant prospect, Visitors, and so
forth, you know, Miss Caerlyon, make a
great change"
"Oh, certainly, said Winifred, nodding
q slight adieu, and endenvoring to hurry
on, but the lady Of the silk founces con.
tinuad In a hrlskar tome of ani9nafion-