Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-10-22

out of the English cemetery, unit
Sarah, . replied the gentle voice of the
young relative; there's such a quantity
of honey-scented geranium growing there,
and a great b 'sh of white roses in the
corner by the old wall"
"Hum-queer notion To go gatherin'
flowers ont OF a churchyard to bring into
n body's sitting-room!" returned Miss
Whitney, in a dissatisfied tone, sitting
down TO her mending basket. as that an
English notion. Winifred? If it is she
added, putting on her spectacles, you'd
ha' better left it behind you"
mo, never saw any one do it," Wini-
fred replied, gently rs ever. The low.
sweet, patient voice sounded lower, softer,
perhaps sadder than of yore, like the
twittering of a lonely bird" Miss Whitney
averred shortly. "But the white roses
looked SO fresh and beautiful, aunt Sarah,
that | thought it would he no harm to
pluck a few, | love white flowers so much"
What took You into that old cemetery
Mt ALL" queried Miss Whitney. You're
for ever going in there. Is il because ;here
happened TO be English bones laid there
fifty years ago that you have such a fancy
for sitting among graves and head-stones."
Perhaps that is one reason, aunt Sarah"
answered Winnie, truthfully; but the
chief reason is that there is one corner in
it so like Trewillian churchyard at home,
with the ivy creeping over the stones, and
tufts of pink daisies, and one tall elm tree,
that | could almost declare it was my
mothers grave that lay in the sunny an
gle; and | feel as if were actually back
in Cornwall again when | sit there and
hpar thn con dawn nj SnIIn1nr'g Dpipt -
Miss Whitney felt a little softened ut
the allusion to the fair young niece she
was fond of elght-and-twenty years be-
fore; but she would not show il "for the
world"
You're homesick for Tolgooth Bay, and
your step-mother, and her pack of chill
dren, / suppose, miss she remarked,
shipping away at the patching of a kitchen
towel-Miss Whitney never let rubbish
ing fancy-work' enter her house, zone
would think that n decent quiet home
would content you after that"
"Oh, aunt Sarah" cried Winifred, lift
ing a panied white face, you know that
| am contented and very grateful for itr'
'Then you %oughtn't to mope!'' retorted
Miss Whitney, sharply. II suppose the
house is too quiet for you, or you want
girls TO chatter with. You may go into
other houses, then, for You won't have any
chattering in here, Winifred Caerlyon!
I'll have no fussing and dressing and talk
ing about beauX and parties and fal-lals
under my roof!'
Six months before Winifred would have
shrunk, panied, mortified, and displcased,
at her old maiden grand-aunt's peevish
accusations. She had learned better now.
TIL patient meek girl has grown wiser
through the teaching Of her hidden sor-
row.
Give me those stockings TO darn,
anntie,' she said. with a slight smile;
''they are n great deal more in my way
than finery and parties
"Oh, girlsll be girls to the end of time,'
rejoined Miss Whitney: land Of course
you've your notions about fine clothes and
sweethearts and getting married, like all
the rest"
Winifred laughed.
"Well, If l have, what is the use OF my
troubling my head about them, aunt
Sarah?' she asked gaily. You know you
wouldn't permit it, if | wanted ever so
much to have fine clothes and sweethearts,
and get married"
Oh Miss Whitney returned, grimly,
old as / am, | am neither so old nor so
silly as to think that / could prevent you
if you took the notion, any more than !
could stop the grass from growing
well, but shall never take the notion:
so you will be spared all trouble about me
in that respect; at least, aunt Sarah"
"Why, pray" demanded aunt Sarah,
looking over her spectacles. You'll get
married when your time comes, though /
dare say you've an idea in your head now
that you won't have anyone but some fine,
tall, handsome fellow with curly hair and
a straight nose; girls are always going on
with that rubbish"
Winifred smiled slightly, but made no
reply; and Miss Whitney impatiently re.
garded the quiet attitude and the busy fin.
gers for a few moments in silence.
Crotchety and eccentric as she was,
there was one thing which provoked her
into incessant suspicion and impatient
cur~1osity-her young grand-niece's I'M
girlish quietness, docility, and reserved
Old-fashioned womanliness; though, had
she been otherwise, Miss Whitney would
have been merciless in rebuke and Gliding.
That's what he is, Isuppose, WinifredS"
she resumed, with a sour smile on her
wrinkled face.
"Whoe" she asked, with a start.
THAT fine gentlemen you left at homo
In Cornwall. You needn't deny it. know
well enough. That's what you're always