Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-12-10

her abigail to be in one of her worst moods
she's dressed up so stylish, RELY, and In
such spiritsl No wonderi"
"Why'" Madam asked.
"Oh, Madam, no wonderi Why, every.
thing! Your inviting Of her here so beau
tiful and kind, and sending your carriage
and horses for her. Michael's wet through
and through going up that terrible hill at
Tolgooth IN the torrents Of rain, and the
carriages one patch of yellow mud. You
never saw the like, MADAME
"Do hurry with that platter interrupted
her mistress, shortly.
And her ladyship making so much of
her. too!' pursued Miss Trewhella, salts.
fed with the irritating effect of her first
piece OF information, and quitting it for
another, productive of possibly greater an
hoyance. Freely, l was surprised-quite
rs If Miss Winnie was her sister--a great
lady like Lady Mountrevor! Such conde.
scension, you know, MADAME
Her ladyship has d great many fam
eies," said Madam, coldly. 'She has no
reason to feel any peculiarly deep interest
In Miss Caerlyon that | am aware Of"
"Ah, well, of course it's q very nice
thing for poor Miss Winnie TO have Lady
Mountrevor notice her like thatp' the
amiable Observation-Disclosures smiling
meditatively over her mistress violet din.
her-dress. "Lady Mountrevor has Just the
same ways as her cousin, Captain Treden.
nick, hasn't She, MADAME Takes up
f~ancies, and likings and d~islikings for peo.
pie, just like Captain Stephen used'--she
was putting the last touches to Madam's
velvety drapery, and reserved her trump
card to the last. Its a terrible stormy
night" she murmured, plaintively, as if
partly to herself. 81 do hope it1l all pass
away, and the fine weather come before
Captain Stephen comes into the Channel.
Madam, is it a week or ten days now until
we may expect him? Miss Winnie was
reckoning the time, but | forgot what she
said.'
"Miss WINNER Madam calculated, in
voluntarily, with m angry start and con-
traction of her eyebrows. "Miss Winnie
knows nothing about the probable time of
Captain T~rcdennick's return, further than
she might learn from common report"
she continued, more quietly and careless.
ly. You must a been mistaken, Ire
whella."
"Oh. l dare say-perhaps / was, Mad.
am" Miss Trewhella returned, sneering
as broadly IS she dared.
Eyes; and you think | was mistaken,
too, don't you? Oh, yes; and you're not
veNed ut all. Oh, dear, no!' Miss IRE.
whella muttered TO herself m~alevolently,
as she stood to watch her stately mistress
descending the wide marble staircase with
slow, deliberate steps, looking so like n
noble old white-haired queen ia her purple
velvet train, and with Il jet tiara on her
silvcry rippled ~trcsses. You're too proud
and grand, and naughty to see what's I'M.
der your eyes; but it's not for want of me
showing of it to you," she went on, cycling
Lady Mountrcyor's drawn portiCrc ven.
omOusly, and debating whether she dared
venture inside it with her ear TO the key.
hole for a few minutes. You're so grand
and everyone belonging to you SO high and
mighty, you think she'd never dare! And
she wouldn't, either-oh, no, not at all
And you wouldn't have had for your niece,
seven years ago, the Coastguardman's
daughter, Mrs. Stephen Trcdennick, only
for me a-putting of you up to things, and
a-telling of you what he meant-a great
soft dolt, with his paying visits and taking
walks, and twenty-pould presents--oh,
dear, no! And she haven't been to Amer.
lea for nothing, with her painted cheeks
and heaps of curls, like one Of the girls in
the ~stairyscope pictures, running over
here fetching and carrying for Madam as
soon as ever she heard tell of the Captain
coming home-such meanness!'' the gentle
s%oliloquist aaid, with q writhe of her upper
lip that completely uncovered one SHARP