The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-10-29


ing her face on one of the grim, hard,
carved arms, "and must wear a little tok-
en- Of mourning for the poor young Eng
lish stranger TINT they are going to bury
in that sunny corner. like the place where
my mother is buried in Trewillian church,
yard"
Land sakes, I uever heard such aqueer
girl as you are!'' calculated Miss Whitney.
"yyho on earth is its And what do you
want to 90 to the funeral fors"
ooh, it's the poor young fellow that was
hurt in the railroad accident a month ago,
L guess said Miss Green, wiping her eyes.
"It was very sad, Miss Whitney; he was q
young English officer from Canada, down
on leave to New York, and the poor fellow
was so badly hurt that time when the cars
ran off the rails-a month ago, you re-
member-that he had to be Just carried
into Farmer Healey's, at Place Vale, aud
has been Lying there ever since. heard
that he was dead yesterday morning. It's
very sad, poor young fellow
"He was a stranger in n strange land,
dear aunt Sarah,f Winifred pleaded; mo
mother or sister to nurse him, or weep for
him now that he is dead; and I thought
that perhaps someone that loved him in
England would be glad isI followed him
to the grave, and planted a few flowers
there
She was weeping now from the depths
of her tender emotion, and, although she
did not know it, there We're no dry eyes
with those who had heard her speak.
won't you play something, Miss Caer-
lyon. my denr?' said the school-mistress,
gently, some time afterwards.
And Winifred, feeling as if it We're a
conservation of her aunt's kind gift, played
softly and s%oletnnly, while her tears fell
forthe young soldiers memory, ''The Dead
March in SAUL
r. CHAPTER XVI.
1t wa the last ball of the season-this
grand ex elusive reception ut Lady Hol-
lngsley's-and all Belgravia and Ty-
BURMA, from the Dan to the Beersheeba
of the fashionable world, was astir with
eagerness to obtain cards of Invitation; for
the last ball Of the season at Hollingley
House was.not as other balls-rather was
it viewed rs the reserved piece of music to
adorn the wind-up of u s0tTec musicale,
the grand chorus of a festival, the final
dazzling bnrstof splendor of a pyrotech-
mic exhibition, the triumphal march. with
bands playing, colors flying, arms burn
ished, uniforms cleaning nnd glowing, of
a c%onquering army quitting a well-won
field.
For the pleasure of an evening in Lady
Hollingsley's airy, elegant, brilliantly
lighted rooms, amidst the wearers of coro-
nets. the great. the gifted, the mobiles by
rank anG by natnre-forSLady Hollingslcy
gave as much honor to one Us to the other
for the chances of boudoir tcte-a-tetcs,
of semi royal quadrilles, of u supper over
which Mandatory newspaper paragraphs
exhausted their stock of French encomi-
ums-for honors and glories and delights
like these, and more, chaperons and de
battd1ltes, wives and mothers, young men
and maidens, old men md staid maidens,
intrigued and hoped, and were disappoint-
ed or rejoiccd, according as Louisa, Lady
Hollingsley, selected to pass over or de-
lighted to honor.
1t was the last ball of the season, but it
had not quite arrived yet. 1t was fixed
for the twenty-eighth of July, and guests
were not expected to arrive before ten D.
n. 1t was now q little more than ten a..
M, and the guests expectant had scarcely
emerged from their bed chambers, if, in
deed, the weary debutdntcs and wearier
%chaperons before alluded to had risen from
their pillows at all.
81 uni sure, my love- said one weary
chaperon, loosely robed in mauve silk
embroidered cashmere, seated in an easy
chair, and languidly slipping chocolate,
II never expected for u ONE to see you
until luncheon-time, after that wearisome
musical affair of last night
why did you go then?' cooliy demand
ed the ungrateful dcbutantc. 81 am sure
it afforded no particular delight to me to
hear those wretched fugues, and synco-
pated passages, and solos, and stlrieking
violins, and moaning Yioloncellos for three
hours
"Norto me, Miss T~redennickp, retorted
the chaperon. sharply. II went simply
for the reason that brought me up from
my quiet country home to undergo the
fatigue and turmoil of q London season."
Mildred Tredennick was silent. She
was weary Of the subject at issue between
her clever, indomitable, self-willed, hand
some aunt and herself-as weary Us she
was of the London season.
"Three more years nearly before / shall
be tw%enty-one," she thought, YEARLY; 81
am only eighteen and seven months,
What is the use of having money and be-
ing handsome? I might as well be q slave
to aunt Vivian"
The thought was perhaps a little unjust
to "aunt Viyian,n for it was certain that,
if Mildred Tredcnnick was a slave to that
lady's worldly projects and purposes, she
was an extremely rebellious and trouble
some one. +
81 declare,n Madam often exclaimed,
from the very depths of her vexed soul, to
her nephew, Stephen Tredennick, eff Mil
dred Tredennick marries a coronet, I shall
deserve t'much more than she."
And Stephen TreLennick us often adj
vised, "Then don't trouble yourself to
marry her to a coronet," but little hoping
that it would be of the slightest avail to
restrain Madam Vivian from the course
Of worldly policy, contriving, scheming,
misunderstanding which she was so des.
perately pursuing for her troublesome
ward.
Madam had almost totally despaircd Of
the match she had first SO fondly planned.
Even il she could coax and flatter Mildred
into wedding the cousin whom she loved
as o brother, she could not persuade
Stephen Tredennick to marry the beauti-
full. naughty, hi~gh-spirited girl on whom
his quiet, tender affections could never
rest in perfect peace as his wife and com.
forter-the dear, gentle, soft-handed,
sweetyoiced, loving womun he sometimes
drsamily pictured as his wife, If such he
mightseSer possess-someone to sit by his
side at the, fire while he smoked or read
Thu. paper, someone to write him long low
ing letters when he was away, someone to
long and pray for each safe return. to
make the dreary old house ut Tregarthen
a happy, sunny home, alive with chill.
dren's voices, playing in the light Of a gen
tie mothers smile.
Imperial, self-willed Mildred Treden-