The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-11-05

|WlNDlE's RUM Il
ay THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD"
why should ] prize 1t. Madam" she
asked, sharply. |" don't want to be ugly.
but I don't see any reason to set such 4
wonderful value on my beauty. It will
last long enough, Idare say, and I don't
sec that it has done anything particular
for me, or need do anything. I don't in.
tend to sell it for money! have enough
| of my own to satisfy me. Iwant my liber-
ty,' . the young dcbutdnte cried, arrogant
ly-"my liberty to go where I please, and
when l please, and be independent OF
everyone. II / please! I should like to 20
up the Mediterranean, or the Nile, instead
of baking in this hot, detestable, dusty
town:I II like to go wandering about over
the world, to go to India with a regiment"
continued Mildred, waxing reckless ba-
fore her aunt's haughty eyes md cold
smile; Ego up to the hills, preside over
Indian raca-courseS, ride out to. n boar OF
q tiger hunt, and live in u bungalow,
Madam Vivian with the utmost pleasure
could have boxed her niecc's ears with her
own white hands. bit she constrained her
self with an effort, and, clever woman as
she was, recovered her smiles and easy,
graceful manner in n few moments.
II am not quite sure about the boar
and tiger hunting, Mildred, dear she
snid, with u light laugh: but I think you
may be able to realize your Nile ms Med
't%crranean lon.ings before another year"
Yes Mildred muttcred, angrily, to
herself, Gin that oalous Lord Mountrevor's
yacht! That would just suit him and Mad
am both! They would drive me mad in
six weeks-the clever intriguing OF the
one, and the inRne platitudes OF the other
"a painted, padded fop!'
She was alone for a few minutes, while
Madam superintendent some millinery
preparations in an adjoining apartment,
and, YEARLY surveying the dingy houses,
the row OF first-floor windows, the trim,
iiowercoyered balconies, the white pave
ments, the dull, dusty ~decorousness OF the
dull, fashionable street, Mildred let her
thoughts fly off as birds from a cage to the
vista which her own wild, reckless words
AuOa SOuJuhSI uP-poSAt aOSuANAAAAs VIZ
tanned, prisoned falcon as she was!
.'Oh, how l should delight in it,' she
said, with q passionate gasp, ITO be free,
to be away from London, and fashionable
people, and dusty streets, and crowded
bathrooms, mud idiotic partners who wear
%coronets!'
The speech seemed rather an inconsist-
ent one for n young lady who habitually
wore Paris-made robes, and was particular
ABOUT the shade of her parasolSa and gloves
oeing in perfect unison. But Mildred
rredennick, loving beauty and beautiful
things just for their own sake, and pos
sessing an innate exquisite taste for colors
and effects which could endure no outrage
Of its perception, always chose just as that
perfect taste guided for, were the cost lit.
tie or much. 1t generally vas much; but
:hen, us she said in her own girlish phrase.
ology, she had money enough;" and,
moreover, Mildred Tredennick was charm
ingly inconsistent at all times.
"And how I should like to go to India,
and ride at daybreak-a long stretching
gallop by the sea-shore, as BERTHE told me
he used to have!' And then the Gagged
falcon dropped her proud head, and q
dreary look clouded her bright eyes.
BERTHE, my darling" Mildred whispered
with u tender glow INT soft Pickering
smile on her face that peer or coronet
never could, never would bring there,
why don't you write to me? BERTHE, my
own dear lcve. three long months, and not
a line! Oh, BERTHE, what would I not give
20 be free to ramble about the world with
you! How happy we should bep'
You arc an exceedingly e%xtravagant
girl, my dear" said Madam, re-entering
the room; but l must say that that dress,
with those graduated shades of blue satin
and p~oult-dc-soic, andthat exquisite whits
Brussels lace, is simply perfection"
But exquisite dresses were no novelty to
Miss Tredennick; and, besides, she felt
weary and low-spirited today. She posi-
lively refused to ''try on" the dress, say.
Ing that one annoyance of the kind was
sufficient.
Don't you feel well, Mildred" Madam
asked ut length, with the air Of one who
was enduring martyrdom.
No, I don'tl" replied Mildred, shortly.
You had better lie down, and let Nor,
ton or Trewhella battle your head with
eau-de-colognc, and take q little red Law.
ender,n advised Madam, in the same tone
Nonsense. Madam" cried Miss Tired
ennick, almost rudely; II never surrender
myself helplessly into the hands Of serv.
ants when | feel out of sorts, to be fused
about and nurl>a like a sick lapdog.'
And the curtained doorway fiuttered and
ie door banged as Miss Tredennick swept
,ut.
y
"And you have no conception, Stephen, ("
Madam said, late that evening to her
nephew, who had come to dine with them,
md later still to escort them to Hollings-
.ey House--.'you have nc conception now
Mildred has tried me today First about
her dress, which she would not try on,
though it requires some alteration, and
then about Lord Mountrevor, who called
at three o'clock and she would not zee
him! l cannot tell what is the matter
with the girl" concluded Madam, almost
In despair. II will not undertake her
chaperonagc during another season II she
Ices not alter. / must say that she is not
much comfort or society to me either"
At the moment Madam would not for
aer fortune three times over have vel
:omed her manageable ward as her
quiet. atfectionate, hnd-hearted nephew's
wife, and at the same moment, oddly
,nough, with her final words, her thoughts
vent with sudden quick regret to one who
aad been the most thoughtful. patient,
gentle, obedient, and agreeable Of young
companions.
Poor little WINNER she said to her
lelf. with q sigh. .'If Mildred were ten
lines as handsome and clever, she would
ieyerfbe one-half as amiable and lovable
Is that poor foolish little creaturem
BLESSINGS brighten as they take their
tight" Winnie, departed to an u~nattain.
tble distance, gone from all chance of ex-
,rting the wlles and charms which Mad,
ANS Jealous suspicion dreaded. had be.
come quite q treasure to be mourned over
Aud a standard whereby to measure.
"If the silly petulent little thing had not
:ushed off to America in that absurd and
1ngrateful fashion, without even coming
70 bid me goodbye, I should have taken
aer back again, perhaps" Madam unused.
cousin Stephen" said Mildred, weari-
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