Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-10-01
WIN MES TRIUM PH
BY THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY ooLp..

BY THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GoLU..
Mr.. Pascoe was eating his supper, ana
particularly enjoying cold mutton ''pasty,"
observation-disclosures, and hot gin-and-water,
he restrained his anger until he had emp
tied the tumbler, and finished the last OF
the "pasty" crust, and then he arose and
wiped his fingers with u darkly determined
air.
I'm mean, am !, 'LezabethS" he said,
threateningly. "Do e tell me that Pm
mean9 Pm mean, am I~--becausc i don't
go to fling my wages away, buying finery
and stuff o. nonsense to please q girl that
don't know when she's well OFF, / might
have the more TO spend on your child for
all my meanness, 'Lezabeth-it might be
better for your Sarah Matilda IL l was
mean, though | wasn't mean enough to
refuse to give her the best my wages could
afford, and do for her Us eff she was my
own-an e go telling Of q man that he's
meanl'
81 said girls don't like n man to be mean
about money when he's paying 'cm atten-
tions, Thomas corrected Mrs. Caerlyon,
more conciliatingly.
We'll. then, / tell 'e,' said Mr.. Pascoe
that worthy young mans spirit being
reused to n pitch of desperation between
the insult to his unparalleled generosity,
us he considered il, and the threatened at
tack on the wages he loved to hoard up
so economically in the county bank-"I
tell e that some one else can buy ribbons
and silks for 'eer daughter, for | won't
nor have nothing more to say TO her Meth
er-an' so | tell 'el An ! told e afore that
I'd have nothen TO say TO n maid that I
have no great opinion Of Winifred can
get ribbons and silks where she got other
things, and I'll not have no more to say to
herr
This awful threat, Mr.. Pascoe doubted
not, would have the satisfactory effect of
making his cousin apologize, assure him
of her continued determination TO coerce
Winifred into proper behavior, admire
him for his prudence and his deposit in
the county bank, and humbly coax him
into more generous promises OF patronage
on behalf of Sarah Matilda.
But Mrs. Cacrlyon's spirit was thorough
~ reused too; she began to consider that
il was better. after all, to awe Winifred's
efficient services for herself; and at the
bottom of her heart was n little lurking
pity for her patient ~step-daughter's trou-
BILE, and u faint lurking hope that some
thing might come of it, better even than
Thomas Pascoe's generosity.
shell not have any more to say 70 yc-
so We needn't take much credit TO yourself
in that way, Thomas" said cousin Lea
BETH sea hingly; land, since that's the
way We speak Of her, I'd be sorry she did.
Pye no doubt the maid will find as good a
friend, and better n sweetheart than you,
whoever he'll be"
"Ah, Tredennick o. Tregarthen, +" sneered
Mr.. Pascoc, driving his hands nearly
through his ~coat-pocketS N his jealous
rage.
"Well," said cousin Iezabeth,' keep
ing the "whip-hand' with calm superiori-
ty still, what of ii, Thomas2 Tredennick
o Tregarthcu might look lower thar John
Caerlyoa's daughter. a leftenant in the
Royal Navy is as good as the captain of a
merchantmen, any day, Thomas Pascoe:
and ] am not very sure, Thomas Pascoe,
that any Of Lefteuant Caerlyon's daugh-
ters need go a-begging fos h~usbands-n0r
/ am not very sure, Thomas Pascoe," CON
tinued his offended relative with frightful
iteration, as her temper rose higher, that
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good as "A mine-purser any day-and SO /
tell yeI''
Mr.. Thomas pascoe thought Of his
house with the spare bedroom and best
parlor with haircloth sofa, of his deposit
account at the bank and his generous in
tertions regarding Sarah Matilda, and
could scarcely believe his senses. But
"cousin 'Lezabeth" thoroughly looked rs
II she meant what she said; and when she
went into Winifred's room before retiring
TO rest, and saw the weary look on the
thin, white, sleeping face, and the dark
wet eyelashcs-even in her dreams the
girl was oppressed with sadness-she
would have spoken the piece of her mind"
over again if need be.
"The maid looks said she with some
troubled anXiety-"the maid looks as if
her heart were breaking!'
CHAPTER XL.
aunt Vivian, l always considered you
to be n person possessed of excellent
taste"
Indeed, Mildred love-have you had
any reason to change your opinion"
Miss Tredennick rose slowly, and with
deliberate grace, from the velvet sofa ON
which she had been reclining, walked over
to the mirror and arranged n crushed
braid of her dark rich chestnut hair with
greater effect before she replied.
Rather. | understood that that little
companion Of yours was quite n pretty, in
teresting young creature
"Did | say so, MildredI" Madam Vivian
asked, turning round from the dressing
table where Miss Trewhella was meekly
and silently arranging her mistress beau
tiful silvery hair and lace head-dress.
you implied So" responded Miss Tired
ennick, carelessly--Madam never awed
her or made her nervous: II understood
that she was n clever, lady-like, intelligent,
pretty girl. She did not seem to me to be
anything hut a common, poor country
girl, like a servant"
"She was looking terribly poor and
shabby to-day, Madam interposed Miss
Trewhella, with IA shipper, Miss Mild
Miss Tredenuick was quite surprised"
II never said that she was ~pretty-never
thought so,' Madam said, coldly; but
she was my companion, who sat at my
table, Mildred: therefore it was impossible
that she could be a servant"
ooh, then it was you who gave me the
impression of her being clever, and attrac-
tive, and SNOWY, and all the rest of it,"
said Mildred Tredennick, turning to Ire
whella, and repeating, to the lady's-maid's
CONSERVATION, with placid u%nconcern,
what she hoped 1.-THE young LADY, had
listened to Us u confidential communica-
ton. 81 imagined her" added Madam
Vivian's niece, ito be quite a peculiar, be-
witching-looking girl-a clever, actress
like, intriguing young woman"
"Oh, Miss Mlidr-Miss Trcdennick! l
beg your pardon-I never" began Miss
Trewhella, breathlessly.
'Trewhellar cried her mistress, with q
naughty turn of her head.
"A clever. actress-like. intriguing young
woman, y repeated Miss Tredennick, "whc
inYeigled my cousin, Captain Tredennick.