Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-08-27
WINNIE'S TRTU MPH
By THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD.

By THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD"
Yes; kindness, pity, admiration. He
liked her so much-gentle, loving, sympa-
thetic girl; he pitied her so much--poor
little, shabby, neglected, lonely. mother
less Winnie: admired her so ~much-clever,
intelligent, odd little creature, with the
beautiful eyes and hair, and wistful little
white face. Poor little Winnie-Pascoe
the purser's wife-in the future!
AND she?
Her tender, yearning heart, grown VIC.
manly almost before its time in the In
tensity of her fervent Imagination, her
quick intelligence, her gifted brain, had
garnered up a passionate wealth of love
which yearningly sought for an outlet in
the bare, chill existence of a hard, unloye-
ly, work-a-day, commonplace life, ignoble
in all save self-sacrihce; and now the mas
ter-hand-unknown, undreamt of until II
came-had come, and the magic of its
touch had turned the master-key aud un.
locked the garnered t~reasure-at once
for ever.
The passionate, girlish heart, in its wild,
strong faith, its quick impulses, its unrea.
soning instinct, had sprung towards him
with the kindling flame Of passionate
grateful liking In that first hour of their
meeting, when he had kindly thought Of
the forlorn little strangers comfort, kind.
ly troubled himself concerning her, smiled
on her as she thought none other ever had,
tenderly touched her hand, warmly praised
her one gift OF rare beauty; in shy, warm
regard n tremulous admiration when
they next met, and he was kinder, pleas
anter, more thoughtful and courteous
even than before-when the strange de.
light of his presence bewilderingly charm
ed away all the cold and loneliness and
dreariness of that cold, dreary walk in the
wild March morning-that walk that had
seemed in her remembrance since 70 lie
through an enchanted land, until the rude
interruption came and she trembled in
fear-the new strange fear-of her uncouth
lovers jealousy.
The purser had often limited before, to
her burning disgust and vexation, that
the real reason of her exceeding desire to
spend so much of her time at Roseworthy
was that she might ''set her cap at Mad
ANS nephew and this before she had
much more than heard of the probable re-
turn of that stranger relative OF her pa
~troness, Tredennick of Tregarthen.
The terror Of the coarse words, Of the
coarser insinuations that might follow any
avowal of acquaintanceship with Captain
~Tredennick, had haunted her from the
first moment-poor, sensitive, unfriended
girl!-and mingled distractingly with the
timid, reverential regard and admiration
that had taken such deep root in her fond,
faithful heart--such deep root that, all un.
known to herself (for such knowledge is
apt TO linger, unless forced on self-recog,
nition) 1T had sprung up fair and strong,
and its tenderness and purity and simple
sweetness had blossomed into love. In
the agony Of being humbled and morti-
fed before Stephen Tredennick, poor Win
ME became conscious Of the birth Of her
love.
If she had seen him ne more, the one
short glimpse into the Eden of youth
might have faded from her memoir as
time passed on: but thus it was appointed.
The goblet of life is held TO each lip: we
u each drink as it passes. Deeply or
slightly, all must drink of that bitter cup
Filled with waters that upstart
When the deep fountains of the heart,
by strong conyulsions rent apart,
Are running all TO waste.
For "he who has not learned to know
the depth and the darkness of the cup of
LIES has not learned TO live"
Stephen Tredennick did not kuow-how
should ne? Had he known-could he have
seen the end from the beginning-hc, the
brave, tender-hearted sailor, the kind,
wise, generous man, the honest chivalrous
gentleman, would have thought it us right
aud kind aid wise in him to take innocent
lonely, friendless young Winnie Caerlyor
In his arms, aud lay her under the colo
sea-waves In a deep ocean grave, as to fol
low the pleasant Impulse towards her so.
ctety on this sunlit March afternoon, to
seek her presence down on the quiet beach
by the murmuring waves, TO talk winning
ly, kindly, tenderly TO her In his deep pity
n warm liking, to look into the pure
depths OF her passionate eyes, to softly
touch her little thin work-worn hand, and
smile at the tremulous fushes on her in.
genuous emotional face. He was not sci
fish-kind, generous Stephen Tredennick
whom his sailors loved rs a commander
who considered his mems welfare as ever
prior to his own comfort: but this time he
had forgotten to consider the probable
cost of what was to him q rare gratil.
cation, n hitherto inexperienced enjoy.
ment, as he thought afterwards, laughing
at himself for the romantic folly of the
thought
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