The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-09-24

homo again, sure enough,
she replied. in a louder tone. to Winnie,
who was watching the proud handsome
girl WithSa kind of fascination; and Miss
Mildred Tredennick's come to stay with
her.,
Il am Miss T%redcnnick, Irewhella. /
have corrected you before for naming me.
IN that school-room fashion, interrupted
the young lady, haughtily; and, vouchsaf-
ing Winnie only another coldly-surprised
glance, she turned lightly on her heel, and
walked off toward the cliif-path again,
evidently to permit the lady's:maid and
the iady's-maid's friend-the shabby hard.
Worked-lOoking girl-to have q chat to.
gether.
That naughty parting glance which she
tntuitiyely understood, stung Winnie into
remembrance of herself.
II am glad to hear that Madam is WELL"
she said, rs coldly and distantly as Miss
Tredennick could have spoken. Good
evening--the young lady is waiting for
YOU"
well, but-Miss winnie-Miss Win
MEL" Miss Trewhella over to the win
dow, and Acknowledgements her smart sum.
lace, into the kitcheh-'aren't you coming
lHONCA w tbo Wy dkatAy Gll!a III IL De
coming over tomorrow or next day, won't
you?"
She knew well that Winnie Caerlyon
was not coming to Roseworthy tomorrow
or next day. or any day afterwards, but
she could not resist the feminine banker.
ing to flaunt over q fallen rival, made
doubly triumphant-such was the noble
calibre of Miss Trewhella's mind-by the
r. orcoto,,vpacc re bnr NJ 11ua Fo,n-,l
silk and Winnie Caerlyon's forlorn shah
biness.
Not unless Madam sends for me- said
Winnie, not pansing to look round as she
hastily quilted the kitchen, and ran up
stairs to the little room with the dorme1
window, shared with two of her young
step-sisters, where she pulled off her
working dress, whilst tears of mortifica
tion and pain rolled down her flushed
cheeks.
She was not a philosopher, poor Winnie
only a woman-and a young, sensitive
woman, of girlish years.
That was his cousin, that beautiful,
young lady, who1ooked at my dirty dress
and untidy hatr,', she said. with a sup
pressed, bitter cry. 81 couldn't help it.
was doing SO much work to-day. But oh
how She despised me as n poor, common
servant-liKe girl! She will never think o.
me as anything else
She bathed her pallid. weary face in
water; she braided up the lark silken
masses OF her hair above the marble-whitt
brow and violet-shadowed eyes; she hasti.
ly arrayed herself, in spite of aching arms
and nervous hands. in her neat, freshly
ironed print dress, with its clean lace frill
and tiny blue-ribbon bow: but the tear.
came again and again into the sad darl
eyes as she took a hasty last glance at thu
little looking-glass.
"No," she said, drearily and quietly, q.
am nothing but q poor, plain, hard-work
ing girl, who does the work of a servant
I should never forget that. Mildred Tired
ennick never will. He never would If h
saw me as she did this EVENING"
CHAPTER x.
"What a sulky sort o. way that ther,
maid do go on withto be suren!, Mr.. Pas
coe remarked, with a dissatisfied scowl il
the direction of the wearer of the prin'
dress who was sitting outside the window
in the soft SUMNER twilight. with little
peeYish, whinpering, clinging Louie ii
her arms as usual.
"Ah!!'' responded Mrs. Caerlyon, with
toss of her head, SITS because she's not of
to her grand company every evening d
she used to do"
"Ay,nM Mr.. Pascoe said, with a deepe,
scowl; "'twas high time to stop that Their
running hafter grand ladies and grant
sentlemen-high time, 'Lezabeth!!n
Well explained Mrs. Caerlyon. short
ly, rs there seemed to be a certain amount
OF blame charged to her in her worthy
cousins atc ents, "'twas Madam stopped
it herself-all you'd have said for q
t~welvemonth wouldn't have made hel
leave else.n
"And you'd ave hallowed her to stay
would 'e?" Mr.. Pascoe demanded, in d
higher key, t%ransposing aspirates abund
'antly in his vehemence. You'd ave hal
lowed that maid to go On making Of her
self a country talk, with her visits to Rose
worthy and her coming home ut daybreak
with strange s~ea-captains, and getting
grand presents from 'em, would 'e-wonli
'cf Then / tell 'e, 'Lezabeth, you NIGH
pretty soon ave keeped 'eer maid shut VI
nthome, for she couldn't show her face
abroadr'
What dye mean by that, cousin Thorn
as?D asked Mrs. Caerlyon, ahgrily. .'The
maid haven't lost her good name-hav,
oaS-GAdey C oitOutN opSdh 1lhS CuuC! .Ha
She's not thought none the better of
I can tell 'en'Mr. Pascoe retorted with {
nod of assurance, his foxy fnce hardening
into u splendid smile. Miss Winifred i.
none the better for her grand friends ant
her grand presents-I heard many a one
making remark bout II"
THEY were talking greatly Of that fins
fur jackettth The Captain gave her, / know
L Qnih the utap.fppfhar 1ar haitian fn,1foo,x
of justice and common sense conten dint
with her jealousy of Lady Winifred"-al
she had taken to calling her when in spec
ial moods of ill-temper-and her provincial
keen-cdged delight in scandal of whateve,
nature. 81 heard aunt Mary and cousi,
Anna Maria Carthew going ON about it il
asreat way, saying that he must NEAR
something by it-that he wouldn't go Civ,
a-twenty-guinea jacket to a girl unless h
meant to go farther: but 'tisn't likely,
think, though Winifred's q genteellookinl
sort of girl when she's dressed OUT
If Mrs. Caerlyon meant this as a politi
speech, implying that Mr.. Pascoe had bet
ter make sure of Winifrcd whilst he coult
his tardy proceedings in this matter be
Ing a vexation OF spirit to her, now es
pecially sirce Winifred's salary wa los
she signally failed. Mr.. Thomas Pascoe
having n secret consciousness that, as
rival to Captain T~redennick, he would no
figure very nobly, and possessing likewis,
a5great amount of Uriah Keeps peculia
description of "~3umbleness,n, was stunl
into a dangerous state Of defiance of "cous
in 'Lezabeth'' and everybody else.
mo, 'tssn't Hkely-'tesn't very likely
he said, sneering in m ugly fashion that
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