Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-02-19
myself beautiful thoughts, and nature just
La my sinninr mistress - And than thu

myself beautiful thoughts, and nature just
now is my singing mistress" And then the
speakers voice suddenly changed, and a ring
of passion came into IL. "Who says that l
have been neglected. When you say that,
you speak i'll of my dear dead father, and no
one shall do that in my presence. You speak
SANDER, and SANDER Ill becomes an English
gentleman. Ii / was neglected when my
father was alive, / wish to goodness such
neglect were my portion nowr'
Sir Oswald shrugged his shoulders.
Each one to his or her taste, Pauline.
With very little more of such neglect you
would have been a"
lie paused; perhaps some instinct of prtl-
dence warned him.
"A whatP' she demanded, scornfully.
pray finish the sentence, Sir Oswald"
MY dear, you are too impulsive, too hasty.
You want more quietness of manner, more
dignity"
Her voice deepened in its tones as she ask
ed:
II should have been n what, Sir Oswald? I
never begin a sentence and leave it half fin
ished. You surely are not afraid to finish itP'
mo, my DEAR" was the calm reply; there
never yet was q Darrell afraid of anything
or earth. III you particularly wish Inc to dc
so, i will finish what l was about TO say.
You would have been a confirmed Bohemian,
and nothing could have made you a lady"
II love what you call Bohemians, and ! de-
test what you call ladies, Sir Oswald" was
the angry retort.
Most probably; but then, you see, Pauline,
the ladies of the house of Darrell have al
ways been adies-high-bred, elegant wo-
men. doubt II any Of them ever knew
what the word Bohemian meant"
She laughed a little scornful laugh, which
yet was sweet and clear as the sound OF sill
yer bells.
~ had almost forgotten" said Sir Oswald.
III came TO speak to you about something,
Pauline; will you come into the house with
me?'
They walked Oh together in silence for
some minutes, and then Sir Oswald began:
II went to London, as you know, last
week. Pauline, and my errand was on your
behalf"
She raised her eyebrows, but did not deign
to ask any questions.
Il have engaged a lady to live with us here
Al Darrell Court, whose duties will be to fin
ish your education, or, rather, / may truth
Gully say, TO begin it, to train you in the
habits Of refined society, to-to-make you
presentabie, in fact, Pauline, which i am
sorry, really sorry to say, you are not at pres
ent.'
She made him a low bow-a bow full Of
defiance and rebellion.
~ am indeed indebted to you, SirOswald."
mo trifing,' said the stately baronet, mo
sarcasm, Pauline, but listen to ME! You are
not without sense or reason-pray attend.
Look around YOU" he continued; ''remem-
Der that the broad fair lands of Darrell Court
form one of the grandest domains in En-
gland. 1t Is an inheritance almost royal in
extent and magni6cence. Whose reigns here
is king or queen Of half a county, Is looked
up to, respected, honored, admired, and imi-
tated. The owner of Darrell Court is a pow
ar even in this powerful land of ours; men
md women look up to such an one for guild
mce and example. Judge then what the
owner OF the inheritance should be-"
The baronet's grand old face was flushed
with emotion.
"He must be pure, or he would make inn
morality the fashion; honorable, because
men will take their notions of honor from
aim; just, that justice may abound; upright,
stainless. You see all that, PaulineP"
Yes" she assrnted, quickly.
Continued next week.)