The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-09-30


were In the Hc~hool-foouh,o, said Madam,
with peculiar smile. 81 have no doubt
but that you wilslndl him less insensible
now in the matter Of Handsome faces and
pinin ones.a
Mildred listened Id silence, her brows
elevated, aud her naughty chiselled lips
turning in3a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, Is that itfp she returned, with .
provoking air OF nOnchaiGncc. well, /
am also less insensible in the matter Of
handsome faces and plain ones chere
tante, and have my own ideal views on
the subject,n
"Indeedr, exclaimed Madam, quickly,
glancing with a certain involuntary APP
prehension Mt handsome, self-willed Mil
dred Tredennick, who, by her imperious
temper and flexible will, and in later years
by those brilliant unabashed eyes of hers
and her proud beauty. had ruled, monarch
of all she surveyed, from her earliest in
FAINT days, when vexed nurses pronounced
her "a child that no one could manage"
to the hour when her last governess said
in despair that Miss Tredennick would
do just rs she pleased,n about music or
drawing lessons.
Miss Tredennick did as she pleased about
most things; and there were some un-
pleasant forcshadowings in the hearts of
her prudent relatives that Miss Treden-
nick would continue to do us she pleased
in a manner that might prove very unsat-
isfactory TO them. In fact, this visit to the
seclusion of Roseworthy and consignment
to the guardianship of her careful, clever,
aristocratic aunt-not quite palatable to
the independent young lady-was q pre-
ventive measure agreed upon III q secret
council of the prudent relatives aforesaid
Miss Tredeunick's peevish, fussy, pomp-
Gus father, and her handsome, vain, easy
going mother, and a stiff, sensible. worldly
cousin, and graceful, gracious u Wv
ian, with a will nearly as strong as her
own, and q diplomatic ability that would
have done credit to an ambassador There
was nothing to be experimentation, moth
ing, of coursel Only Mildred was SO odd,
and had such strong opinions and pro-
nounced feelings for a girl Of eighteen!
Ridiculous, you knowi" said the easy
going mother.
Notwithstanding I've a good
mind to-to-just to- broke out the
peevish father.
bad style for a young lady" observed
Madam Vivian, placidly, with q quiet
smile.
1t was nothing serious Of course! The
idea was absurd But those ~boy-and-Rirl
attachments sometimes hung on, and oc-
casioned awkwardness and unpleasant
ness. There was some b~oy-and-girl nom
sense between Mildred and young Gardi-
ner; there was 40 denying 1.-THE sensible
cousin Ind noticed it, the easy-going
mother had noticed 1t, Madam Vivian had
noticedit.
There must be no attempt at anger or
ex%postulation, Madam" counselled the
peevish father, who was for trying the
time-honored expedient with awful dam.
sells of locking her up in her own ROOM
'sYon want her to run off with Albert
Gardiner the next dark night" warned
Madam, coolly.
"He-he wouldn't darel'' spluttered the
peevish father.
Perhaps not" said Madam, smiling,
"but Mildred would. She'd make him
run away with her If she chose.n
So Madam counselled, and then waited,
until bright-eyed, ~fair-haired BERTHE Gard
liner went away with his regiment-the
most winsome youngster that ever carried
q flag. Aud then Madam took self-willed
Mildred away, with the understanding
from the secret council that she was to be
introduced to society. made accomplished
and elegant, Taught the value OF her own
beauty and fortune, and kept under Mad
ans supervision until she had safely dis
posed of her in marriage.
Astute, polite Madam Vivian had her
own views in the arrangement, which the
shorter-sighted members of the council
did not perceive.
S that's 1t, is It'll" repeated Miss Ire
whella to herself, copying Miss Treden-
nick's clear imperious accents-as she
fondly hoped, very accurately-as she
folded up sundry articles Of Miss Treden-
hicks wardrobe, and put that negligent
young lady's apartment ito rights" for
the fourth time that day. II wondered
what Madam was going to trouble herself
with a young lady for-one as proud and
obstinate as herself. too-and why she
wouldnthave Winnie Caerlyon any more.
Miss Tredennick will be sufficient COM
pany for me- says she. / wish her joy Of
her managemento of Miss Tredennick; she's
met her match now sure enough. l won
der what'l he Think" pursued Miss IRE
whella, disentangiing the hooks OF q vel
vet bodice from II hemp Of lace collars. and
picking q gray Partisan kid glove out of
l OA0 y vi q
sol. admire her, I suppose. She is grand
and stylish-looking, I'll allow; aud myl
doesn't she know It: Why shouldn't she
be grand and stylish-looktng?" continued
the waiting-woman, plaintively, holding
up u lace-trimmed cambria wrapper. 1.-THE
money she spendsl Fifty pounds this last
fortnight on that box OF things from Paris,
and sovereigns here and there!"
Mss Trewhella turned over the con-
tents Of glove-boxes md d-ressing-cases,
strewing the toilet table with u medley of
ribbons, jewels, perfumes, fans, gloves,
and loose silver, thrown there by Mildred
Tredennick's careless, royalty lavish, in
different hands; tried on some gold brace
lets and pearl hair-pins, and sighed Us she
looked in the glass and thought OF the
unkindness of Fortune in not giving her
eight hundred n year in her own right,
and thus enabling her to look es grand
and distinguished a lady as Mildred Tired
ennick.
"She's not stingy, either, I'll allow p she
admitted; "thGt blue silk of mine wasn't
a bad present. He might do a great deal
worse-sheIl make a grand, fashionable,
stylish wife for Tredennick Of Tregar-
them
She paused q minute to admire a beauti-
tyIul paic yellOW uueu summer COSCuul0,
with malachite and gold buttons, and tit
tered u little to herself.
"Poor Winnie C%aerlyon!' she said, with
an intense amount of smiling pity. .'She
has a great chance against Mildred Tired
ennick to be sure!'
CHAPTER XII.
The first snow Of the new year had fall
en-, and lay as a pure, soft shroud over the
bare fields aud uplands, ~feathering with
fiaky wilderness all the black, leafiess
branches of the wlntry woods. Softly and
lightly it had fallen on the dark. iron
bound roads, frozen through long days
and weeks of bitter cold and dull leaden
skys; but enough lay even III that bleak
high road by Tregarthen Head to mark.
where footsteps had newly passed before
Winnie Caerlyon, and to leave the traces
behind of her own quick, light footballs.
The red hold of the western sunlight
shone in level rays across the snowy land
scape, the calm wintry afternoon was