The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-12-17

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WI NNIE's TRIUMPH.
aY THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD"
There were but three ladies' who had
ventnred ont, through darkness and temp
sst, to accept the invitation of Madam OF
Roseworthy, and, whilst the two gentle
men finished the AZ port in the dining
room. the DOCTORS wife and the minister's
wife and daughter were In a delighted
state of admiration over .'denr Lady Noun
trevor's' embroidery, and dear Lady
Mountrevor's'' portfolio OF foreign
sketches. in TT . drawtng-rooni.
"Miss Cacrlyonln Madam called, sharp
"Well, Madamf"" said Winnie, rather
startled, and drawing back from the win
dow, where she had been drearily looking
put through the parted curtains at the
stormy sky, with the black clouds scud-
ding wildly athwart its gloomy arch. and
listening to the furious oar Of the break
ers, borne on each kissing gust of wind,
out there by Tregarthen Head, the ghast-
~ CLEAN Of the white fury of which was
dimly visible through the murky night.
us the feminine element in cur com
pany too prcponderating to be pleasing to.
your Madam demanded, with u cold
smile. Perhaps you will kindly enliven
US with q little mnsics"
The request was made in the tone OF q
command, and Winnie felt it to be SO.
With pleasure" shs said, formally and
gravely, though she colored deeply as she
moved ut once to the piano; II wa only
looking out at the storm, aud thinking OF
it,
But this slight apologetic remark
touched right on the point of the nervous
anxiety which had been secretly filing
Madam Vivian's heart with restless irrita-
bic pain.
"Ah," she rejoined, shortly, and almost
brusquely; you ought to feel %verythank-
ful that no one dear to you, or belonging
to you, is tossing on the stormy water to-
nightl'
Winnie made no reply: and, sitting down
to the instrument, her fingers first softly
touched q prelude, and then glided into a
ripping fantasia, an old cherished favor
lite, learned years before on the piano that
was her old aunt's gift-it made her think
of sitting by the shore in Tolgooth Bay,
and hearing the waves around Tregarthen
Reef, she said, to Miss Sarah Whitney's
disgust ut the girls faithful love for her
comfortless English home.
1t was called "Sea Songs" andthe open
ing ripple and rushing rhythmicnl beat Of
. summers w changed into the
passionate sobbing aud wailing Of n gath-
ering tempest. There was the SIRENS
~treacherons song In each dcceitful pause
and lull, aud then the sw%ift-rushing storm
broke. The SIRENS plaintiyc song arose
again-it might have been the dirge of
drowned mariners, so softly and sweetly
mingled the ~plaintire tender melody with
the ripple of the waves as they subsidized
TO summef calm once more.
"Thank you, Miss Caerlyon: you play
with great expression" Lady Mountrevor
said.
"Yes, indced!o "Charmingw. $50
sweet" broke from the lips of Lady Noun
%trevor's admirers,
Yes, very sweet, but very sad,n Madam
observed, irritably. sit is not a parttcu-
larly cheering night outside. Can you
not give us something gayer, my dear'
That is as melancholy as the Dead
March"
"Yes, indeed, very melancholy so sweet,
butmelancholy, the lady guests re-echoed
again.
1.-THE Dead March in Saul is a grand
piece Of music, Madam" the Doctor OBJ
served, sent%entiously-he had just entered
with the minister, aud heard Mudam's
concluding; "a grand piece! And then
the associations-our brave soldiers, tho
mutded drums, the ridcrless horse-so
neutrality-suspicious. grand piecesof music
never could hear 1t unaffected, Madam
perhaps you would like to hear it now,
DoctorW Madam said, with a rather vexed
smile. II am sure Miss Caerlyon will
oblige you, It would just complete the eff
feet Of that bowling wind and roaring sea
outside"
II should, very much" returnedthe Doc
tor, pleasingly obtuse to Madam's cloud
cd brow and his wife's warning glance
and subdued cough; cit is very long since
Iheard it--if Miss, Caerlyon will be kind
q enough"
my dear, Madam does not like 1t; she
would like something gayer this wild
stormy night, really" his wife said aloud,
with q strong emphasis and q smiling
frown, which betokened an impending
certainty of matrimonial rebuke at q more
convenient season.
"Oh, dear me, not at ALL" Madam inter
posed, sharply, displeased at the subseryi.
ence to her sentimental fanctes, rs it
seemed. '.If Doctor Lake has the slight
est wish for that particular piece of music
/ can have 10 possible objection. of course
"Icannotr emembori it without the music
lit is SO long since I played it, said Win.
ME. looking distressed.
you will find 1t amongst the old music
on the lowest tier Of the study Shelves
said Madam, determinedly. Take Llanyon
with you, Winnie, us the book Is very
large and dusty"
DR.. Lake apologized. feeling uncomfort
ably that he was ~trespassing on the court,
esy OF his hostess. Mrs. Lake apologized
deeply and protusely, getting red in the
face, and darling wrathful chances at her
spouse; but Madam was smilingly obstin.
ate in desiring the wished-fo music to be
brought.
Lprge and dusty it undeniably was; but
Winnie requested no help to discover it,
or carry it for her; aud, as she stopped
over 1t to examine the titles on the time
yellowed pages by the light OF the one
candle she carried, her ear caught the soft
rustic Of dress, and she saw, standing in
the dim light of the expiring Goals in the
CRATE; a tall figure In snowy white.
She dropped the book with an irrepress-
fble cry of alarm, and then saw TINT the
candle-light shone on the sllvery sheen OF
Lady Mountrevor's silken robe, and
Rlowed in the liQuid-green hue of the
splendid emerald ornaments.
Did l startle your" she said, with q
slight smile. Have you found the piece
of music. dearpt
Yes answered Winnie, with q sigh
and a quick SILVER; II wish Doctor Lake
had not asked for it, thought do not
want to play it tonight
"'Whyyn Lady Mildred asked, gently,
taking both Winnie's hands in hers. and
looking into the dark-gray troubled eyes.
She looked so like and so unlike Win
nie's last memory Of her, standing on that
very spot on that wintry evening long ugc
with her bright. persuasive smile, hei
outstretched hands, her tall. supple form
in its imperial perfection of beauty. but