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

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ooh, mother, do send him amuym she
ardiied.
'.Shc is covered with my shawl, mamma
Il will bring her in now
The voice was very gentle and faint with
WEAKNESS. the quiet face very white and
patient, the dropping eyelids languid with
s'the weight of unsled tears"
Elizabeth Caerlyon, shrcwish and unlov-
ing, had yet u heart, which could be
touched, and Thomas Pascoe's late insin-
uations had at last provoked her into TAX
ing her s~tep-dnughter's part.
1--WE heard of a dog in u manger," she
muttered. partly audible fortMr. Pascoe's
benefit-"there are people who'll neither
take a thing themselves, nor let a thing be
for other people! You've got a pretty white
face" she added, sharply, but not unkind-
ly, a Winifred passed her in, whats the
matterS"
Nothing mammal am tired" said
Winnie. May / go to bcdS"
"Pascoc's here limited her step-mother,
shortly.
There was n kind of anguish in the
girls haggard look as she repeated plead
ingly-
Il am so tired, I cannot speak to anyone.
May | go to bedtn
yes, OF course!" said Mrs. Caerlyon,
snappishly. s'What did ye go working
yourself like that for? Work'd keep, !
think"
Nevertheless she unlocked a certain
neat, yellow-painted cupboard in the
kitchen, took out a bottle with a dark fra
grant spirit. carefully mixed a portion
with hot water and sugar in n tumbler,
and took it upstairs to the little room
where the pale evening light fell through
the dormer window on the patchwork
coverlet of the narrow bed and the white
face of the dark-haired girl lying on one
small hard pillow.
you drink this now, Winnie" she said,
shortly. YOU'RE like one had got a chill.
It'll send We sound asleep"
"Oh, thank you, thank you, mammal
returned Winnie, struggling up in sur.
prise. 81 am only tired, though"
The trembling voice broke down In a
sob, which evidently had not beenthe first
since she had lain down beneath the patch.
work coverlet.
What on earth are We crying forf'
asked Mrs. Caerlyon, inpatiently. .Be.
cause you're not off at Roseworthy, I sup
pose"
"Oh, no, no. mol" Winifred burst out in
stormy weeping. you know I'll never
go there a~gain-never, unless she cane
and asked me kindly, and %apologized to
you and father. Madam did not treat me
rs she ought. l was sorry q good deal at.
ter she went off so suddenly to Kent with
out telling me-only that ono short note
with my salary due! 1t was SO unkind!"
You needn't waken up all the chill.
dren,'' i%nterposed Mrs. Caerlyon, warn
ingly. 'Then, if you're not crying about
her, what are ye crying fors"
II didn't feel very well--I don't know
Winnie faltered, crying more quietly,
though her suppressed sobs shook the mar
row bed.
Caerlyon. YOU'RE a pretty maid to cry
because q man comes counting yc," she
went on, moro jocularly. II am thinking
Susanna Edwards would give him o diff
| ferent welcome"
Then let her!' Winnie cried, wildly
A"Oh, mamma, don't you know that l can.
not bear him like--lille that, Ihad rather
die any. day. | shall die If you don't send
him away, and let me alone! Ho does not
care one pin for me; he wants mo on'n to
make q servant of me-and I'd ratht p ay
here md work for you and the children.
Oh, mother, do send him away" she
walled, clasping her hands tightly on hel
step-mother's arm.
h overthrow Of her pet project rexed
Mrs. Caerlyon very considerably-it had
vexed her many n time these four months
past. since Winifred had been summarily
dismissed from Madam's service, although
to do her justice, Madam had written
rather alphabetically respecting lSer sud
den decision to visit her rclatioEsin Kent
sending Captain T~redennick's fatal pres
ent to its owner along with that short,
satfn-paper, crested, perfumed note; but II
had been a 4 dismissal, and a pointedly alb
rupt one, after all, and hapless Winnie
had met the brunt of u storm of anger
surprise, cross-questioning, taunts. and
suspicion worse than aught else-sns
picion, even from her father, although
John C%aerlyon had been born n bred q
gentleman, and might have shrunk from
branding his daughters stainless brow
with the imputation OF leyity Of conduct
Che would not admit that there was more
of irritable fatherly anxiety than anything
else in the harsh words that insulted the
poor girls maidcnly pride) suspicion gath.
cred from the gable of serpent-tongued
gossipers, and from the. cowardly innuen.
does Of the base-spirited fellow who sought
to humble and crush the spirit of tho wo.
man whom he had chosen for his future
wife. But all their persecution, threats,
insulting advice, and prying surveillance
never for one moment made that lonely
f%riendless, sad-hearted girl untrue to her,
self-untrue to her hearts passionate de.
votion. She never once took refuge in the
usual feminine cowardice of the assevera,
tion, "What do l care for him! He is
nothing to me!' The steadfast truth OF
her noble womanly nature never once
leaned toward the denial of the accuse.
ton which ranked in the very depths OF
her innocent virgin soul, Her lips grew
white and dry with agony, but they never
uttered the lie, 81 do not love him." when
they flung the name Of her "lne gentle
man-lover," Tredennick of Tregarthen, at
her, to try to overwhelm her with helpless
confusion and shame.
From the tried shield OF Winnic's brave
spirit the darts fell powerless that would
have stung q fierce, impatient spirit into
desperation, or moulded a fcebler, NOR
selfish one to fearful, c~ol.lt!aining obedi-
ence, when she was openly warned that
she had better give no further occasion OF
offence to her family; that, her conduct
! having been faulty-or at least such that
gossip could find fault with it, the two
not being by any neal a matter one and
indiyisible-she would do well to endeayo1
speedily to set it as well as herself sight III
the estimation Of the Susanna Edwardsea
and cousin Anna Marias'' of tho neigh.
borhood. md that it behooved her partic-