Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-05-14
make her love me. But we must join the

make her love me. But we must Join the
ladies-they will think us very rcmiss."
sweet smiles, no mind, IN anIiable man
ner, no Intellect, p%rettiness after the fashion
Of n Partisan doll. 10 be preferred 10 that
noble, truthful, queenly girl? Verify tastes
differ" thought tae general, as he watched
the two, c0ntrasted them, and lost hirnself In
wonder over his friends folly.
He took his leave soon afterward, yravely
musing on what he could not undes stand
why his old friend had done what aemed to
him a rash, lljudged deed.
lie lett Sir OSWALD In q state OF great dis
comfort. OF course he loved his wife-lOYed
her with a blind infatuation that did more
honor t. his heart than his head-but he had
always relied 50 implicitly on the generals
judgment. He found himself half wishing
that IN tbs, the crOwning action Of his life,
he had consulted his old friend.
He never knew how that clever woman OF
the world, Lady Hampton, had secretly in
fluenced him. He believed that he had acted
entirely on his own clear judgment; and
now, for the first time, he doubted that.
you took anxious. Oswald" said Lady
Darrell, as she bent down and with her fresh,
sweet young lips touched his brow. HAS
anything troubled your
NO, my darling" he replied; Il do not
feel quite well, though. / have had a dull.
nervous heaviness about me all day-a
strange sensation of pain too. | shall be bet.
ter tomorrow"
III not" she said, sweetly, j shall insist
on your seeing Doctor lielmstone. l am
quite uneasy about you
you are very kind to me-" he responded
gratefully.
BIT all her uneaSiness did not prevent her
drawing the white lace round her graceful
shoulders, and taking up the third volume Of
a novel in which she was deeply interested,
while Sir Oswald, looking Older and grayer
than he had looked before, went into the
garden for a stroll.
The sunbeams were so 10th 10 20: they
fingered even now on the tips of the trees
and tie flowers; they fingered on the lake
and in the ripping spray OF the fountains.
Sir Oswald sat down by The lakeside.
Had he lone wrong? Was it a foolish mis-
take-one that he could not undo? Was
Famine indeed the grand, noble, queeuly
girl his friend thought her? Would Sine have
made a mistress suitable for Darrell Court.
or had he done right to bring this fair, blonde
stranger into his home-thjs dearly-ioyed
young wife? What would She DO with D,r-
rel Court if he lett it 10 her. The great wish
Of his heart for a son ~ succeed him had not
been granted To him: but he had made his
will, and IN il he had left Darrell Court 10
his wife.
lie looked at the home he had loved 20
well. All, cruel death! Ii he could but have
taken il with him, or have watched over il
from another world. But when death came
he must leave il, and a dull, uneasy fore
boding came over him as 10 what ne should
do in favor OF this idolized home.
As he looked at it. tears rose to his eyes;
and then he saw Pauline standing a little
way from him, the proud, beautiful face
s0ttened into tenderness, the dark eyes full
OF kindness. She went up 10 INN more affrc-
tlonately than she had ever done in his life;
she knelt on the grass by his side.
Uncle" She said. quietly, you took very
III; are YOU in trouble
lie held ont his hands 10 her, at the sound
OF her voice all his heart seemed to 90 ont to
this glorious daughter OF his race.
Pauline. he said, in a low. broken voice,
II am thinking about you'll an wondering
about you. Have | done-l wonder, have 1
done wrong?'
A clear light flashed into her noble face.
Continued Next Week.