The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-12-31

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lieutenant Gaerlyon bowed.
Eel will tell them Whist yon say, Lady
M0untrevor, bnt / an afraid the attempt
will be nseless.Seven II you can get them
to make it, Tregarthen Head projects
considerably. and below there Is no foot
oldfOranything but asgull, except at
very low tide S
A quarter of an hour afterwards he
came back.
anlOngst them would attemptft until the
tained that there are any survivors"
But there may be survivors for l that,
Winnie,f Lady Mountrevor persisted, ns
they turned away together. n shall no:
give up hopingI shall make preparations
to receive them, poor creatures! Oh, Il
we could save the lives of even one or
two out of all belonging to that great ves.
sell''
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unselfish work that Mildred, Lady Noun.
trevor. Ind found to do in her life, or raths
cr that she had tried to .lo, and all that
was best and noblest in her nature ex.
panded beneath it's influence. Hopeful
light shone pleasantly in her eyes, hopeful
color glowed pleasantly in her cheeks, as
she eagerly planned for the recovery, the
consoling, comforting, and healing of Q
few poor, wretched half-dead sailors. In
her enthusiasm, in the pleasant warmth
of beneyolence, melting away the ice at
her heart, she could hive washed and
clothed and fed with her own hands the
~wretchedest, most tattered, torn, wounded
human creature which could be rescued
from the waves, and rejoiced yer him a.
IL he had been a dear friend.
Where are you going, Lady Mountre.
vor, Winnie asked, pansing. xviii you
let me stay with my fathers would
rather stay here TO see II anything can b.
done,n she pleaded. please allow me. ]
cannot stay indoors. ! cannot eat or
drink. Let me stay here for a few hours,
at least.''
"You shall stay all day if you wish, and
I will stay also,'' Lady Mouutrevor re,
Joined, quickly, but | must go and give
some. orders first at Tregarthen House,
"Orders at Tregarthen?n Winnie repeat
ed, half mechanically.
Lady MountreyOr and Winnie were walk.
ing side by side up Mennacarthen Lane
just as Winnie had walked here eight
years ago., in the bleak dawning of a wild
March morning, by Stephen T~rcdennick's
side-just as she was walking with his
proud, beautiful cousin now, she who had
been naughty Mildred Tredennick then:
and he--where was he now?
am going to have Trcgarthcn House
prepared to receive those poor people, il
they can be rescued" said Lady Mountre-
vor, hurrying faster. Come, Winnie, we
will order Mary Truscott and her old aunt
to have blazing fires and plenty of hot wa
ter and aired beds and blankets. I know
Stephen would wish it to be So"
"But-bnt he is not come homep Win.
ME observed, staring u little wildly, as
they entered the house.
stephen T'redennick come home! Ger.
tainly not! What are you thinking OFF"
asked Lady Mildred, in surprise. "You
are not we'll, Winnie, after your sleepless,
agitated night-poor child, your face ts
quite drawn aud CHASTITY. Try not to
think Of the wreck for a few minutes, dear,
and sit down by the fire and rest, and look
at all the Improvements I have been max.
ing"
Yes. beautiful You have made itlook
as ii it had been always lived in and taken
care of-eyerything SO fresh and neat,i
Winnie said, languidly.
She sat down, weary and shivering, in y
large chair In the ~oak-paneled dining.
room, Its woodwork, all newly polished,
rejecting like mirrors in a thousand
flashes of yellow light the leaping flame
of the newly kindled wood-fire, the rich,
rnddy glow of the yelvety crimson and
purple of the carpets and curtains; the
tall yellow wax candles in the bronze IAN.
delabra, the white statuettes on brackets
on either pier betweentthe three windows,
the books in their ivory tray-nay, ever
the three tall slender jardtntcres of purple
majolica-ware, with their blooming clus.
tiers of white and purple hyacinths, cach
beautiful, welcoming home like room,
looking, as Winnie had said, as II 1t had
been always lived in and taken care of,
with not m item in its home luxuriea
overlooked by the sympathetic taste, the
thoughtful mind, that had designed and
perfected its furniture and accessories.
Well, Winnie, what do you think OF
ft?" asked Lady Mildred, coming back to
the dining.room. you must come all
! through the house with me and look at it,
and then Mary Truscott will give us some
breakfast. She makes coffee and griddle.
cakes to perfection, as I have often proved
on cold days when / was here looking af-
ter the workmen,'. she SAID to blushing,
curtseytng Mary. who considered naughty
Lady Monntrevor ''the sweetest creecher
of q lady-grand us she is-that you could
find in England"
Like one In q dream Winnie followed
Lady Mildred from room to room, as she
drew back curtains, pulled up blinds, and
exhibited the chfntz and 'damask hang.
ings, cheval glasses, French bedsteads,
bathrooms. carpeted corridors and stair.
cases of polished oak, the massive hall
lamps, the statues, pictures, flowers,
everything fresh, and furnished, and
cleaned, and polished, painted, papered,
vanished, stained, gilded, to the acme OF
the complete luxurious neatness of a well.
appointed English old country house.
nothing glaringly new or bright, every.
thing warm, cosy, comfortable, inviting.
needing only the additional brightness Of
living presences by the bright hearths and
the glad blazing fires.
'This is just as Stephen would like to
see it, / think. He will be SO pleased with
the old house" said Lady Mildred, cheer.
fully. Only some outbuildings need re.
pair now, and a new conservatory has to
be finished; otherwise 1t Is quite ready fol
its master, Winnie.n
The girl did not offer a word; she was
looking from the b%uy-window of the draw.
ins-room across at the Head, and the
stretch OF bOisterous fonm-fiecked water.
dimly seen beyond the clouds OF mist
above the crashing breakers, and she shud.
dared violently.
"When may ] go back to the wreck, Lady
Mountrevors,
AS 500 as you have taken some break.
fast-not before,n replied Lady Mildred,
decisively. "How you SILVER, you poor
little thing" In the strength Of her own