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

make her love me. But we must join the
ladles-they will think us very remiss."
Sweet smiles, no mind, an amiable man
ner, no intellect, prettiness after the fashion
of q Partisan doll, to be preferred to that
noble, truthful, queenly grip Verify tastes
differ" thought the general, as he watched
the two, contrasted them, and lost hirlself in
wonder over his friends folly.
He took his leave soon afterward, gravely
musing on what he could not undcsstand-
why his old friend had done what nemed to
him a rash, ill-judged deed.
He lett Sir Oswald in q state of great dis
comfort. or course he loved his wlfe-loved
her with a blind infatuation that did more
honor to his heart than his head-but he had
always relied so implicitly on the generals
judgment. He found himself half wishing
that in this. the browning 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 look anxious, Oswald" said Lady
Darrell, as she bent down and with her fresh,
sweet young lips, touched his brow. HAS
anything troubled your
mo, my darling" he replied; 81 do not
feel quite well, though. | have had a dull,
nervous h%eaviness about ne all day-a
strange sensation of pain too. | shall be bet
ter tomorrow"
If not" she said, sweetly, II shall insist
on your seeing Doctor Helmstone. l am
quite uneasy about you."
you are very kind to me-" he responded
gratefully.
But 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 n stroll.
The sunbeams were so 10th to go; they
fingered even now on the tips of the trees
and the flowers; they fingered on the lake
and in the ripping spray of the fountains.
Sir Oswald sat down by the lakeside.
Had he done wrong? Was il n foolish mis-
take-one that he could not undo? Was
Pauline indeed the grand, noble, Queenly
girl his friend thought her? Would she have
made a mistress suitable for Darrell Court,
or had he done right TO bring this fair, blonde
stranger into his home-this dearly-loved
young wife? What would she do with DAr.
rell Court il he left it to her! The great wish
of his heart for a son TO succeed him had not
been granted TO him; but he had made his
will, and in it he had left Darrell Court TO
his wife.
lie looked at the home he had loved so
well. All, cruel death! Ii he could but have
taken it with him, or have watched over it
from another world! But when death came
ne must leave it, and u dull, uneasy fore
boding came over him rs to 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
Softened into tenderness, the dark eyes full
OF Kindness. She went up TO him more atfec-
tlonately than she had ever done in his life;
She knelt on the grass by his side.
Uncle" She said, quietly, ''you look very
Ill; are you in trOuble?'
lie held out his hands TO her; at the sound
OF her voice all his heart seemed TO 90 out to
this glorious daughter of his race.
Pauline he said, in a low, broken voice,
u am thinking about you'll am wondering
about you. Have | DONE wonder, have |
done wrong?'
A clear light flashed into her noble face.
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