The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-08-13
CHAPTER ".

NA-A H .--
"Good-morning, Tredennick. I hope
you have not waited for breakfast until
now!"
The French pcndule-an animated group
OF glded nymphs and c%entaurs, in wild
conflict apparently for possession of the
dlai-plate--had Just struck nine things"
on its musical little bell, as madam Gu
tered the prettily-furnished breakfast
soom, all polished maple-wood and soft
aove-colered hangings and carpets, re-
ieved with touches of crimson here and
there. Madam Vivian had no notion of
breakfasting in an apartment, the shades
of the upholstery Of which might destroy
the effecv of her favorite morning-robe of
silk-embroidered purple cashmere and
morning-cap of white and violet Grape.
"Waited, dear aunt? OF course l have"
without u cup of coffee. or chocolate,
or anything after your long walk!' ex-
claimed Madam, sitting down before her
silver breakfast equipnJe. For under
stand from Trewhella, my maid, that you
have actually been out of the house since
daybrcak."
Eyes, I have" said Captain Tredennick
mentally adding, II wonder how Trew-
bella knew!'
Where did you walk2" inquired Mad
am. "Give me some Of that S%trasbourg
pate, please, Stephen. Did you go to Ire
%gartheny"
NO, did not" replied Stephen Treden-
nick, without adding that he had never
thought of it until he had returned to the
door at Roseworthy Hall. by the WY,
amt, l saw your little friend going home
this morning"
Indeed, Stephen" said Madam, and a
rather amused, malicious smile curved
her lips. Where did you meet herf"
ooh, on the road by the Head" an
swcred her nephew, silently resuming his
roll and S%trasbourg pate.
And you escorted her safely home, l
hope, with your usual thoughtful consid-
erations"
Stephen Trcdcnnick could not anite nm.
de'stand the refined banter in Madams
eyes and voice; he moved slightly on his
chair md dipped his bread rs he replied
Eyes, of course. That is u wild, lonely
road for o girl like her to travail; of course
/ went along with her until l saw her
safe"
"She has travelled it u good many times
these last three years" said Madam, care
lessly, but with her keen smiling eyes
fixed on her ncphew's' face. "But how
did you manage to scrape acquaintance
with my little protcgce. T~redennlcks You
only saw her standing in the doorway for
a minute last evening"
ooh, yes, I did, explained Captain
Trcdennick, laughing in spite of himself.
II went down to the lower regions to in
quire of the servants if the poor little girl
had gone home again through the rain
and the wind, and then-lnst night, Imean
Il saw her in the housckccper's room.
She appears q nice, modest, sensible little
creature"
Eyes, indeed" said Madam. agreeing
very %candidly and earnestly, her smiling
gaze becoming more penctrating-.'a nice
little creature. Poor Winnie! she will
make Mr.. Pascoe an excellent little wife"
"Pascoe! That ill-temrered, vulgar
began Stephen Trcdennick, in some excite.
ment, which cooled rather sud- ,nly when
Madam again quericd-
II was not aware that you knew Mr..
Pascoe, %Stcphcnt"
"Oh, ny--I do. though, aunt" he said.
somewhat briefly; "and l do not like him.
He is o disagreeable, prcsuming sort Of
fellow, l think"
He is a very worthy, honest person."
rcjoincd Madam, reprovingly. and much
attached to Winnie. 1 shall be quite glad
to sec her settled so comfortably, poor
child. Pascoc has a fair salary for a mine.
purser, and u neat little house, though it
is on the works"
His wife! That underlined, insolcnt,
fox-fnced mans wife! To live In the bare,
square-built, two-story house, with its few
small windows and smlartly painted hall
door, and its beautiful, soul-inspiring sur
roundings of dull-hued piles of rubbish
and broken ore-stone. hideous wooden
tarred sheds, slime-pits, and cracking
grooming, %shrieking, crashing machinery.
Pascoe. the purser's wife-thcrs to spend
her existence-that pale, pure-faced, sor-
rowtul little maiden, with her passionate