Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-09-03
ITO 90 trdipStng OF along Wtth Cdppun
TrGdennick, I suppose?

Here Lieutenant Caerlyon, in despair,
closed the sitting-room door with n crash
and shut himself in, with the object OF
stilling his spouse's noisy burst of o~ratory.
THAT is n nice wife for a quiet sort of
poor fellow to live withn' muttered Cap,
tain Tredennick TO himself, as Mrs. Caer-
lyons shrewish tones reached his ears.
What possessed the man to marry that
vulgar, bad-tempered virago like a Wap.
ping l~andlady!'
Feeling that, from some cause or other,
his presence was peculiarly unwelcome to
the lady Of the house, Captain Tredennick
became anxious to rid her of it and relieve
himself.
81 must bid my poor little friend good
bye; | suppose she will not be allowed to
come back with me-" he said, doubtfully,
peering down the tagged passage that
led to the kitchen. 81 am afraid my ask.
ing leave for her has only made trouble
A few steps down the tagged passage
revealed a small tidy kitchen to the Cap
tain's eyes-revealed a pile of bread being
cut and buttered on the white table, and
a busy little figure covered up in n cook
l%ng-apron, going to and fro between it and
the fire.
"Good-evening, Winnie dear" said he,
II must go now. j wanted Mrs. C~aerlyon
to allow you TO come back to Roseworthy
this evening with me, but / think she was
not willing"
ooh, no." explained Winnie. breathless-
ly; II couldn't go this evening-there are
q great many things to be done"
"And Mr.. Pascoe has come to tear sup
plemented Captain Tredennick with an
lnquisitive smile, watching her closely.
Her p: iSionate gray eyes blazed with a
sudden light of reproachful anger, as she
gave him one quick look, and then dropped
them again.
"He waits for no welcome from me, SIR
said she, coldly, laying down the bread
knife, and extending the busy little hand.
Goodbye, Captain Tredennick."
He took both the poor little toil-worn
hands in one of his, and held them tightly
In a warm, strong grasp.
Goodbye, Winnie DEAR" he said, gent
ly.
He pitied her so much-this pale, gentle,
intelligent, refined girl, amongst such I'M
congenial companions (they would be her
companions, and others like them, all her
life through p%robablyD his heart swelled
with mingled anger, compassion, and adj
miration for the small, fair face, with the
freight cleaning in ruddy gold on the
silken sheen of her hair, and revealing the
delicate violet shadows beneath her deep,
earnest eyes, which should shine for the
benefit of Mr.. Thomas Pascoe and the
mine-workers of Tolgooth, until her at
fractions all faded and grew gray and
wrinkled with the worlds troubles and
the wear of years. The Captain of the
Chtttoor felt quite an u~naccountable spasm
of vexation and regret at the thought.
you'll accept that keepsake that l am
going to send you, will your" he asked,
rather abruptly, and still frowning a little
from that unpleasant spasm. ''That
stuffed fiying-fish or string Of coral, or
whatever 1T is9 You'll acceptit, and value
it for my sake-win you, Winnie? And it
will keep you from forgetting me when 1
am far away"
Captain T~redennick would likewise have
found 1t to be unaccountable why he hated
i0.think that in the future Mr., Thomas