The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-12-10
WINNIE's TRIUM MP II
q the AUTHOR OF .rAlnY COL

Que WAS aO6OfDeu IN GnlS cause OF provo
:ation.nnd Winnie WAS trying to adjust her
white Grape tucker without any assistance
rom tte lady in qnasi.attendance, when
! loud impatient rattle of the door-handle
ltartled both, and, before Winnie could
utter q word Of permission to enter, the
oolt WAS shot buck, and the door itself
lung against the wall, and a young gen.
leman of some four or i've years of age
made an abrupt aud nnceremOnious en-
france, rushing towards Winnie with a
violent clutch at the fragile flounces OF
net and gossamer, and imperiously de-
handing
MWno are your"
"Whoi lie this little boysi asked Winnie,
striving to rescue her attire,
Miss Trewhellad drew her chin back, and
her head up, and dropped her eyelids. with
4 whitening air of reproof.
This ia Lord Eustace Mountrevor, Miss
Caerlyon," she said, with n plying smile
and q cough; "a lovely boy! Were you
looking for me, Lord Eustace, darlings"
she inquired, with melting psthos and
sweetness, bending down as If she were
going to worship the small idol in the
crimson velvet tunic.
mo, I wasn't!' retorted his lordship,
aiming Q kick at his devotee. .NNho are
your Who are you, I sayt'' he repeated.
with an impatient dance on Winnte's silk
train, and another clutch at her gauzy
skirts.
MY dear child,n said Winnie, laying
violent hold Of his lordship, y in her tnrn,
nnclasping his hands, and keeping him
firmly at arms lengthin spite Of his strug:
giles, while Miss Trewhella's eyes dilated
and she fairly snorted with surprise and
Indignation, .'stand quietly and speak like
a young gentleman Ii you want me to AN
awe you.''
NO, l sha'n't! No, 1 sha'n'ti Let me
go, you!" howled Ibis lordship." kiSsing
vigorously all round. "Jeanneton-Jean-
neton, 1 sayl Je uous demande, Jeanne.
tonr'
Miss Caerlyon,'' said Miss Trewhella,
quite I'M spasm Of offended dignity, don't
hold Lord Eustacc in that manner, If you
please. Come to me. Lord Eustace, my
sweet love!n
But Lord Eustace, knowing perfectly
well. with . child's unfailing acute per-
ception, that beneath all Miss T%rewhella's
sugared tenderness of words she enter.
tanned ss much real love for him as for q
monkey, viper, or toad, or any other nox-
WAS OAu SIOtAOkSSOll0 HILLS CEellAEt, EG-
PEELED her caresses with even more threat
ening demonstrationsl
Are you Lady Mountrevor's little SOM"
asked Winnie, gently, looking earnestly
and wistfully at the child. His existence.
seen in the light Of that far-of past, seemed
30 strange-that far-off time over the re-
membrance of which the years had drawn
} gentle yelling to soothe the n%nforgotten
sorrow, when she had shrunk before his
beautiful young mother, in the proud love
:!iness Of her carly girlhood, as her joyous,
successful rival.
Why had she not been such indeedf
Winnie never could tell. She had not
married the cousin who loved and admired
her 30, whose plighted wife she had been.
Whyp The story Of Mildred Tredennick's
grand alliance. the coronet she had won
for her naughty brow, the title of my
lady," and the possession of the Mountre-
yer rent-roll. were answer sufficient to Win.
tfred's simple, romantic nature; and her
fond, constant heart had repressed even
Its own silent relief and qualification Mt
the unexpected news which reached her
across the Atlantic, for did it not tell Of
pain and disappointment to him who, as
she believed, had loved proud Mildred
T~redennick? And. besides, that tondly
cherished growth of her own wild folly
had been too severely crushed ever to
bloom again. What was it to Winnie
Caerlyon whether Tredennick Of Tregar-
then lived welded Or unwedded?
II eunr'' cried the young gentleman, with
the air OF 9 small emperor. my father
is Henry, Lord Mountrsvor, and my
mothers Mildred, Lady Meuntrevor. and
I am Eustace, Lord Mountrevor; and i
am-;
Decidedly an egctistical and vulgar lit
tie hoyp' spoke his mothers clear, naughty
tones behind him from the open doorway.
"Miss Caerlyon, I beg to apologize for my
rude child. What brings you here, sir,
and where is your nursei"
She spoke in d~ispleasure, without one
tndulgent, motherly smile or caress, and,
with q feeling of surprise and dismay,
Winnie watched her nrm white hand
grasp the child's shoulder tightly, push
him before her out of the room, and shut
the door.
Between Lord Mountrevor and hts
French nurse Che boy has completely be-
come that domestic nuisance, a spoiled
petln she said. with a careless laugh.
"Ah, poor dear little fellow, he was only
asking me who I was!n extenuated Win
ME, whose tender maternal heart this little
episode had troubled; causing her at the
same time a quick, intangible sensation of
wonder and pity for the young mother
whose child was evidently SO small q source
Of either pride or pleasure.
II think he was giving you q good deal
Of gratuitous information beside replied
Lady Mountrevor, in the same tone. 81
cannot imagine whs teaches the child to
speak in such dstsstably purUenn style"
and the light Of displensure in her lady.
ships flashing eyes shons right on Miss
T~rewhslla's moonshiny, deferentta1 sim
per. and extinguished it on the p
'.NFili $50 come into my sitttng-room I'M
I'll it 10 time for the guests to arrivsy"
Lady Mountrsver said, ~courteously. 81
fear they will be = very limited pumber
on such a terrible night as this. This way,
Mtss Casrlyon. The room 10 warmer and
more comfortable than the drawing-room
just now, l think, !" and she pushed inside