Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1898-09-17

kettle fori And-my patience, winifredi~
at this point Mrs. Caerlyon had eRtered
the kitchen-'is that the set-out you are
In at this hours A perfect mucki why,
1 never saw such a maid as yon are tor a
slovenl / suppose, since you are not Of To
Roseworthy every evening, you don't think
1t worth while to make yourself decent in
your fathers house"
II am going to tidy myself In a minute,
mammal have only just cleaned the
spoons and teapot
Spoons and teapot at this hour o. the
EVENING" What next, pray? Do you never
nave a proper time for your work, that
you should keep yourself in a mess like O
mine-girl till people are expecting to sit
Down decently to mealsf"
Silence on unhappy, lazy, slovenly Win
MES part. She dropped her head for a
minute under the accustomed hail-storm
Of ''nagging," and turned aside from her
step-mothet's hard brown eyes, rs she
stood in the middle of the floor, her brows
magisterially bent on the shabby slender
little figure. She turned aside, apd her
gaze, mechanically seeking the hot calm
evening sunlight, the liquid turquoise Of
the sleeping ocean, and the dark cool
shadow of the cliffs falling athwart the
little bay, now ripping smooth and deep
at high-water mark, became In an instant
arrested.
Forgetful alike of her deshabille and
her step-mother's presence, she stood as
IL rooted to the spot, with parted lips
and fast-beating heart, staring at two
figures standing a few yards beyond, at
the head of the pathway that led down the
cliffs.
''Trewhellav' she gasped. 'Then Mad.
ans home againl Is she coming hithers
And who is that beautiful young lady?"
At the instant Trewhella turned, and ut
a glance her sharp eyes detected the face
at the open window.
Good evening, Miss Winniel Beautiful
day, is it notP" she said, loudly and famil-
iarly, advancing a step or two in glorided
consciousness that the level rays of the
brilliant sunshine were displaying the
~tlounces of her light blue silk dress, and
the deep embroidery Of her white petit.
coat, to the utmost advantage. X dare
say YOU re astonished to See me-"
I'll am" stammered poor Winnie,
fully aware that the level rays Of sunlight
were displaying her disarranged hair,
soiled collar, and tucked-hp sleeves to the
utmost advantage in another way.
Ashamed to stay, but too proud to rush
away and hide, she remained, in spite OF
her step-mother's~ half-audible commands
before Miss Trewhella and the beautiful
young lady--a tall, flnely-developed girl,
young, handsome, naughty, self-willed.
looking, with an easy carriage of her proud
head and aristocratic figure, and with q
namelcss grace and elegance in the sim
plicity of her girlish costume, expensive
ly-chaste rs were its rich material and ex
Quisitc Partisan 1T aud shape.
A lady undoubtedly, from the calm
]tnSOuciGRce Of her unrufled ~self-poSses.
sion, from the inspiring gaze of the deep
set brilliant eyes beneath their naughty
brows, from the light poise Of the tall, full
hgure--as far removed from Miss Ire
whella's s~elf-assurance and familiarity as
was the undiscoverable stamp of perfec
tion on that wonderful, simple Costume OF
| dove-colored, satin like material, with its
fringes of deeper shade, its hanging folds
aud sleeves with silken Innings, the accur
ately-matched, le-buttoned gloves, anC
the hat u mass of snowy ostrich feather
and pale golden gossamer, from the SNOWY
smartness Of the lady's-maid's rustling sill
and st'f white skirts.
Continued Next Week