The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-01-28

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@osd u ptcvaricatspn. What happened IL
the wreck What is II TINT Is 10 dreadful
as TO frighten mo to deathp Whose ship
was it'll
She whispered the last words hoarsely
In her anguish, and Trewhella, oyer-awed
and unnerved, burst into noisy sobs n
tears.
8 can't tell yon, Madaml It's-its too
too dreadful, l said 1t would break your
heart-;nd Llanyon abusing and scolding
OF me for--for fainting, rs i'll could help
1t when-when l heard of the poor-dear
-Captain-dead and drowned-0h, oh,
oh...'
The neStinstant Miss Trewhella's shrieks
in good earnest were resembling through
the house. Madam Eiviau's limbs had
given way beneath her, and, whilst her
maid was screaming. she had fallen heayi-
~ to the floor.
CHAPTER NXX.
Madam Viyian's maid summoned as
%sistance, and was relieved to find that her
mistress was not dead. The shock was
only temporary i'll its effect on her system
Yet sound aud strong from hercmagnificent
constitution; and, after a little while, she
sat up, pallid, huggard, trembling, IN
agony OF bereared pain thrilling her
through Il through, and making her
white lips pnrched, and her fearless eyes
bur- like fire. But she was strong to
suffer, determined, proud, aud self-willed
yet.
Bring me q warm mantle and bonnet,n
she said, to her maid: and, a momentary
hesitation on her part evoking n haughti-
~ly-inlpatient glance and an imperious .'Do
you hear!. Miss Trewhella was obliged,
in amazement and alarm, speedily TO obey
the command.
Give me your arm, I.lanyon." she said
to her old faithful man-servant. Your
nerves render you unfit for anything she
remarked, coldly scornful rs she turned
away from her maids proffered assist
ance. II don't want to hear people Shrek
ing and screaming in my ears. My sor-
row is my own, and no one else can share
It, the proud old woman said, repulsing
the idea OF others e~ndeavoring to pity or
understand her h~eart-Rriefs.
Poor old LlanyOn was afraid to betray
his own bitter regret. and kept wiping
~ ~ N1A tiAau n nNOfu IL
withered cheeks silently and cautiously
with his right hand, while he respectfully
held the left hand inc arm to assist his
mistress US they hurried on through the
cold March wind and bleak fitting sun
shine towards Tregarthen Head and the
ominous crowd gathered on its summit.
What are they all doing up there,
What are they all aboutfn she demanded,
impatient and wrathful in her suppressed
pain.
"They-they-I suppose they're looking
at-oh, Madam, MADAME The old man
broke dow with u choking sob.
Hush, hush!'' his mistress said, clutch.
ing him tiercely by the arm. 'Command
yourself, | tell you! Do you wish me to
break down now Do you think that l
am not making myself keep up until
Words failed her. but her indomitable
will pushed forward her trembling limbs,
all unused to any exercise; and, fighting
with her %throbbing heart, her distressed
lungs, her aching muscles, she walked
swiftly up the hill against the wind, with
out II pause for breath, until she reached
the outskirts of the thick crowd.
No one had noticed her coming-it hard
ly noticed her now that absorbed, talking,
gesticulating, exclaimiag, staring, push
ing, struggling crowd Of men, women,
boys and girls, all looking seward.
They're commit They're commit"
The words passed from mouth to mouth,
at first in a confused hun of eager voices,
gradually rising in a tide of excitement,
until q great wave of roaring cheers,
shouts, aud outcries swelled above the
crashing OF the rough waves below; and,
in spite Of themselves. Madam Vivian and
her old servant found themselves borne in
and hurried forward. jostled and pushed
by people who seemed half mad with anx,
iety aud eagerness, towards the summit,of
the Head.
What are they about? How dare they
push me in this manner9 What is all the
cheering for? Ask them, Llanyon. Dc
you hear? What are you staring at, like
the rests:"
What es ct all nbout1 What are We
cheering forss Llanyon asked u man rush.
ing past. DO ye see wheer ye're going2
Look ut Madam Vivian, mani,
81 beg Ger pardon, my LADY, the man
said, touching his hat, but pushing on,
with a broad grin on his flushed face, all
the time; they're cheering for the sailors
she have sawed theml Miss Winnie
Caerlyon-the little white-faced maid as
49, Nh0C1l buluh GOu1u ClcIu u WELL
she's been and gone down that clif-right
over the Head, my ladyln He restrained
himself with evident difficulty until he
got u yard past Madam Vivian, and then
his throat opened in another cheer, joining
the chorus Of cheers that fairly .deafened
the ear.
THE %sailorsl The sailors! The sailors
and Winnie Caerlyon.. Madam cried
aloud, in the rage Of her grief and uucer-
tainty. why did l como here? Llanyon,
take me out Of this yelling crowd, aud
bring me some respectable person-Lieu-
tenant Caerlyon-anyone that I can ask q
question OF. Why did l come? Listen to
their cheers! How dare theyi How dare
they, if-it-tae Captain is not.safel Liam
yon, do you hear mei This yelling and
shouting will drive me mad!"
But poor old Llanyon's efforts to release
himself and his mistress from the pressure
OF the crowd were somewhat unavailing,
and at length, worn out with struggling,
emotion, and excitement, Madnm was
obliged to pause. leaning against one Of
the rough upright granite boulders that
strewed the Head.
Here she Isl! Here she is! Bray-vo!o
roared'the crowd. did e sver hear tell
o. the likef The little maid-the Leften.
ants daughterl''
A crimson spot was on Madam's white
cheeks, an angry glitter In her fearless
eyes. though her breath came in'sobs.
did / come here to listen to Winnie