The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-01-28
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RY THE AuTHott OF .s5AiRY csof.D."
Thank 'evin:ts Miss Itsewhelia cried,
sitting 5sssSs;priglit sd suddenly that her
attendants ietreatcdS In disnay. and even
hardy old Llanyat drew back u step.
"ThaDk 'evin. / say, that I've not got
the hearts of some people, that would eat,
and drinL, and go IN n out, and make
snsuiti,ls remarks upou defenceless crea-
lures lying III dead faints," said Miss Ire
wheiia, standing up very stiff and straight,
and fixing old 1.iunyons With her fiery
hard black eyes, when every one belong
ing TO the family us they belongs to was
lying dead nnd drowned. sliipwrecl;ed and
mnrdered..'' Miss Trewhella Went on,
t;urglins and gnsping, and leaning her
head back agninstsihe sharp edge of u
shelf in an affecting manner. THANK
'evin that my feelings. when l hear tell of
sorpses stretched ont dead and drowned
IF the family TINT | serves, md serves
faithfRl. tines seventeen years aud a quar-
ter-tliat my feelings is, Mr., ~I.lnnyon, that
my heart stops bcatin' and my blood runs
cold in my veins, and i haven't the power
to help myself from looking like one out
OF the 'sylum, or OF the madhOuse, Mr.,
Llanyon!''
slGOi 41SdSCli > SitlNc. Mnul IRE z A-tHLk-
in Of, lezabeth Trewhella.' old llanyon
asked, tearfully. Who is dead belonging
to the falnily?'
Its time for you to ASK" Miss Tre-
whella retorted, vengefully; "perhaps, Nj.
Llanyon, yon mightn't have been SO ready
with Your insults, an your abuse, an'your
calling of names to a respectable girl, when
her minds lOaded with distress, and her
hand 1.naHv fny Snlit tn thtn1y oT ,uboffo hoz
fore her!'
"Oh, I4ezabeth,', Mrs. Grose, implored,
do e tell us-thcre's n good girl-like u
dear! What have happened, 'Lezabeth,
Who's deadf',
Mrs. Crosse, you've q heart to feel for
me, If you don't feel for me on all occa-
sions as l could wish,' responded Miss
Trewhella. .'I've dreadful ard awful news
for you, Mrs. Grose-there's dreadful news
for the family, Mrs. Grose-and my hearts
nigh breaking. I was always one to feel
things worse than anyone elsel Oh, Mrs.
Grose-Maria Jane, my dear!'' broke out
Miss Trewhella, abandoning the sharp
edge OF the shelf for the sympathizing
housemaid's shoulder, and becoming
aisrmingly hyeterical, "how can l tell lei!
Don't 'e ask mel can't speak of It'll The
Ca%ptatn--the poor Captain-he's dead
kflled-drowned-a dead corpse down there
on-the-the seashore! Maria Jane, hold
me np--I'm going!n
"Es ct Cappun Tredennick as is deads"
old Llanyon almost shouted, in grief and
horror. "'Lezabeth Trewhella, e er not
goin' to tell me of &C. The Cappun-my
gallant gentlemani Cappun Stephen, that
I remember as u handsome young fellow
my brave. fine, noble gentleman! Els ct
drowned dead Ter maness' he demanded,
his dialect becoming broader each instant
In his terrible agitation. WAS it our Cap
pun's ship that was lostf"
At that moment u bell rang sharply.
"Oh, good Lori" he groaned, sitting
down. in helpless dismay, what are us
to do? How are us to tell poor MADAME"
Pm to tell her, Mr.. Llanyon, if you
please" Miss Trewhella said, witheringly,
PPM to be the one--and the only one TT
and proper to tell my lady, after seventeen
years and a quarter. I'm aware Of the
proper and only method of breaking at
tiicting intelligence, Mister Llanyon,' she
went on, with contemptuous ~self-posses-
sion. 'It isn't likely that persons as have
no proper feeling, or knowledge of the
weakness of u delicate PERSONS nerves
could attempt to NEEDLE with such n stu.
ation. Perhaps you would be kind enough
to give me another spoonful-the least
spoonful-of wine, Mrs. Grosc. / don't
know as | shall be able to get through it
without fainting again
'Oh. Providence, look down on us!'' old
Llanyon groaned, quite ~unconvinced by