Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1899-02-04

this morning, when the white vases or
crimson roses. the exquisite clusters OF
pink and white a~zaleas, the lilies OF the
valley, and gorgeous crimson, mauve, and
silver ~pelargoniums had been added TO the
adornments of this and the adjoining bed
chamber, and, resting OF brackets, peep
ing out from between statuettes, reflects
ing in mirrors, glowing against the white
background of satin paper, with its gold
and maple mouldings, had transformed
the rooms, with their gay wealth of beauty,
their dropping silken petals, their velvety
green leaves. and their heaven-dyed, tints
into pleasant uinmer bowers.
1T looks fit for n bridal!" Lady Mildred
said, with genuine womanly satisfaction
in her work.
J~eauneton, the French nurse, who she
addressed, clasped her hands in IA French.
woman's raptures.
"Cicl!' she cried-'it looks as IL mtlddt
were n spirit, who had worked one grand
charm over this old chateau-beforo &C
~trtstc."
"What are al the flowers fori Mamma,
what are all tho flowers fort" his small
lordship, Eustace Mountreyor, dc maudst.
In intense curiosity.
Tie had been allowed for these last few
days to stay at Tregarthen with his moth!
er, after certain strict warnings as To his
behavior; and the unaccustomed influence
of her constant presence, as well as that
of the mysterious sick lady, who showed
him pretty pictures when he was allowed
TO go into her room, had altogether had a
most tranquili2ing effect on the young
gentleman's turbulent spirit.
He had taken 10 his ''uncle Stephen" as
he called him, with wonderful affection
also; but the fear OF being deprived OF n
romp or q walk with him, and being con-
signed to Jcanneton and the terrible
black-and-white cruciiX, OF which he was
so much afraid, md the orderly, silent
household at Roseworthe, where he was
so constantly shut up in his mothers suite
of rooms, would nave been sufficient in it.
self to make him more careful in the mat
ter OF temper and obedience.
Poor child, like many another human
nature grown hateful, distorted, danger
Gus TO itself and those who come In cons
tact with it, his needed but the removal of
the warpiug process, the geatlc touch of 4
guiding hand, the sweet air Of freedom, n
CLEAN of the sunshine Of love, TO make II
| SpIlilS up lillI anu hObl l0illllS tilh ~
TO the core, ready TO blossom hereafter,
and bring forth good fruit, instead OF
apples Of Sodom, grown from the soil OF
an embittcred spirit and an cmpoisoned
heart.
"Hush!' his mother said. you must
go away now, Eustace."
Are you going to have n party?" he in
CURED, wistfully. "Mightn't ] stay fol
the party, mamma-Stay with uncle
Stepheng"
"Uncle Stephen doesn't want you at The
party" Lady Mildred said, Il suppressed
smile breaking over her face: "he wouldn'
have you here on any account Go ava!
go away now, my dear she added, nor,
gently; there are gentlemen coming up
stairs. By-and-by uncle Stephen will le
You in, perhaps"
There's nobody coming but uncle
Stephen, and the doctor, and u gentleman
like "A minister" the precocious youngsteI
persisted.
"Oh, yes, there u.s." said Lady Mildred
with n slight laugh-'there Is n new aunt
coming"
"a new aunt, mammal Isn'tmy grand
aunt coming? Is it my old aunt-you
aunt, ma, aunt VIVIAN? Is it aunt Vivian
mamma?"
NO. said his mother, lit is aunt Tired
ennick!'
IL was poor, long-sufrering, loving Jean
neton who had to suffer from the ebulli
ton OF his young lordship's angry grief Il
being excluded from the party and hi
"uncle stephens" society, who woul,
have let him in if he had seen him-h
knew uncle Stephen would" he cried
bowling as loudly as he dared, in his dis
appointment.
flush, hush, mon Chcr1r' Jeanneto
soothed. at is not a party, it is a tetc, sc
you, my little one-a tctc-unc tetc d
triSteSSc, VrdimCnu There are zone Of tn
guests, or the music, or the beautifr
roses.''
"Thcrc are" said Lord Eustace, dogget
". mamma had on her blue silk, an
the beautiful white thing that she wore 4
n party one time"
Half an hour afterwards his Lordshi
Eustace MountrevOr was more thorough
convinced than ever, if it were possible, {
the correctness Of his W informatio
and the absurdity Of Jeanncton's misrel
resentation, when, on cautiously an
c~leverly Guiding her vigilance, he rushe
upstairs, and, softly opening the door
that pretty sitting-room on the first foo
with its rose-colorcd hanginGs, crcptquie
ly in.
The NEW WoMAN.