Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1899-01-28

iStance, n was relieved 10 Hnu unuI ner
mistress was not dead. The shock was
yet sound and strong from her magnificent
constitution; and, after n little while, she
sat up, pallid, haggard, trembling, an
agony OF bereaved pain thrilling her
through and through, and making her
white lips parche1, and her fearless eyes
burn like fire. But she was strong to
suffer, determined, proud, and self-willed
yet.
Bring me n warm mantle and bonnet"
she said, TO her maid; and, n momentary
hesitation on her part evoking n haughti-
ly-impatient glance and an impcrious DO
you hcarH" Miss Trewhella was obliged,
in amazement and alarm, speedily TO obey
the command.
"Give me your arm, Llanyon." she said
to her old faithful man servant. Your
nerves render you unfit for anything, " she
remarked, coldly scornful as she turned
away from her maids proffered assist.
ance. 81 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 c~ndcavoring to pity or
understand her heartgriefs.
Poor old Llanyon was afraid to betray
his own bitter regret, and kept wiping
away the tears that trickled down his
withered cheeks silently and cautiously
with his right hand, while he respectfully
held the left hand and arm TO assist his
mistress rs 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 about?" she demanded,
impatient and wrathful in her suppressed
pain.
"They-they-T suppose they're looking
at-oh, Madam, MADAME" The old man
broke down with a choking sob.
Hush, hush" his mistress said, clutch.
ing him fiercely by the arm. Command
yourself, l tell you! Do you wish Inc to
break down now? Do you think that !
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 u 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, eXclaimlng, staring, push
ing, struggling crowd of men, women,
BOYS and girls, all looking seward.
They're comm! They're cOmin'!"
The words passed from mouth to mouth,
at first in n confused hum of eager voices,
gradually rising in q tide of excitement,
until n great wave of roaring cheers,
shouts, and outcries swellcd 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
bv people who seemed half mad with anX.
iety and cagerness, towards the summit OF
the Head.
What are they about? How dare they
push me in this manner? What is all the
cheering for? Ask them, Llanyon. Do
you hear? What are you staring at, like
the reStE"
"What es ct all about? What are We
cheering for" Llanyon asked a man rush.
ing past. 40 we see wheer ye're goingP
Look ut Madam Vivian, mani"
II beg Ger pardon, my lady," the man
said, touching his hat, but pushing on,
with n broad grin on his flushed face, all
the time; they're cheering for the sailors
she have sawed themi Miss Winnie
~Caerlyon-the little Whitehead maid as
you wuddent think could elem n we'll
she's been and gone down hat cliif-right
over the Head, my LADY," lie restrained
himself with evident difficulty until he
got Il yard past Madam Vivian, and then
his throat opened in another cheer, Jo!pinG
the chorus of cheers that fairly deafcned
the ear.
THE sailors! The sailors! The sailors
and Winnie Caerlyon!" Madam cried
aloud, in the rage of her grief and uncer-
tainty. "Why did | come here? Llanyon,
take me out of this yelling crowd, and
bring me some respectable person-Lieu-
tenant Caerlyon-anyone that can ask a
question of. Why did | come? Listen to
their cheers! How dare they? How dare
they, if-if-the-C Captain is not safe! Liam
yon, do you hear me? This yelling and
shouting will drive me mad!'
But poor old LANNON'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, Madam was
obliged to pause, leaning against one OF
the rough upright granite boulders that
strewed the Head.
Here she is! Here she is! Bray-voH
roared the crowd. did e ever hear tell
o. the like9 The little maid-the Leften.
ants daughter"
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
Caerlyon's wonderful achievements" she
said aloud, in scorn. "Will you answer
me, please" she asked of a miner near by
eff anybody is of Importance beside Miss
Winnie Caerlyon-have the crew Of the
ChittoOr been saved?"
"'Es, Madam" he answered, "some ov
'em; she sawed them-the young maid
the Leftenant's daughter-have g heard
tell, MADAME"
''Wnl you answer me property" Madam
Vivian said, almost frenzied. What is
Winnie Caerlyon to me? How dare you!
Where is the Captain of the Chtttoor while
you are yelling over the sailors and Win
ME Caerlyon?"
Abashed and frightened by her anger,
the poor 'kibble lander" from Tolgooth
mines could only point his finger towards
the sea.
''Theer, Madam-him and Winnie Caer'
lyon"