Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1899-11-11
range they should be coming here to the

strange they should be coming here to the
old house,"
''Monica cannot be child now. She must
be at least eighteen" says Miss Priscilla,
thoughtfully. ut was in 1863, that"
.'1S64, think" interrupts Miss Penelope
'1s63," persists Miss Priscilla.
"You may be right, my DEAR" says Miss
Penelope, mildly but firsily, "you often are,
-bu. know 1t was In '64 that"
1What2' asks Miss Priscilla, sharply.
~The Desmond Tilted OUR Katherine"
"You are wrong, Penelope, utterly wrong.
It was in 49,"
AZ am nearly always wrong" says Miss
Penelope, meekly, yet, with latent sense
of suppressed power. "But cannot forget
that In the year George Desmond behaved
SO shamefully to our sweet Katherine, Mad
am O'Connor's COW had two calves, and
I,dt," trlumphantly, "was In o."
"You are right,-quite right" says Miss
Priscilla, vanqulshed, but not cast down.
$50 1t was. What a memory you have, my
dear Penclopev
Nothing when compared with yours"
says Miss Penelope, smiling.
T At this moment the door opens and an old
man enters the room. He Is clad in the
garb of serv1St, though such wonderful
habiliments rs tGose in which he has arrayed
himself would be difficult to purchase now
adays; whether there are more wrinkles In
his forehead or In his trousers is nice ques-
ton that could not readily be decided at a
moments notice.
| We'll, Timothy" says Miss Priscilla,
looking up as he approaches the table, 1--WE
have had news Of Miss Katherme's-I mean
Mrs. Beresford's-children.
Rest her sowl y says Timothy, In rev.
erential tone, alluding TO that part Of the
late Mrs. Beresford.
ut seems they have landed and will be
with us to-day"
''Sure an grand change II will be for MS
all, miss; twill indeed, ma am" says Timo-
thy, cheerfully, though his mind misgives
him. There's nothing like children, when
alls told; suros there's music in the very
sound Of their footsteps"
VI hope they will be good" says Miss
Penelope, with doubtful sigh.
"Faix, what else would they be, nIss?"
says the old man, with assumed reproach.
"Tis well mind of poor Miss Katherine
herself,-t soft tongue she had in her
head, an never cross word out of her,
save to Nelly Doolin-an she was TIE dlvil
himself, savin' your presence, miss, and
enough to provoke all the saints-glory
II trust they will be happy here" goes on
Miss Penelope, still wistful.
AN why not, missp Sure the country
Is the finest place at all for the young; and
where's finer country than ould IrelandP'
! Much can't be said for it of late Timo-
thy" says Miss Priscilla, sadly; "all it can
boast Of now Is rebellion, sedition, and
bloodshed"
Sure every one must have kick up
sometimes, miss" says Timothy, with
youthful lightness; IAN afther all, ISN'T the
ould place only doin' what she can for her
self, more power to her?'
Ryan," says Miss Priscilla, sternly, adj
dressing her butler by his surname, "a thing
that Is never done except In dire cases, and
fixing upon him an icy glance beneath which
he Quails, II regret you should SO far forget
yourself as to utter such reasonable senti-
ments In our presence. You ought to be
ashamed of yourself"
$50 am, miss. humbly ask yer pardon,
a'am," says Mr.. Ryan, promptly. "But
all the different opinions one hears adde's
the brain. Twas only last night the Muir
| phys had meeting, and they do say, miss"
lowering his voice contidentially, that the
Squire down there" pointing apparently
through the breakfast-room wall, lis in q
bad way with the League boys"
1.-THE Desmond?'
"YeS, miss. He's been evictin' again,
ma am, an there's queer talk about him.
But" with relapse into former thought,
''if he's bad landlord, what can he cx-
pect?"
mo, no, Timothy. He is not bad land
lord" says Miss Priscilla, hastily, though
this allowance Of grace 10 her enemy causes
her hitter pang. "lIe has been most pa-
tent for years. That kn0lD."
"Well, maybe go, miss" says Ryan, de-
ferentially, but with reservation in his
manner that speaks volumes. 1T isn't for
the likes of me, ma'am, to contradict the
likes of you. Eut did ye hear miss, that
Misther Desmond's nephew has come to stay
with hmr'
AT Cooler"
"At the Castle. Yes, n iss. Faix twas
meself was surprised to hesr it. But there
he is, safe enough, an another gentleman
with him; an they do say that the ould
masther Is as proud as Punch of him. But
his blood's bad, I'll no doubt.
mo doubt" says Miss Priscilla, severely.
Miss Penelope signs.