Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1899-02-11
WIN MES TRIUMPH
sY THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD,

II her corsage and white gloves. 'Uncle
stephen" was in an elegant ,mofnibd COS.
June, Decor Lake Wore White gloves, SO
hd another bald headed gentleman With
yilded anchor buttons and. gold braid on
lis coat, and the minister looking gentle
nan had on the very same long, white
gown he wore in church.. Even the sick
ady was raised mp on her pillows, and.
wearing a large, soft jacket cf pale rose
satin and cashmere, with q spray of white
lowers in n gold clasp. and with her pretty
lair, cut so. short, in bright little rings and
,urls, and n few long, .ilky, brown ring
cts straying On Her shoulders, looked al
most well, her eyes were sd bright ana
dark, and her white face had such beauti-
ful rosy cheeks, and she was smiling. In
deed, they were all smiling, and the room
was all decorated with flowers. and there
were heaps of splendid peaches Ind heei
tarines on a silver %salver, and ,maearoonis
and jelly, and d champagne bottle and
glasses. or course it was a party-they
were having n party with the sick lady;
but where was the now aunt he had heard
was coming?
"Oh, you terrible child, what brings yoh
hfrey" his mother said; but she laughed,
and, h u encouraged; little Edstace 6rept
farther, getting near kind "uhcle Steph-
en-" who never found fault with him, or
sent him away. Come, Eustace;" Lady
Mildred in~terposed, 'come with me, dear,
you cannot stay here"
"Ohi let ME stay, Uncle Stephen-let me
stayl' Eustace ~entfeated, getting behind
uncle Stephens" chair, and crushing
himself close into the muslin curtains of
the bed with surprising adroitness, II
stay with you-with you and Miss Tare-
lyon" he added, as q happily-persuasive
a~fterthought; miss Tarelyon will show
me pictures -won't you, Miss Tarelyonf"
That's not Miss Caerlyon, you litge
goose!" his mother ~interposed, catching
firm hold Of his arm. Come, Eustace,
like a good boy, and you shall sit at lunch
con with me-"
"Oh, let me stay." Eustace whimpered,
piteously, afraid to make any louder dem.
chstratioh OF displeasure because Of his
mother. I'll stay with uncle Stephen
and Miss T~arelyon!'
This is not Miss Caerlyon, my boy,
said uncle Stephen" gently, taking one
II the sick lady's little white thin hands,
On which glittered a bright thick gold
ring-"she is not Miss Caerlyon any more
she is your uncle S;ephen's wife. kiss
her, my little fellow; she is your aunt
now"
That is your new aunt who / told you
was coming, Eustace,'' said his mother,
smiling, rs she drew the bewildered child
away, that is your aunt-Winuie Tired
ennick, my dear"
And then they all went away out of the
beautiful, luxurious, invalid chamber
father, the physician, the minister, Lady
Mildred and her child, the assistants and
witnesses of that strange sad bridal-and
left Stephen Tredennick and his wife alone
together.
Alone together they spent their lives
the brave tender-hearted sailor and the
frail gentle little woman who had loved
him so faithfully and well. 1t was il life
so strange, SO pathetic in its sadness and
tenderness, in the burden Of deep affection
aid on the husband and his beloved suf-
fering wife, and borne so cheerfully, so
patiently, by both in their deep mutual
love, as TO move to pity and admiring
friendship all who ever knew the Captain
Of the CktttOOr aud his heroine-love, who
had laid down her youth and life for him.
Even Henry. Lord Mountrevor, c~ondonina
with some difficulty the mCSdllidnce Of
his wife's cousin, and privately informing
his intimate acquaintance at the club and
elsewhere that he should not wonder at
anything Tredennick of Tregarthen did
"he was always a deuced eccentric fellow"
actually honored Tregarthen House
with a visit of some ten days in the au.
tumn, and, meeting Lieutenant Caerlyon
there ut dinner, with pretty, vain Sarah,
his second daughter, radiant in white
tarletane and peach ribbons, changed his
mind totally, declared Caerlyon to be a
decent fellow, and quite gentlemanly,
and Tredennick's wife's relations nice
people enough, while, as for the frail, lit
tie white-faced woman, lying on the sofa
upstairs, he said, with Il SILVER, that she
was uncommOnly like a little wax figure,
that would break if one attempted to
handle it, but n mild, sweet. faced little
creature, and that it was a terrible pity
for Tredepnick-the poor fellow seemed SO
fond Of his little dying wife.
His wife, Lady Mildred, and his son
were with him, and that ten days visit to
tho home so sanctitied by patient suffering
and enduring devoted love taught the
worldly-hardened husband and the cold
wife a lesson. He grew more softened
and sincere with the dawning glimmer Of
a belief in the possibility of welded love
and womanly truth and constancy: and
she, graver, gentler, and more patient.
Her husbands sincere respect and liking
for Stephen, his pity and admiration OF
Winnie Tredennick, gave them a common
ground Of f"'"ndlv feeling aud converse;
:. .leir child, who, as her cousin hao
urged, should be a bond of union between
The father and mother, had ceased at least
20 be the unhappy cause Of discord.
Poo little Eustace was rather afraid of
both his parents, but, whilst he was rather
!ond of his capriciously indulgent father,
ne had a child's intense reverential adj
niration of his beautiful mother. He
feared her most, but he would have loved
aer best had he been permitted.
Madam Vivian. from the hour in which
she had learned that her worst apprehen-
sions with regard to her nephew's inten-
lions towards the woman who had saved
his life-lhe very worst, in Madam's esti-
mation-were TO he speedily realized, and
her former little pet, protegee, com
panion, and amanuensis, her poor little
tyrannized-over favorite, whom she used
to scold for wearing shabby dresses, and
eXhort against any attempts at fashion or
extravaganza in the same breath almost,
was to be exalted to "a position which she
have awarded to the ~fairest, wealth
lest, best-born of the land: her nephew's
wife, the mistress of the old home of the
of Tregarthen-from that
hour Madam Vivian made no sign or over
of forgiveness, reconciliation, or
friendship. In fact, those of her own
and her more intimate friends
were well aware that, if the ywould avoid
the evoking of her naughty displeasure,
they must mention not even the names of
.aerlyon or Tredennick in her hearing.
"They are all one now" she said once in
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