Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1899-01-28
TRIUM PH
by rHp AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD

sY THE AUTHOR OF FAIRY GOLD"
THANK 'evin!' Miss Trewhella cried,
sitting bolt upright so suddenly that her
attendants retreated in dismay, even
hardy old Llanyon drew back a step.
'Thank 'evin. / say, that I've not got
the hearts Of some people, that would eat,
and drink, and go in and out, and make
insulting remarks upon ~defenceless crea-
lures lying In dead faints, said Miss Ire
whella, standing up very stif and straight'
and "hxing'' old Lianyon with her merry
hard black eyes, when every one belong
ing TO the family as they belongs TO was
lying dead and drowned. shipwrecked and
murderedr' Miss Trewhella went on,
gurgling and gasping, and leaning her
head back against the sharp edge OF a
shelf in an affecting manner. THANK
'evin that my feelings, when hear tell OF
orpses stretched out dead and drowned
Of the family that / serves, and serves
faithful, these seventeen years and q quar-
ter-tilat my feelings is, Mr.. Llanyon, that
nv heart stops bcatin' and my blood runs
cold in my veins, and / haven't the power
TO help myself from looking like one out
OF the 'sylum, or out Of the madhouse, Mr..
Llanyon!'
For Heavens sake, what arc e a-talk-
in OF, 'Lezabcth TrewhellaH" old Llanyon
asked, fearfuIly. "Who is dead belonging
to the family?"
"It's time for you 10 ASK" Miss Ire
whella retorted, vengefully; perhaps, Mr..
Llanyon, you mightn't have been 50 ready
with your insults, an your abuse, an your
calling Of names to respectable girl, when
her minds loaded with distress, and her
bead ready TO split to think OF what's be-
"Oh, Lczabe,h," Mrs. Groge, impIored,
edo e tell us-there's n good girl-like a
dear! What have happened, 'Lezabethi
Who's dead"
Mrs. Grose, you've a heart 10 feel for
me, il you don't feel for me on MI occa-
sions rs | could wish,r responded Miss
Trewhella. 1--WE dreadful ara awful news
for you, Mrs. G~rOsc-there's dreadful news
for the family. Mrs. Grose-and my hearts
nigh breaking. ] was always one TO feel
:hings worse than anyone else! Oh, Mrs.
irosc-Maria Jane, my dear" broke out
Miss Trewhclla, abandoning the sharp
edge of the shelf for the sympathizing
h~ousemaid's shoulder, and becoming
aiarningly hysterical, "how can ! tell Eel
Don't e ask mel can't speak Of i'll The
Captain--the poor Captain--he's dead
STRAIGHTFORWARD a dead corpse down there
on--the-the scashore! Maria Jane, hold
me up--Pm gOing''
"Es ct Cappun Tredennick as Is dead?"
old Llanyon almost shouted, in grief and
horror. "'Lezlbcth Trcwhella, e er not
goin' to tell me Of ct, The Cappun-my
gallant gentleman! Cappun Stephen, that
l remember ms a handsome young fellow
my brave, fine, noble gentleman! Es ct
drowned dead 'er 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 a bell rang sharply.
ooh, good Lor'I"I he %groaned, sitting
down. in helpless dismay, what are us
TO doY How are us 10 tell poor MadamP'
pm to tell her, Mr., Llanyon, If You
please" Miss Trewhella said, withcringly,
Pm to be the one-pnd the only one fit
and proper TO tell my lady, after seventeen
years and q quartet. I'm aware Of the
proper and only method Of breaking af-
iiicting intelligence, Mister Llanyon," she
went on, with contemptuous self-posses-
sion. at isn't likely that persons as have
no proper feelinc, or knowledge Of the
weakness Of u delicate PERSONS nerves,
could attempt TO NEEDLE with such n stu.
alton. Perhaps You would be kind enough
TO give me another spoonful-the least
spoonful-of wine, Mrs. Crosse. | don't
know as | shall be r5le To get through 1t
without fainting again"
"Oh. Providence, look down on usl' old
Llanyon groancd, quite unconvinced by