Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-06

pesson,' says Miss pffacilla, when the door
has closed upon that vetefan; tbtit still /
hope did not offend her with that last
thoughtless slip of mine. But really, over
here, In Ireland, we are not accustomed to
the extraordinary language in which Mitch.
ell indulges at times. She seems to me to
be saving UP her aspirates for a hypothetical
dearh OF that article in the future"
Miss Priscilla is so pleased with this long
word that she quite RECEIVERS her teAnper
At this moment the door Is opened, and
Timothy enters, bearing not only an air of
mystery with him, but a large envelope.
why, what is this at this time of nightg'
says Miss Priscilla, who is plainly under the
impression that, once the lamps are lighted,
1t Is verging on midnight. She takes the en-.
velope from Timothy, and gazes at the huge
regimental crest upon 1t with judicial ex.
preston.
"A sojer brought 1t, miss. Yes, indeed,
ma'am. A-hossback he come all the way
from the Barracks at Clonbree."
Redcoats at Rossmoyne are novelty, and
are regarded by the peasantry with mixed
feelings OF admiration and contempt
think the contempt Is stronger with Timothy
than the admiration.
From the Barracks?, SAYS Miss Priscilla.
slowly, turning and twisting the letter be.
tween her fingers, while Monica's heart
beats rapidly. 1t is, 1t must be the invita-.
tion; and what will be the,reSult of 1t?
Yes, indeed, miss. asked him what
brought him at this hour, maam; but he
took me mighty short wild his answer, SO I
give up me questions
Never having been able for fifty years to
make up his mind whether his mlstresses
should be addressed as maidens or matrons,
almothy has compromised matters by put
ting miss" and ma am" into every
sentence he dedcates to them.
"Ah, an invitation from Captain Cobbett
lor Friday neXt--um-um eiOur to seven
um-um. All of us invited, even Kit" says
Miss Priscilla, In decidedly lively tone.
Me! f! am askedT' cries Kit, eXcitedy.
Yes, indeed, you are specially mention
ed. Very nice and attentive, | must say,
OF those young men, particularly when we
have not shown them any kindness as net.
thought that Mr.. Ryde very superior
young fellow, with none of the discourteouS
antipathy to age that disfigures the manners
OF the youth of the present day. Penelope,
my dear, perhaps you had better indite the
answer to this Yours is the pen of Il ready
writer"
Very WE'LL" says Miss Penelope, rising
slowly-Oh so slowly! thinks Monica-and
going toward the davenport.
us the soldier outside, Timothy" asks
Miss Priscilla.
"Yes, miss. He said he wanted bit OF
writing from ye for the captain"
1T is a long ride. Take him downstairs,
Timothy, and give him some beer, while
Miss Penelope prepares reply"
Begging your pardon, miss, and with due
respects to ye, maam, but he's that stiff in
his manner, an tight in his clothes, doubt
If he'd condescend TO enther the Kitchen"
Timothy" says Miss Priscilla, withmuch
displeasure, !you have been having hot
words with this stranger. What is IL all
aboutP'
There's times, miss, as we all knows,
when worm will turn; and though I'm not
worm, ma'am, no more am n coward, an
red coat don't cover more flesh than a
black; an I'm an ould man, Miss Priscilla,
to be called buffer"
1t is apparent to every one that Timothy
is nearly - 'rs
"a bdffer?' repeats Miss Priscilla, with
disgust; she treats the word cautiously, as
one might something noXious. "What is a
buffer?' ~
Nobody enlightens her; though perhaps
Terence might, were he not busily engaged
trying to suppress his laughter behind o
huge Japanese fan.
Continued Next Week.)