Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-03-17
ever meet a man who couldn't dieq'
"Never,-if he went the right way about

ever meet a man who couldn't dier'
"Never,-if he went the right way about
Eit..
'sThen, according to your showing, you
have never seen a good man." She leans
back again in her chair, fatigued but salts
fed.
I'm afraid they are few and far between"
says Hernia.
"Now and again they haze appeared"
says Mr.. Kelly, with a modest glance. Per
haps | shall never die"
"Don't make us more unhappy than we
need be-" says Mrs. Herrick, plalntively.
slow sad that good men should be 80
scarceE' says Miss Fitzgerald, with a glance
she means to be funny, but which Is only
dull.
Don't make trite remarks, Bella" says
Mrs. Bohun, languidly. "You know il you
did meet one he would bore you to death.
The orthodox good man, the oppressive be-
ing we read about, but never see, Is un-
known to me or you, for which /, at least,
am devoutly grateful"
ITO return to old Browne" says Clic:"
wasn't good, if you like. He was a horrid
ill-tempered, common old fellow, thorough
ly without education of any kind"
HE went through college, however, as he
was fond of Boosting whenever he got the
chance"
"And when he didn't get it he made it,"
I'm at one door and cut at the other, that's
how he went through Trinity" says Mr..
Kelly "Oh, how | hated that dear old man,
and ho,C he hated mer'
you admit, then, the possibility of your
being hated?' says Mrs. Herrick.
"Ihave admitted that ever since-I met
yOu! But old Browne bore me a special
grudge."
"And your sin against him?'
~ never fatlomed il. The atrocious
crime of being a young man. principally, l
think. Once, / certainly locked him up in
his own wine-ccllar, and left him there for
six hours, under the pretense that believed
him to be a burglar, but nothing more. lie
quite disliked being locked in the cellar, l
tNink. 1t was very dark, | must admit. But
I'm not afraid of the dark"
That's a good thing" says Madame
O'ConnOr, entering, because il will soon
envelop you. Did any one ever see so dark
an evening for the time Of year? Well, | do
think that fire looks cheerful, though ii is
warm. Has Mary Browne come down yet?'
NO. Come here, Madame; here's a coy
seat | have been keeping sacred for you the
past hour. Why have you denied us the
light of your countcnance all this weary
time?'
Get out with you now, and your fine
compliments to an old woman!' says Mad
anne, laughing. IF / were your sweetheart,
Owen, I'd never believe a word out of your
lips"
Mrs. Herrick, laying down her knitting,
raises her head, and looks full into kelly's
eyes. As she does SO, a smile, lovely as it
Is unexpected, warns all her statuesque
face into perfect beauty.
"And this to me!' says Kelly, addressing
his hostess, and pretending to be blind to
Mrs. Herrick's glance. "All the afternoon
| have been treated by your sex with the
most consummate cruelty. With their
tongues they have been stabbing me as with
so many knives. But yours is the unkind,
est cut of all. 1t is in fact, the-er-carv
ing-knife!'
"Oh! here's the tea" says O'ga, in 6
pleased tone. Madame, pIhISe let me poul
1t out tO-night?'
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