Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-02-17
II might do worse. too.n

perhaps. But still cannot forget thers
was Wolverhampton last year. A title is
not to be despised; and ne was devoted 10
you, and would, think, have made a coed
husband"
II dare say. He was fool enough for any
thing. And liked him, rather; but there
was something im him-wasn't there, now,
Notwithstanding positively enraging at
times"
II suppose, then, your fancy for young
Ronayne arises from the fact that there is
nothing in him." says Hernia, maliciously;
that's his charm, is it?'
Mrs. Bohun laughs.
Il don't suppose there Is very much I'm
him." she says; ''that in itself is such re-
lief. Wolverhamp.on was so overpowering
! about those hydraulics. U,ic isn't servant,
certainly, and don't think he will ever set
the Liffey atire, lut he is pleasant too to
think on Now, mind you, don't believe
care a pin about Ulic Ronayne,--he is
younger than | am, for one thing,-but still
don't care to hear him abused"
IL am not abusing him." says Hernia.
at was you said he was no servant, and
would be unlikely TO set the LifTey atire."
"For which we should be devoutly CRATE
full" says Olga, frivolously. Consider, il
he could what the consequences would be.
both to life and property. Poor young man !!
really think Government ought to give
him pension because he can't"
And what about all the other young
men?' asked Hernia. And then she yawns
| Here Monicl-who has been absent with
/ Mr.. Ryde for the best part of an hour--comes
up TO them, and presently Terence, with the
! Fitzgeralds, and Miss Priscilla and Lord
/ Rossmoyne.
II heard story yesterday want to tell
| you" says Terence, gayly, singing out Miss
Fitzgerald and Olga, and sinking upon the
| grass at the formers feet. lie is such a
| handsome merry boy that he is a favorite
! with all the women. Miss Priscilla stands
near him; the others are all conyersing to-
( gether about the coming plays at Aghyo-
| hillbeg.
1T is about the curate," says Terence,
gleefully. "You know, he Is awful spoons
on the ugliest French girl, and the herday
he wanted to run up to Dublin TO get her q
ring, or something, but"
Now, Terence, dear, surely that is not
/ the way to pronounce thav word" says Miss
Priscilla, anxiously; "such vulgar pro-
nunciaton-'bu-ut' How YOU drawled it
How ugly it sounds -'Du.utr Now put your
! lips together like mine, so, and say but,
o't"t'U' WV 0S5'h J'ut SNN'J "HN
tell it nicely"
Terence begins again, -rcIg good-humo..
edly, thinks Olga, has almost reached
the point, wheN Miss Priscilla breaks in
again:
Now, not so igst, my DEER Terence. 90
really cannot follow yol at ali. don't even
understand what you are ~ Gently, my
dear boy. Nov begin it al Over again, and
be more explicit"
But the fun is all out OF Terence by this
time, though OLGA is 50 convulsed with
laughte. thai /. might haze been tho best
story on record which somewhat astonishcs
though it consoles Terence, as when his
funny incident Is related in carefully
modulated voice, and with painful precis-
ION it strikes even him rs being hopelessly
ninteresting. However, Mrs. Bohun GER
tainly enjoys it,-Or something else, per-
hapS; fortunately, it never occurs to Terry
to ponder on the something else"
Hernia, Olga, come now, my dcars. You
can't stay here for erCr, YOU know" cries
! Madame O'C1mor's loud but CHEEKY voice.
at is nearly seven. Come, tell you, or
the Misses Blake, our good friends here,
will think we mean to take up our residence
at Moyne for good"
Continued Next Week.)