The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1904-08-31

there. Nay, don't cry, my pretty sister.
Kiss me-so-that is well. Let me see
where was /? Oh, | remember now;
| was at the beginning. We'll, dear
sissy, all the time | had been about,
Of all the pretty women | had seen of all
ranks, j never once fell III love. | might
have had a passing fancy, but ! never
knew a woman that touched my heart.
till one night / had to go down to Wales.
/ got out at a junction, was too leisurely
in finishing my soup, and was left be-
hind. No very great thing this, you viii
think. Well, 1t would have been an ac-
cident, perhaps, to ninety-nine men in a
hundred. To me il was an epoch OF life
not lightly to be put aside, for 1t chang
ed the whole current Of my existence"
He paused a minute, and then contin-
utd: "Of course | went to the best hotel;
equally of course, the place was so hor-
ribly dull after the gas was lighted, l
my nap and actually now it was only 8
o'clock. What was to be done? ! rang
for the landlord-put the case to him.
well, sir, there is the theater. It's
Hamlet tonight; but / am told that
the scenery is not very good"
1.-The very thing-a theater.' And,
with the remembrance of mine hosts
funny remark, | went to the theater.
Can l ever forget the scenei If it were
not for this oppression that is upon
me, / could laugh ever now till | ached
again, at the Shakespeare / saw at this
little country theater, | paid for the
best box in the ragged little house."
Another pause, and then he went on:
"Ah, Edith, l didn't know what l do
now, or | would have given double the
money they had in the little house to
have never gone in. They played the
whole thing with about half a dozen peo-
pie, and Of course it was very funny.
But presently / heard a voice-ah, sissy,
such a voice! such liquid music!-and /
looked and saw such a dark houri, as one
might dream Of as %inhabiting paradise.
She was beautiful beyond compare-such
superb black hair, with the paper flowers
in it; such eyes, that melted before your
giance! But why need | go IN with the
catalogue of her charms?-she was sim
ply the loveliest woman had ever seen;
so sweet and perfect, SO far above those
with whom she was associating, that
ever at this time, when the cure
tells me / shall soon join her, / feel a
pang of pain that she was not known to
me years before"
Mrs. Cholmondely heaved a sigh. while
her brother continued: There was no
need of a glass, sissy, where l vas sit
ting, we were almost face TO face, and
think Fate must have whispered to both
of us that our way of life must be to-
gether, for we were mutually attracted
to each other. To make a long story
short, my dear Edith, | gave them all a
supper at the hotel; found out that Mar
beautiful, and had supported her poor
old mother till she had died about a year
before. And then-then-my darling
came to me, for we loved each other so
dearly. / married her, and took her ev-
erywhere. l was, i'll truth, mad with
happiness. But only for n year, sissy
only for a year. She died in my arms,
after having given birth to a baby girl
a little Maggie-the living miniature of
herself"
Here a heavy sigh broke from the dy-
lily nluH, duu IT SuOiAlOiutig DCSSCN
him not to proceed, but her brother must
finish his story now
II wandered UP the Mediterranean"
said he, back again through Spain and
France, to England, and there | left my
Maggie, with two dear, cheerful little
ladies. Take down the address careful
ly, darling sister, for / am getting weak
Misses Henley, Burnham Beeches,
Burnham. They have a little cottage
there. Let her be brought up there in
content. l pay a hundred a year for her;
let ii be always paid them. And let her
marry some good fellow, that doesn't be-
long to your world or to mine. And IL
harm m to her, shield her, love her,
my little Maggie, for my sake. You
promise, my pretty sister! can't see
you very plainly just now.'
II sweary' she replies, %fervently.
Then he says, Heaven bless your
and she presses her lips to his in a pas
sionate kiss; he grows very cold, and
she shrieks for assistance.
Too late! Too late! Jocelyn Hugh
Damer is dead.
Changmoor Hall has beer closed for
many q year, and changes great and
small have taken place, not only in the
Devonshire village, but also in other
parts through which we have travelled.
Ernest Cholmondely is happily mar
ried. his little children come to their
grandmother for the pretty story of Mag
Gle and her shell; and she is always
pleased to put 1t to their little ears, that
they may hear Its murmur; and often
enough Ernest will tell his gentle wife
the sad story, winning grateful tears
from her soft eyes.
They have not forgotten Maggie, any
more than Archie and Maud, whose sec
ond boy Is called Duncombe. and who is
a wonderful favorite with the old Colo
mel, who, taking the child on biz knee,
will solemnly rehearse that sce1e at