Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1907-08-29
! A CH ANGE
OF III Fart
By MAUD S. pEASLEE
copyright. BY Joseph B. Bowles.)

| /" ~ 1AS oA1y aOuS WIZ ODJcCl0U IL
Sylyie's marriage. Everyone else in
the village thought she did so well
Sylvie was my sister and several
years my junior. We were a large
family once, but now only she and ]
were left, and we chung more closely
than ever together.
She was so pretty and lovable,
could not bear to have her out Of my
sight.
When I was young, and had had
some claims to beauty myself, Walter
| Whitcomb had thought me fair. For
| one bright summer, love may have
| made me SO. Then came misunder-
standings, fault-fnding, with bitter re
cr1minations-and, parting that
wrenched my heart-strinGs, though my
| lips smiled.
Sylvie met Dick Ormond the summer
she was Is. I can remember now how
| the faint pink flush used to come and
go in her cheeks; but then I thought
little OF her admiring glances. / had
been used to seeing Sylvie made much
over; I almost worshiped her my
| self.
They became great friends, but do
not think he courted her at that time.
He went away in the fall to be gone
two years. He was to finish mis- edu-
cation at famous college, and then
! he was coming back to practice with
! his uncle, Lawyer Benson. l didn't
like the old gentleman, and remem-
Der told Sylvie that I hated lawyers.
She looked quite grieved, for you see
that was Dicks profession.
I do not think was sad in those
| days; I'm afraid was cross. know
was morbid and heavy-hearted with
an uneasy sense of coming loss I
must have known even then how it
would end; but was 10th to acknowl-
edge even to myself that Sylvle could
ever love another better than me-
| When Dick came home in the spring
he asked her If she loved him we'll
enough to marry him in the fall, and
help him make a dome. The dear
child how happy she was, and, thank
God. is yet!
could not refuse my consent; Ihad
no reasonable grounds, but looked
with strong disapproval on every
thing. Yet remember how I worked
and planned that Sylvie's outfit might
| be dainty and complete. She timidly
proposed that should live with item
in the cottage on the hill, and assured
me Dick was willing.
| But am not!" I answered grimly,
and made our old sewing machine
fairly rattle as the yards of dainty
rutiiing fell crowding into my lap.
| They had not been married long
when Lawyer Benson died of heart
disease. AS Dick was his heir, they
| left the cottage, and moved into the
big house with it's fine library and
| handsome furniture. Dick was very
busy, for all his uncle's practice fell
into his hands; and must say he gave
! great satisfaction
Dick had bought the cottage with
money his uncle had given him for
wedding present, and it was nicely
furnished. They wanted me to go and
live there when / still refused to go to
them. They asked me to let my care
of the house settle all question of rent
between as, .5;;.t . iI>was paying rent on
the house where Sylvie and I had
lived, and SO 1 insisted on paying them
| the same II made the change.
Sylvie used often to come up and sit
with me, because I would rarely go to
the big house to see her. Besides she
loved the memories the house held for
her.
By-and-by 1t grew to be too much
for Sylvie to climb the hill, and she
did not go out often in the carriage.
Still did not go down to see her I'M
| less they sent for me.
One day the buggy came for ma in
great haste, and went, although I
grumbled all the way.
| When they put Sylvie's little daugh-
ter IN my arms, kissed her because
just couldn't help 1t; but didn't
make any fuss over her, and 1 won
dered audibly If there was any need Of
my hanging around there any longer.
Dicks face was very grave, and he
asked me to stay a few days, IL I
could. only shifted and made him no
reply. didn't offer to do anything at
all that next day; indeed there was no
need.
That night, though, sylyie grew
worse, and when went to her found
she was in danger Of her life, just
through the carelessness OF her nurse.
Well, just swept her, and all the
rest out Of the room, and fell on my
knees by the bed and prayed God to
forgive me.
/ think He did, for I pulled her
through. Even the doctor, and he
didn't like me very much either, said
/ saved her.
For ten days and nights stood over
her with only brief intervals Of rest.
4 Afterwards nothing was said OF my
going home. and / was glad, for did
not want to go. MY pride all left me
the night thought sylvie would die
and / knew had neglected her
through my stubbornness. Now
wanted to be near some one loved.
i was glad they named the baby
after me; It made me feel had a lit.
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