The Charles Mix new era. (Wagner, Charles Mix County, S.D.) 1???-1911, 1908-10-23

"5fnsic Of d high order is not an an.
common rift among wofItea of a 4
tesapera hseaf, said fsa8tnliani masirgiy.
IL take Ii 70 b. only another name Tor
. sfnpathy Want Of nH4sieal feeling i
want Of sympathy shngspeaFe knew that
when hc declared the npn-suaaicai man
10 hr BY nature a villain. | eonld no
more imagine .ou without The gift %
infl.ie thaa / could imagine itie STARS
without the quality Of Eight Mr.. Grcs-
! soli's first wife Was a good musician,
no doubt ron know"
"You heard her play and singf" fal-
tered Mildred, avoiding a direct reply.
Yes. ] heard hcr several times AT par
ties OF Nice. She vas much admired for
| her musical talents. She was not q
grand singer, bul she bad been weil
| taught, and she had exquisite taste, and
knew exactly the kind Of music that suit
cd her best. She was one Of the attrac-
tons al the ralais Montana, where one
hearl only thr best music"
Il think you saiJ the Other dry that
you did not meet her often" said Mil
dred. MY husband could hardly have
forgotten you had you mot frequently
II can scarcely say that we met fire.
a~uently, and our meetings were such as
Mr.. Greswold would not be very likely TO
remember. an not a remarkable man
now. and ! was a very Insignificant per
son fifteen years ago. / was only asked
10 peoples houses because ] conld sing a
little, and because my father had n repu-
tation Ia the South as a composer. |
was never introduced to your husband,
but I was presented TO his wife--as a
presocious youth with some pretenslons 10
a tenor ~voice-and ! found her very
charming--after her own particular
style"
WAS she a beautiful woman asked
Mildred. "f-I-have never talked about
her 10 my husband, she died SO young.
and"
yes. yes, | understand" interrupted
Casteliani. as she hesitated, 'Of course
you would not speak OF her. There are
things that cannot be spoken about. There
Is always a skeleton Ia every i%ife--not
more in Mr.. Greswold's past han in that
Of other people, perhaps, could we know
all histories. | was wrong to speak Of
her. Her ne me escaped me unawares.
pray don't apologize said Mildred.
indignant at something in his tone. which
limited at wrongdoing on her husbands
part. There can be no reason why you
should keep siience-to me though any
mention Of an old, sorrow might wound
him. / know my husband too well not to
know that he must have behaved honora-
bly, in every relation of life--before |
married him as well as afierward. | only
asked a very simple question was my
predecessor as beautiful as she was gift
edg'
No. SIR WIS charming, piquant. ele-
CANT, ~spirituelle. but she was not hand
some. | think she wa conscious OF that
of beauty. and that 1t made her SEN
and even bitter. / have heard her
say hard things of women who were hand
soiner than herself. She had a scathing
tongue and a capricious temper. and she
was not a fayorite with her own sex,
though she was very much admired by
clever men. / know that as a lad I
thought her one of the brightest women
! had ever met
1T was sad that she should die so
young" said Mildred.
She would not for worlds that this
man should know the extent Of her igner-
ance about the woman who had borne
her husbands name. She spoke vagucly,
hoping that he would take it for granted
she knew all.
Yes assented Castellani with a sigh,
''her death was infinitely sad
He spoke as OF an event Of more than
common sadness calamity that had
been in somewise more ~tragical than UNI
timely death must need be.
Mildred kept silence, though her heart
ached with shapelcss forebodinss. and
though il would have been an unspeak-
sble relief to know the worst rather thar
to feel the oppression Of this mystery.
Castellani rose to take leave. lie was
paier than he had been before the ron
Sersation began, and he had a troubled
air. Pamela looked at him with sympa-
fhctic distress. Il am afraid YOU are
dreadfully tired she said, as they shook
hands.
II am never tired in this house." he
answered and Pamela appropriated the
compliment by her vivid blush.
CHAPTER VII.
pamcla's prattle relieved the gloom
which had fallen uDOn husband and w;fe