Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1882-02-22

she tried to get upon her feet, she fell
back with moan.
"What is it? Oh. what il itf' cried
one and another, for MahAla, Sadie and
Jennie were all out onfhe piazza now,
looking over the edge.
"My ankle--I believe I've broken it r
moaned Grace.
.Ill run and call somebody" said
Sadie, filed with remorse at the result
of her joke.
No--no-no! Stop! Pray don't 60;
I'll die first r. said Grace.
Eve might tic sheet round her and
draw her up" suggested Jennie.
And run the risk of breaking her
neck as well as her ankle," said Mahala.
mo, we must contrive something safer
than that"
"Girls, I'm going back the way !
came down--only not quite 80 quick,
said Grace, resolutely.
"Oh, you never eau y
but / will r said Grace, and sup
| pressing her groans with Spartan cour-
age she climbed the trellis, ard got back
to her room, with such aid as her COM
panions could afford. Then they did
their best for her, by means of pocket
handkerchiefs aud cologne. bottles, but
the next day she was not able to rise from
her bed. The ankle, however, was not
broken, but badly sprained.
OF course, Miss Naylor had to be told
of the accident, but she asked few ques-
tions, and made no formal investigation
of the affair. How much she knew or
surmisel no one could tell, but it was
supposed her leniency was due to the
fact that the term was nearly over, when
Grace's connection with the school
would cease.
Grace now thought that the worst was
over and her spirits rose accordingly.
"I'vc got of better than I expected, =
said she. t'To be sure / lost the boat
ing party, which, would have been great
fun, but there's our reception to lock for.
ward to, and my essay-I must finish
that. I'm sure Of the prize. Give me
my writing materials, will you" This
to Mahala, WHO was just going out t.
recitation.
When Mahala returned she fount
Grace looking feverish and excited.
81 cant write word" said she, "my
ankle pains me SO. Doyou know of an,
J of Shakespeare's women who went OF
: crutches? Ii you do, l might possibl..
be inspired to write about them. NJ,
, pen hobbies just like my foot
And because of the severe pain sh,
suffered, the essay was never finished
If it has been, she could not have rea(
it, for she was not able to be present a
, the closing exercises. Lying on tn.
lounge in her room she could imagine i
all--the flowers, the music, the audience
the awarding of the przes-and finally
delightful MIR. Rembrandt, president O
, the board OF trustees, giving the diplomas
with pleasant word for each recipient
, she knew how it all was, and she had NJ
: part in it. Probably no one missed her
Yes, there was one who must have beer
, very glad to miss her, and that was Mis-
> Phoebe Black, her rival in English com
! position.
Afterwards came the reception of th
graduating class. She could see hang
ing in the closet the pretty dress Of PIN
!, silk and tulle her mother had sent he
J; for the occasion. Mahala had worl
, blue and white, and how well it had sc
! off her fair complexion!
But perhaps the keenest pang of al
4 was when Mahala at last returned
. flushed and radiant, the book she ha
received as q prize in one hand, in tn
9 other basket of roses and migno
nette--the gift OF "that handsome Harr
: Sims!"
! Then Grace bid her face in her pillow
: and smotbered in its friendly feather
her first sigh for the fickleness of mar
I kind. Youths Companion.