Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-05-25
LOST---FIVE DOLLARS.
III ANTONY 3. ANDERSON.

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Her box of color-tubes stood on the floor
beside the easel, and the palette and
brushes, with the paint still moist and
odorous upon them, lay on the small
table near by.
Yes" she said, with a self-satisfed,
dimpling smile, using the maplestick to
aid her rs she enumerated the good
points of her picture, II think it will
pass muster, mother dear. Confess now,
that ! managed those bits ofsunlight and
shade with the skill of an old master!
And am / mol represented :sas large as
life, only more SOP
"And what shall you call it, dear?!"
asked Mrs. Kendall, a fair, brown
haired widow, who looked very much
like her daughter.
Under the Lilacs,' I think. It
doesn't look very modest, I suppose, to
paint oneself; but, in the dearth of
models, | was compelled to do So"
AS if a prettier model could be de-
sired" exclaimed Mrs. Kendall, with
motherlv pride.
Yes, it vas a pretty model, and a very
pretty bit of painted canvas. Overhead
hung great punches of the fragrant lilac
blooms, framing an exquisite, smiling,
girlish face. Her hand was stl etche /
upward, andtiIe loose sleeve had slipped
carelessly back, disclosing the white,
rounded arm. Her apron was almost
filed with great, odorous lilac lunches,
while she was just in the act of plucking
another. Over allthe sunlight streamed
warm, bright. golden.
- shall 60 to New York with it my
60 much money on it, mother dear!
Then we shall have a new carpet; for
this one, though almost hidden by rugs
innumerable, is undeninbly shah BY.
And 1 shall get my piano tuned, and
buy those new waltzes Hetty spoke
about last week, and-and I'm sure I
don't know. what all. l thank the fates
that they have decreed old furniture to
be very stylish and mice" for I'm
afraid I won't get enough to buy any
thing new in that direction"
Don't build too many air-castles,
Nannette," said her mother, warningly,
stfor you may be disappointed, after
all.n
But brave little Nannette's hopeful
ness was not dashed in the least. She
had worked so long on this picture;
had been SO ~painstaking. Surely in the
great city, ten miles away, there must
be some one who would admire it and
buy it.
Not quite a week later, Mr.. Curtis
Van Tassels sauntered listlessly, into
one of the downtown cafes, toward
dusk, and settled himself, with a dis
satisfied sigh, at one Of the numerous
small tables, covered with whitest, soft
est damask, and g%littering with sill
yer.
Business had been unutterably dull
during the past week, Notwithstanding
the fact that it was early in spring, and
Mr.. Van Tassei's affairs had suffered
more than a little. Hence his unwonted
perturbation ofmind.
So preoccupied that was he that he
did not notice he had a visa Wis, till
coffee and rolls had been brought him.
The cloud lifted suddenly from his
handsome forehead, and he glanced
with deep interest at the girl opposite
him-Nannette Kendall herself. Curtis
thought it was one..of the most beautiful
faces be had ever seen-exquislte in its
modelling, perfect in its contour. Her
eyes1ooked sad and disappointed, as il
ready 10 drop tears.
She had walked about the city all day
not quite despairing Of success, until the
approach of evening, Then, fearful lest
her mother might be anxious, she had
left the picture aA a kind-hearted book.
sellers, who had promised to sell it for
her if possible. She had decided to take
the five o'clock train. but she had missed
IL, and now even her brave heartquailed
q little at the thought of riding home al
night alone on the cars.
Faint for lack of food, she entered the
cafe, never dreaming she was guilty of
extravaganza unparalleled, as it was one
of the most fashionable, expensive res.
taurants in the city.
Poor Nannette! her head was aching,
her nerves tingling; her eyes were hot
with unshed tears OF modification and
disappointment. What 6 relief it would
have been if she could have INDUCED in
q good, hearty cry! Bvt even that little
boon was deniod her in this great, bus
Ting, hurrying, noisy, selfish city. (The
adjectives are Mans own.)
Her repast finished, Nan put hel
hanu into her pocket, fo1 her shabby
little purse. The next moment she ut
tered an exclamation of terror and dis
may.
The purse and money we're both gone!
stretched hand, q faint smile of incre-
dulity on his smooth countenance. Peo-
pie who couldn't find their purses were
by no means rare.
aButI have lost It'll" faltered poor Nan,
pale and trembling with genuine terror
and distress; "or else some n has
stolen it from me-my purse, with five
dollars in it,"
Curtis Van Tassels had heard every