The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-12-21
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
A Girl who Played Both Parts.

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Yeu see it was done in this
The young lady and her aged mother
came into the coach, the daughter TAX
ing a seat alone next in front of her
parents. l Thought the young lady was
:he most beautiful I had ever seen. Her
complexion was that Of the dellcately
thin sea.shell held up to q ruddy sunset
pearly white with tints Of pink laid in
by natures master hand. Her eyes,
large, brown, beautiful, were fringed
with long, dark lashes that shaded liquid
depths into which it seemed almost a
sin for the vulgar to gaze. This is the
gush Of it-and I always think that a
man who is ashamed to
gush should neve undertake to
say anything about q beautiful woman.
Well, this young lady occupied the
seat alone, and although many a young
man came down the aisle hoping he
| could not find a seat elsewhere, every
body was well slowed away when the
train moved. The conductor came for
the tics cts aud the young lady looked
back and said Papa" as sweetly as-oh
| pshaw! what's the use in cudgeling ones
bra ms tor a comparison when there is
none?
The gray-haired father showed his
| railway tickets and said he wished a
a section in the Omaha sleeping-car.
"You must apply to the sleeping-car
conductor; l have nothing to do with
that" said this ticket-taker.
A brakeman volunteered to make the
errand for the oil gentleman, and soon
returned to say there was not u berth
TO be had; the sleeping-car was full.
"And must sc sit here all night"
asked the beautiful young lady.
II see III other way" said the brake
man, politely. There, now, you may
know how beautiful she must have been
when Il brakeman VAS polite to her.)
At first she seemad saddened by the
information and her eyes took on an
expression not unlike that of a wounded
door pleading in the %eloqueuce 81
dumbness for mercy at the hands of the
cruel hunter. / wished | owned q
golden sleeping-car that l might place
wholly ut her disposal. Then her thin
crimson lip began to curl up under her
perfectly shaped nose and the fire of an
ger was kindled in her beautiful eyes. l
tried to make myself believe this made
her look eve more beautiful than be-
fore, and l might hive succeeded had
she not turned to her fataerand snapped
out: "yhat's just like you. III were q
man I'd learn something about travel
ing before l started out" The silver
haired mother leaned forward and
soothingly SAID: s'rhere, dear, never
mind; we'll get along all right" 'Yes,
all right. indeed. This is a nice place to
pass a night" And, turning to her ole
father again, she added: ~ declare, !
think you are the stupidest thing 1 eve,
saw"
The old gentleman wa wise enough tc
make no reply. 1t would have been
well had the mother been as discreet,
since words only furnish fuel on which
anger may feed.
There, there, my dear. it can't be
helped now, you know" said the old
lady in a gentle, motherly tone.
NO; it can't. 1t might have been
helped, though, if father had known
anything"
The old gentleman looked the chagrin
he felt, and the patient mother leaned
over and whispered something to the
daughter
81 don't care if he is; he is old enough
then, to know something" was tae
young woman's reply, and she turned
her fierce eyes upon her old father,
was very sorry.
"Ol,, yes this is a good time to be sor.
ry. I'd like too see you catch ma going
away from home with you again"
The mother leaned forward and said,
Dear, you can lie down on the seal,
n ge: a little sleep at any rate"
u don't want to lie down on the seat,
Ia rather sit bolt upright all night. !
never see such plaguey stupidity in my
If the young woman's face told the
truth she would have enioved swearing
at her father or eve slapping his poor
wrlnked face. She had attracted the ut
tentlon OF the passengers in the car, and
some giggled at her while others, more
sensible of the deep charIrin and sor-
row OF the parents, glared at the young
woman as If they wonld like to box her
ears. But she did not see any Of these.
Alter a short season Of pouting, in which
and shot revengeful glances toward her
father, she be an to arrange the hand
satLhel for a pillow. The mother opened
thes hawl-strap that lay OF her lap, and
tenderly spread a thick, soft shawl
over the satctel, smo thing out the
folds with that patient tenderness
known only to a loving mother. Spite
fully. the young woman r%earranged it,
jerking 1t about, not With any hope OF
making it u more comfortable pillow,
but simply to show her d%isapproval OF
he- mothers methods. AS the daughter
prepared to lay her head down, the old
mother saw a wrinkle in the shawl and
leaned forward to smooth it out.
DO, for mercy sake, let it alone" said
the daughter, imDatlently and impertin.
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