The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-10-05

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"Ye-sometimes," was his rather en-.
lgmatic answer, and then he changed
The subject, by saying that if the Wave,
Mrs. Preston's "cat" boat, was not en-.
gagged, he thought he would have a sail
as the morning was 80 fine. Now Polly,
who had once seen Mr.. Dorman's per.
formances in the boating line, was by no
means sure that he was quite wise in
venturing off by himself, and rather tim
idly suggested something to this effect.
But when did a mar ever like to be told
that he is not perfectly au fait in such
matters, even by the lips ola pretty girl.
Mr.. Dorman only laughted, and politely
ignoring Polly's proposition to have Joe
Miner, who was hoping in the vegetable
garden, accompany him, set forth with
his lace turned wharfward.
Easiest thingin the world, to handle a
ooa1, II n only has q little Rumption.
s%oliloquized Mr.. DormaI, as an hour
iat r, he leaned comfortably lack in
the stern sheet of the staunch
little cat boat that headed sea-
ward, the boom jibed we'll out, was run
ming directly l,efore the strong souther-
ly breeze. And then, having lit his
pipe. h young man cav himself up to
q III curious day dream in which the
wit.hrng face of Polly Preston, was the
prominent feature, for young Mr.. Dor
man was in love-and Tor the the first
:imel
An hour passed. Then, Mr.. Dor.
mans reverie was abruptly not to say
rudely-broken. The boom jibed over
with such startling and fendish sudden.
ness, that 1T banged Mr.. Dorman's head
and sent his hat with his pipe, spinning
to leeward!
owl" was his involuntary but na,ur-
al exclamation, and it speaks well for
the young mans molal character that he
checked q more impetuous ejaculation.
And, ss with great difficulty, he got the
boat round, he saw that there was a
bank of thunder clouds rising behind
the Covert hills, presaging OF those
sudden wind and rain squalls peculiar to
our coast.
OF his wrathful and eminently unsnc-
cesslul efforts to recover his hat, l need
say nothing. 1t is sufficient to add, that
giving it up, after nearly a half hours
striving III vain, Mr.. Dorm,n flattened
down the sheet which Ne Immediately
made fast to the cleat, in the secnrest OF
knots. And as the Wave, well over on
her side, went spinning along toward
the harbor mouth, the yonng man be.
gan to realize that in practice as in meta
| PtlVis rs q SfS uillSIellCC DclW ecu
sailing with the wind, and sailing against
it. Now, as the storm clouds blotted out
the sun, and a livid lightning dash WAS
followed by a rafting thunder peal, Mr..
Dorman should have emulated the ex-
ample Of the fitting coasters and fisLer-
men everywhere i'll sight, and shortened
sail at once.
I But he was anxious to reach the har-
Dor mouth before it began to rain.
''For of course there won't be any
wind to speak Of" he added half aloud,
when all at once-with q rush and a
roar that filled the air with dust, and
flying leaves rom the bending trees on
the shore, the squall struck! And the
sheet being f .st, the unvarying result
followed. In another moment. the Wave
was upside down. and adrenched young
man cllnging convuIsively to the keel,
wind and tide could carry him!
At the sound of the first thunder peal,
Polly. who with much apprehension.
had been watching the coming squat,
ran up stairs to Mr.. Dorman's room.
which commanded a grand outlook over
the sea, with her fathers old. Fashioned
spy glass i'll her hand. On her way to
the open W ndow, she stopped to pick
up some scattered papers which the
wind had dislodged from the table.
Upon my word" exclaimed Polly
aloui in an Undesirable tone. For before
her upon a sheet of drawing, paper was
Polly's own exquisite face with its broad,
white forehead, about which. clustered
thick tendril-like rings of dark hair, and
eyes OF uniathomable depth, and under.
meath, was written:
-"Po!lv carissima."
Il wonder what 'carissima' means"
she said very softly, with a tender light
filling her eyes. as she laid the drawing
on tile table, and turned TO the wind Nv.
Adjusting the glass with fingers that
tremble / visibly, Polly looked seward,
Just as a great gust of wind tearing across
the harbor. its roar almost drowning
the terrible lass of the thunder peal!
One minute she gazed AM then as a
little cry escaped her white lips. the
glass fell to the floor, and Polly flew
swiftly down stairs.
~"Joe!-Joe!., she cried, but alas, Joe
had sought shelter from the storm while
her mother was away somewhere, max
ing a neighhorIy call.
Only u brief moment Of hesitation,
aid then Polly sped out through the
driving rain toward the wharf Of a ca
ble's length distant. where lay her own
pet row boat. And five minutes later,
the boat itself was flying toward the har-
Dor mouth through the driving spray
and storm, i.npelled by the light oar in
the hands of a young girl whose supple,
white wrists seemed for the time to hold
an athlete power.
"I could not have hung on many nin-
utes longer" quietly said Mr.. Do,man.
90 nv k,,,r , q, ,ro,3 lo ,,lIoI tl1 lo,x
back toward Covert with F. lily drencuAd
to the skin, very much exhausted and
strangely quiet, sitting in the stern, and
the look which accompanied his words
WAS more eloquent than speech.
"No?" returned Polly, dreamily. "Mr.
Dorman," she continued a trife abrupt
ly-'what does 'carissima' mean"."
The young man started visibly, and
then bending his eyes on Pollv's GRIM
sening face, he said:
ut means that to me vol are the dear
est thing in existence" And Polly could
only hide her bushes by placing her
hands before her face, while her heart
uas beating with a strange tumu't Of joy.
"My own Polly carissima." Mr.. Dor
IN a dazed sort of way, while in the sol
itude of his own room, he went through
the prosaic operation of making the ne.
cessary changes of raiment consequent
upon y thorough ducking. For, as they
parted at the bottom Of the stairs, Polly
had shyly whispered something in an.
swer to the fervent appeal and the re.
membrance of her words had made him
g his head altogether.
Hence it was, that when the loop Of
his dress coat caught on the head of &
rusty nail at the back of the old caker
ward robe, Mr.. Dorman, in place O,
carefully unlocking the same, twitclled
a. it impatiently, thereby bringing
down a loose board with a startling clat-