The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-08-31
A LOVERS QUARREL
BY HsLEs FORREST GRAVES.

'A
Bourne, peeping earnestly between the
boughs of the monster lilac bush,
whose purple plumes waved to and fro
in the evening breeze. "Oh, why don't
he come? l cant possibly be mistaken.
He said on Tuesday evening at Z, and
it's twenty minutes past by grandpapa's
big clock; and, oh, dear!" with a sigh
that stirred the bunch of pansies pinned
on her left shoulder, "there isn't a soul
in sight"
By all signs and symptoms, Lilian's
little pink ear should have burned that
evening, for they were all talking about
her ut Miss Lorinda Larkin's t~ea-party
in Dover street.
"Oh she's a born coquet!" said Miss
Lorinda. Two Jumps Of sugar did you
say, or one, Betsey Young? She can't
help it, It's in her nature. Don't you
remember Mrs. Pepperield, what a firt
her mother was before her2 But she'll
never play fast and loose with Gilbert
Dawson agaip-that I'll go baii!'
ooh, do tell usaboutit, Miss LarkinsH'
said the widow Peabody, with her
uloulu lull Oh ClllCkeu Saldu.
We'll. if YOU won't repeat it"
"Repeat! We Never as long as we
live" was the reply that went around
the tea table in one accent. .U5
"Of course" added Miss Lorinda, 't,t's
all quite private and confidential, be-
tween ourselves. But it was at the
Medbury's party. What business the
Medbury's have to give parties with
bought ice. cream and two violins and a
harp | don't know. Every one is per-
fectly aware that there's @ mortgage on
the place. and that her dressmakers bill
amt paid. Put that amt neither here
nor there. was there in my dyed
green gown, trimmed with Aunt Liddy's
old English lace, and l was a.lookin' at
the big %orange-tree in the conservatory
that's another of Mrs. Medbury's sinful
extravagauces-when l see Lily
Bourne, in her white frock, on the
other side of the bank of flowers a-gig-
Gin and a-whisperin' with Squire Rufus
D%arling!'
"Myp' calculated the other ladies,
with open mouths.
And up came Mrs. Medbury all in q
smile-she smiles twice as often as be-
fore, since she got them new false teeth
and whispers in her ear. And says
Lily, out loud, says she, "Oh, l can't;
I'm engaged to Mr.. Darling!"
"No," cried Mrs. Pepperield.
81 heard it with those very ears" SOL
EMMY answered Miss Lorinda.
"Engagedl' shrieked Mrs. Young,
whose own dimpled niece was ever
then laying siege to Mr.. Darlings ada
mainline heart.
~"Engaged!" repeated Miss Lorinda
Larkins. lUr n.
"And she keeping company with Gil
Peabody, breathlessly.
"But she won't lever tri1e with him
no more," added Miss Lorinda, with i'll
disguised satisfaction. "For l met Gil
bort yesterday afternoon, and l asked
him about his mother s rheumatism,
and what the New York doctor said
about it; and he never took no notice of
my questions. You know that absent
way young men have when they're in
love. Excuse me, Miss Larkins !" saya
he, 1'but Pm q little in a hurry" a-look-
in right over the top of my head, as it 1
wasn't there at all. IF you're going to
miss miss t1 Boa1ne 1n,rs says Saws !, st IL sW Sin't no no
you mean?" And he looked at me sharp
She's engaged to Squire Oar
ling, saysI. And says he, ut can't w
possible" Says L "I heerd it from her
own lips; and ali rekassett's talkin about
It" says /, THE idea of q young creeter
like that sellin' herself for money and a
fine house. For everybody knows"
says ]. that that's all that Rufe Oar
hng's got to reco mmend him; and he's
old enough to be her father into the bar
gain" says /. And he just turned his
horse and kerridge around, without ever
having the %politeness to say" gDod-bye,"
and druv' OF: like Jehu in the opposite
direction"
young men amt accountable when
they're in love-" sighed Miss Polonia
Johnson. who was suspected of being
the poetess who wrote the love sonnets
in the Pekasset Weekly Oracle.
~ amt ONT that NEEDLES with other
folks affairs" said Miss Lorinda, %gyioions-
" biting off a piece of sola-biscuit and
butter; shut I shall never encourage
flirting with any man, while you're en-
gagged to another. It's clean ag'in my
principles!"
And before the next days sun had set
everybody in Pekasset knew all about
Miss Bourne's engagement to Squire
Rufus Darling.
Don't mind it, Gilbert" said old
Mrs. Dawson. $40 not let a girls sill
ly caprice break your heart"
She lay on the sofa in the pretty little
excepting room" where the floor was
carpeted with blue, because blue was
Lillian Bourne's favorlte color, and the
walls were papered with lunches of
wliite-and-gold lilies, because the lily.
was her name-llower.
Fringes of pale miYnonette hung on
the window-boxes, and a canary chirped
gleefully in the sunshine; for Gilbert
had made. his home beautiful because
he wanted Lillian to like it.
Mother" said the young man, with
a tremble in his voice, 81 loved her!'
But vou never We're actually : be-
tro,hed,' suoke the Old lady, pitifullv.
Not III words. mother: but we I'M
derstcod earh oshai, aad-No matter It's
oyer and past now, said Gilbert sadly.
Mrs. Dawson pressed his hand with
true maternal sympathy. lja
My poor bov," she whisper ed, 9 Try
and forget her"
II can't do that, mother. But" with
a sudden resolve, I'm so away from
here. IN accept my Uncle Ravenburn's
invitation to 60 with him to those old
Mexican cities, where he is to sketch
land paint. Pm not much Of al artist
myself, but ! can manage TO while the
time away somehow. AT all events, l
can't stay here and see Lillian married
to that pompous fellow, Darling!"
He had not been gone ten minutes to
the village, after that momentous con-
| yersatiOn. whan thare came the FINEST