The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-08-01

made 10 inst feasible, II somewhat dan
gerous 10 resch Il.
Robert. don't 20 too nearl' cried
Mrs. Goodwin.
Gertrude turned with her face lit
tie flushed to Losford. Can you get it
for me, Mr. Losford@ she said gently,
and with something Of appeal In her
voice.
mot without rope,s he answered.
camly; 1--WE will bring one up to-mor-
row.
Tomorrow cried Gertrude, with
sudden heat. II want il now. Bob
would get il for me in q moment, il I
asked him, Mr.. Losford."
"Bob's head is perhaps steadier than
mine,n answered the other, keeping at
: safe distance from the edge. He mas
IN 10 way discomposed until he met the
girls look, full Of contempt and anger.
Stnng by the look he took hasty step
towards the edge Of the cliff and bent
down to make the attempt. For q
moment he remained in that position as
il e~ntranced, scanning the depths be-
low, . sheer three hundred feet, and
then . green ledge, and then, far be-
meath, pale-blue Crummock water.
With q quick shudder he passed his
hand across his eyes and recoiied, white
to the lips.
Il can't get it for you,n he said
hoarsely, falling back, while the others
IynnGoN al quo c,.o4l> ~ 81 ~k-A.1-.--L
aAnd quite right, too, Mr.. Losford;
don't try any such foolhardiness, I beg,''
cried Mrs. Goodwin loudly. Loudly,
but not so that he failed to hear the one
word aCowardi" or to distinguish the
tone Of contempt in which it fell from.
her daughters lips, as she turned away.
The next instant he was his old calm
self again, but he knew that he had his
dismissal.
As for the bit of blue gentian, Bob.
brought it up in q twinkling, and chat
tered on in sucha way Us to earn every
ones gratitude. Yet it was q dull party
that wendell it's way down the hill, and
clear it was to more than one that q
budding romance had come to an end
W the little blue flower which nestled
so harmlessly in Gertrude's fair hair.
Yet mothers are sanguine and Mrs. God
wins face grew scarlet with anger when
the spray appeared again at dinner con-
spicuously fastened in the bosom Of her
daughters dress.
If it was only an awkward hour at
dinner that Mrs. Goodwin feared. Fate
was to q " her hospitality from, to do
her Justice, an unwonted slur.
where is Roberto" she asked pet
tishly, after helping the soup. "Do
you know, Violet?n
Miss Marsdon did not. Bob was not
won't to be punctual, and she was about
tosay 50 when the butler, who had been
called from the room, entered hastily
and whispered something in his mas
ter's j. MIR. Goodwin rose quickly.
my dear. this is bad news. There
has been q fall at the lead works"
How unfortunate! I am thankful
the men were not ut work. Or, even
worse, we might have been viewing
them, az Robert has been plaguing us
to do, and then all crushed together,
like any common laborersl Shocking!
But where can Robert be?"
q am afraid, ma'am," put in the but
Ter in q low voice which every one heard
well, with preternatural distinctness,
that Master Robert-leastwise he went
that way when he came backs in
there. John has gone to the village
for help
There was dead silence round that
fair show of linen and glass and gleam-
ing silver, as if the hand which warned
Belshazzar had appeared upon the wall.
Then Gertrude glided to her friends
side and put her arm around her. The
gentlemen hurried from the room. But
almost as soon as they reached the
scene the women appeared there also;
the poor boys sister could not be re-
strained, and Mrs. Goodwin, whose
woman's heart was sound within her.
signed to Gertrude to let her 20. Any
thing was better than inaction.
MI. Godwin's wad-hole and works
were hardly q quarter of a mile from
the house, though hidden from it by a
steep shoulder of the hill. He guessed
at once that the boy, anxious to exhib-
it to the ladies the wonders Of the wad-
hole, had taken the private key, which
generally lay upon the study mantel.
piece, and had gone, it might be, to
make some preparations. whereby his
darling effects would be enhanced. A
servant seeking him when dinner was
ready discovered the accident, and af-
ter giving the alarm in the servants
hall had gone on to the village.
''Is there any hope?n said Gertrude,
in . low voice, with Violet Marston's
hand tight clasped in hers. "Are they
digging ?"
The aaring light of the pine-knot fire,
just kindled in the little enclosure at
the mouth Of the hole fell upon a score
or two Of strengthening figures, chief
" women. Some were moving TO and
fro before the blaze, but most Of them.
stood still and impassive. The shining
clothes Of the men proclaimed their
trade, asthey brushed, all distinctions
forgotten, against the gay dresses of the
homeopathy. no" replied her father,
with q groan. 1.-THE props at this end
are gone, and the men say the whole
hill is coming down. We must wait for
help from Keswick."
Gertrude was turning to the group
Indignantly but one was before her.
1Now, men can handle pick though
/ am Londoner.. Ten pounds to every
man who joins me! Don't let them say
that the Cumberland men left their
masters guest to perish because they
were towards"
The cold impassive face was aglow
with energy and excitement. Vas it
Gcrtrude's fancy, or was IL that that