The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-11-28

he Instantly remembered, came forward
and in broken English sought to dis
cover Monsieur's Wishes. Algy. not
one bit disconnected, declared that his
mission could only be fulfilled by Nine.
Stephanie herself, upon which the fore
woman parted some heavy curtains at
the further end of the shop, and disclos-
ed a tiny apartment, in which madame
was seated at her writing table. She
laid down her pen and rose in
s%tantly, but, at the first glance Of
the approaching figure, she started and
would have shrunk back into the shade,
but that Algy had caught glimpse Of
that pale, agitated face, and with q
bound forward seized her hand.
aMrs. Molynenx !-you!"
eyes, T." she answered, striving to
smile. "Only please call me Nine.
Stephanie, and remember that you are
my customer"
II cannot understand this mystery"
broke in Algy, eagerly. "To think it
should have been you all this time who
have go interested me, and that I never
guessed the truth!n
ALIAS for ~man'spower of penetration!
But please go now; that good woman
yonder is astonished, as well she may
be. l will be merciful and let you off
o purchase this time, for I suspect curl
osity and not any of my wares tempted
you hither. But should You dare re-
peat the offence, my moss expensive
article shall be forced upon you
II must see you, I mustspeak to you.
Do you think I shall be satisfied with
i khS, IolF <1fyo,>,1 nrl..-o -,...l
! I must hear"
Nine. Stephanie reflected o moment.
Whit must be, must" she replied,
half smiling. well, I will meet you
at Stanhope Gate at & o'clock. when my
business hours are over. Does that
satisfy you?"
Perfectly. But you will be sure and
Gomez"
ri will. But please go now" And,
so without further demur, he WENT
overwhelmed with astonishment, love
and increduIity.
Three years before, Mrs. Molyneux
had been the acknowledged belle OF the
season; even royalty had, to q remark
able extent, worshipped ut her shrine,
and poor Algy's heart was not the only
one laid ather feet. But Mrs. Molyneux
was Ms cold as she was beautiful; she
accepted homage, but it awoke no an
swering passion in her breast, and she
speedily gainedforh herself the soubriquet
OF "The Ice Queen" Her husband was
small, dark and ugly, with violent tenn
per and but two passions, gambling and
drink. Surely, society said, it was not
for his sake chat she remained so imper-
vious to alteration! It is hard nowadays
for society to accredit n one with
pride and purity. The Ice Queen had
her reign; then came the final crash.
The pretty house in Park Lane was
sold. and crowds went to see what the
famous beauty had collected about her,
and bought her furniture at fabulous
prices, and charity annexed their own
story to each table and chair. The
Molyneu1 disappeared. Society saw
them no more Report said he was in
q madhouse, and his wife living abroad;
but nothing was known MS q certainty.
Other beauties sprung up less proud
and cold to take the absent ones place,
and the Molyneux were speedily for
gotten. Algy alone remembered al
ways. He had loved the more be-
cause his passion had been gently
but firmly repulsei. He acknowl.
edged and worslipped the purity,
even while he wore fiercely against the
GOODNESS that forbade his love. It WAS
with q beating heart that he awaited his
queen, and went to meet her at the first
glimpse of the stately figure moving
toward him across the grass.
Have you got over the shock of find
ing your old acquaintance has turned
saleswoman ?" she asked half playfully,
as they turned and walked slowly side
by side. "Well, I always hattered N.Y.
self I had excellent taste, and I am
turning it now to good account, am I
not? Besides, labor is honest, and to
feel honest is q delightful sensation"
"Do not jest" exclaimed Algy, impa-
tiently. "Tell me all that has passed
since we last met. Why are you here,
and alone? Are you free"
She put up ner hand and stopped
him.
"My husband is alive, but I would
rather not speak Of him. It is
enough chat we are parted. l
could not go into all the details
that led me to take the step
/ have in thus hiding from him.
Life with him became impossible.
Every womanly feeling was outraged
while I remained by his side. Exist
cnce was n hideous nightmare; I could
not be his dupe, his decoy duck-my
whole soul r~evolted from such a career;
l left him to his own devices and be-
came what you see me-Mnle. Ste
phanie.'
Why did you ever marry him?" ex-
claimed Algy bitterly.
"Ah! that is o long story. I and my
mother were alone in the world. She
was old: we were poor. Mr.. Molyneux
was rich, he would give my mother a
home; moreover, he was then madly in
love with me. / was young and mex
perienced; I acted for the best, and,
!, God knows, honestly carried out my
part of the bargain. My marriage,
!, unfortunately, benefited my mother
/, but little, for she died soon after. Then
! Lady-took me up. Society dis
covered I was a beauty, and my hus.
bands ambition was satisfied. All
, few guessed how, beneath the rich
, dresses and jewels, the heart was
weary and sad. Situated as was,
neither man nor woman could
/ help me. Love 1 was not free
to give. Friendship, l soon learned,
was but q name. / was the fashion.
| My master was satisfied. He encour.
aged me in every extravaganza, then
upbraided me when l learned the truth
3 that his wealth was but a fable and my
5 admirers were expected to pay my bills.
s There was one terrible scene between
ne then calna The sala cnmnalled