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

By Thanksgiving time. however, its
probabilities and possibilities had been
exhausted, and its memory become q
thing of the past. That venerated holt
day brought agoodly company of "rela-
tions" to the old homestead and Cousin
Mary Rudolph, q young and lively ma
iron, did not leave Hill Farm without
exacting a promise from the girls to
visit her in her Boston home during the
coming winter.
On a February day, during the ex-
hibition of the Boston Art Club. its
pleasant gallery was filled with VISITORS
Mrs. Rudolph and her two young guests
had just entered, when their attention
was arrested by a picture which hung
ION the line" near the door.
"Please find this in the catalogue
cousin Mary" said Helen in her calm
est tones.
"'The Amateur Harvesters, my dear.
n. Challoner! I didn't know he had
anything here. He used to be quite a
friend of ours, but I have hardly seen
him this season. A very nice young
man." she continued, "and one of our
rising artists. If you will believe me-"
suddenly, there he isl I must present
him to you, girls"
And away hustled Mrs. Rudolph,
while Helen and Christina gazed upon
the Amateur Harvesters" with feelings
"better imagined than described"
1t was an autumn scene. The orner
of a garden with meadow and woodland
stretching away from it to meet a low
blue mountain range. In the fore
ground, two girls, in faded gowns and
gypsy hats, one with her face hidden
by an armful of corn; O barefoot boy.
two frisking dogs; in a word the scene
which had been interrupted that sunny
afternoon, by the discovery of an OBJ
server.
Mrs. Rudolph returned, followed bya
young man of distinguished and Boston
ian appearance. whom she presented as
"Mr. Challoner."
Mr.. Challoner bowed and took Miss
Emerson's hand with much empress
concealed his surprise. Could it be
possible? This elegant young lady, in
velvet gown and Gainsborough hat with
floating plumes, the rustic maiden who
had unconsciously posed for his pencil
in faded calico and with tumbled
tresses!
1t surely was. He had never forgot.
ten that face, those eyes, that hair,
that quiet grace, and many were the
conflicting emotions which filleA the
mind ofMr. Herbert Challoner on see-
ing the original and his portraits thus
confronted.
When, in the solitude of Mrs. Ru-
dolph's cosy boudoir the story wa re-
vealed, that impossible lady was IN
r%aptures.
How delightful" she exclaimed,
chow romantic! l nm so glad I asked
him to call soon."
Call loon he a~ssuredly did, and call
often. All mysteries were solved.
All, say I? All past ones, perhaps; but
what new and more subtle mysteries
began to reveal themselves, L am not
quite competent to say.
But l know that Mr.. Herbert
Challoner spent last summer, as
the summer before, in Maine, only
this time his head quarters were at
Hill Farm. And the last time l saw
my pretty friend. Helen Emerson, she
Wore on n slender finger a little cir
clet of alternate tiny diamonds and sap
phires, and she was hemming something
which strongly resembled a tulIe veil.
It is understood that Mr.. and Mrs.
Challoner are to sail for Europe the
week after the wedding. Mr.. Chal-
Toner wishes to study art abroad, and !
believe Christina is to accompany item,
for the purpose of studying music at a
foreign conservatory. 1 have heard
something about a certain young doc
tor, who is to set out from Boston about
the same time, to finish his medical ed
u%cation in Paris; and I would not be
surprised if l were invited to another
wedding, when he has taken his diplo-
ma, and Miss Christina has finished
her conservatory course.
And it all came Of the Amateur
Harvesters."