The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-11-14

perate Irritation with the pretty girl who
was, as he supposed, Lady Waverley's
cousin.
He was SO good to look ut that she
could not help raising her eyes to his
face with q bewitching smile. He was
Mabel's particular friend, SO, Of course.
it was only kind of her to be civil.
She wanted to get him on her visiting
list, for Mabels sake, so it would not
do to begin with q snub. All these rea-
sons combined to make Lady Wayerly
as charming as possible.
An arrant but harmless coquette, she
was accustomed to fiattery as the natu-
raj sauce to conversation, but Captain
Vivian. with the fair, frank face that
seemed to mean no harm, went further
than any other mar on SO brief an ac-
quaintance, except Sir Guy, and he had
meant to carry off the prize from the
beginning. A thrill of pleasurabls ex-
element darted through her heart as
she listenedto his musical voice gradu-
ally sinking till little above q whisper;
as she looked into the earnest eyes
which seemed to express in their earn
est glance all hat the audacious tongue
left unsaid; as she felt that she was
flirting, really flirting, but only for Ma
bells sake!
You have never been to Chesterfield
Gardens to see your old friends 2" and
she threw a laughing glance toward
that ill-used maiden, who knew very
we'll what was passing behind her back.
AN old friendship after the interval
ofyears is apt to grow musty. Iprefer
going in for the new"
Every rude to my cousin" with a
shrug of her white shoulders.
us not the fault yours if you make
any other answer impossible? ?"
mabel is the dearest woman under
the sum-" she replied, with sudden ir-
relevancy.
Il agree with YOU" was the quiet
answer; a capricicus woman is dear at
any price"
lyon do her gross injustice. If you
dont believe me, ask Sir Guy"
A look of amusement shown from
his eyes. Hardly, you are told not to
trust your dearest friend about a horse.n
How does that apply?" raising her
eyebrows.
Perfectly. A man is bound to tell any
amount of lies about his wife, They
are moving toward the supper room
before any one else claims you, let me, .
standing up and offering his arm in the
most empresse manner, because Mabel's
eyes CHANGED to be turned in his direc.
ton.
Right under Sir Guys nose he led
his wife out Of the room, bending over
her and asking for a flower from her
bouquet before they were quite out of
sight. His last chance of being asked
to Chesterfield Gardens was ruined be-
fore he reached the bottom of the stair
case, even while he was priding him
self on his diplomacy and attempting
to throw his handful of foolish dust in
to the baronet's eyes.
Il thought of asking Captain Vivian
to dine with us on Friday" said Lady
Waverley, sweetly, toward the end Of
the evening. II want to be OWL to
him for Mabels sake"
mabel! be hanged!" growled Sir
Guy, in a pet. IF he puts his foot in
to my doorway, by CAD! I'll stop at
nome TO KICK hln out"
After this the subject was dropped.
The two lovers were as hopelessly
separated by an unfortunate mistake as
the palm-tree and the pine of Heine's
verse. Finding that his presence was
not desired in Chesterfield Gardens,
Vivian made up his mind to leave Lon
don. Although he had been foolish
enough to angle for an invitation in his
calmer moments he was forced to &C.
knowledge that it vas better refused
than given. The mere sight Of Mabel's
loneliness was enough to incite him to
any madness. and one word of kind
ness might have tempted him to try if
the fire in his own breath could not
have melted the icy barrier between
them. And then the end must have
been sorrow, and might have been dis
honor.
Before starting for Paris it was nec-
essary for him to pay a visit to the
family solicitor, MI. Prendergast, in
Lincoln's Inn. Val Forester, who
happened to be with him at the club,
when he announced luis intention, with
oASat ydNA, ohio. 1dht Vic DIOuRu-
ham. 1 only came out in it to-day
because of that horrid fog, and it will
be a charity to give the horse some ex-
erclse, instead of keeping it at the door"
Seeing the wisdom of this suggestion,
Frank accepted, and, feeling rather
like an eminent physician on his way to
a patient, was driven at a cautio us
pace to Lincoln's Inn. By a curious
coincidence, Sir Guy Waverley happen
ed to have paid a visit this very after
noon to his own lawyer, who lived in
the same house, though on a different
hoor, as Mr.. Prendergast. His wife had
agreed to come and call for him, bu
when she saw a nasty pea-soup fog OBJ
securing the view of her neighbours win
dow her courage failed her, and she viii
lingly consentedt to let Mabel go instead.
The fog was denser than ever as she
sat patiently in the carriage at the door
of No. 80 but she wa in no hurry. Ev-
cry object in life seemed to be taken
from her, and there was no use in hur-
rying when there was nothing to be
lost by delay. A letter from Charlie
Wentworth was in her pocket. The
poor fellow pleaded his suit i'll an honest,
manly manner; but his words brought
no hutter to her heart, no tears to her
eyes. Lost in thought, she did not
look up, as somebody came rapidly
down the steps, jumped into the broug-
ham, and shut the door after him. As
he dropped on to the seat he almost
bounded ont Of it in dismay.
"Ten thousands pardons! Mabel!
0 God! It's not my fault! What are
you crying for?" He caught hold of
her hands and held them tight. "You
don't care-you can't care"-his chest
heaved. his eyes fastened upon her, as
if he would devour her. "You hate me;
you hate me, you know you do, or you