The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-10-31

6ufe c0fLS at bno door aSl came Dack
from the village this afternoon"
aOh, tho villagel9 cried Belle, toss
ing her blonde head. TITS strange,
Saidee, how much time You get to run
about and enjoy yourself, while / am
drudging at home. But there's a young
gentleman there--the handsomest man,
Alice Aiken says that she ever saw
and Mr.. Pyle knows him, and he is to
be at the picnic tomorrow to get ac-
quainted with young people of the
neighborhood. Won't it be delightful"
Every" said, Saidee, indiferently.
But while Belle wa talking she had
made up her mind what to do the day
Of the May picnic.
Early in the morning, while the flush
Of sunrise was still crimsoning the sky,
and blonde Belle lay asleep with her
yellow hair in crimping pins, Saidee
arose, dressed herselfquiet1y and slipped
out Of the back door like o little gray
shadow.
At 8 o'clock Aunt Leah raped with
her cane on the ceiling OF her room,
which was directly beneath the one oc-
cuPied by her nieces. Belle made her
appearance presently in q faded calico
wrapper, rubbing her eyes after a drow-
sly fashion.
where's breakfastg said Aunt Lee
ali.
Where's saidee9" counter ques-
toned Belle. "Oh, I know, the selfish
thing! She has got up early, and gone
down into the woods to get some pink
azelias for her hair before the other
girls think of it. She wants to aston
ish us all OF the picnic. But I think she
might have told me-"
I'm afraid Saidee thinks more of
herself than she does of us" said Aunt
Leah, sourly.
And Belle, in n very i1l-humor, began
to prepare the breakfast task gener-
ally assumed by her elder sister.
While Saidee, hr.rymg down the
path by the swamp, took the shortcut
across the clover meadow, and was pres
entity knocking at the door of the brick
house where the load of furniture had
stood tho day before.
The old lady with the crooked cap
and the cherry cheeks came to the door.
Have you yet engaged anyone to
help you get settled?" ssked Saidee.
blushing very prettily.
"We can't hear of a soul,n said the
old lady. Everyone is engaged just
now, and"
II you Thought Icould be OF use,"
family began Saidee.
"Bless me, ch!d!" said the old lady;
"syou are too slight and small. Be-
Sides" looking closer, "you are . lady"
but I know how to clean houses, for
all that" said Saidee v~aliantly. GIVE
done it every year at home. We are
la.ies, but We r not people Of means.
And | think you will be suited with my
work. It is necessary that [ should
earn a little money, and
aCome in, ray tear!" said the old
lady-"csme in, and have a.cup of cot
fee with us. I am Mrs. Hartwick-
and this is my daughter Kate"
"Sadie Liam" exclaimed the soft
voice Of a pretty ysung girl, lying with
o sprained ankle on the sofa.
To her ,amazernent, our heroine re-
cognized one Ct her old schoolmates,
Katherine Hartwick, who had gradu-
ated in the same class with her at board
ing-sc..ool two years ago.
But yon surely never come here to
work 2" said Kate in amazesaent.
Eyes, l have" said brave Saidee.
why is it any less creditab1e to clean
paint and wash windows than to play
croquet or do Kensington stitches?
And my Aunt Leah has LOST all her lit
tie property and we are very, very poor!
So now you know all aboat it. And
when / have eaten my breakfast, if Mrs.
Hartwick will give me a Cleaning cloth
and plenty Of soft soap I'll show her
what / can CO."
So that Miss Lynn was mounted on
q step-ladder, polishing off an antique
mirror, when Hates soft voice was
heard saying:
"Oh, Harry, is that you? We sup
posed, of course, you were at the pic
mic. Miss Lynn, this is my brother
Larry. Harry, let me present you to
Saidee Lynn, my dear old school.aate,
who has come here to help us clean
house."
Miss Lynn made as graceful a bow
as she could under the circumstances.
faar. Harry Hartwick inclined his head.
AT tee picnic, indeedp he retarted,
merrily. Not at all. I've been hunt
ing high and low for some one to help
you, and for lack of any success I have
returned to do a little white-waslling
myself"
cob, have you2' said Saidee. "Iknow
such a nice recipe for kalsonine-as
white as alabaster, and it won't rub off
at ALL
Lets make it ups said Mr.. Hart
wick, promptly.
No picnic could ever have Been more
delightful than this day among dust,
i white-wash. securing sand and brsoms-
Kate, on hcr sofa, hemmed curtains;
Mr.. Hartwick hustled to and fro; Sal
dee, with her curly hair tied up in a
handkerchief, secured paint, and Harry
whitened ceilings; and at twilight had
three rooms in ~.erfect order.
"We have achieved wonders said
Kate, locking around at the neatly
tackled carpets-the soft, garnet plush
hangings-the pictures on the walls
the crystal brightness Of the windows
while Mrs. Hartwick took Saidee mys-
~tericusly on one side.
"My dear" snid she, ST do not know
how to thank you sufficiently. But I
am ashamed to offer you a dollar and a
half, although .
"But / ssall not be ashamed to take
it," said Saidee, smiling. "Why should
I? That is, if you really think I have
earned it,"
my dear, you have more than
earned ~" said the old lady, Gard if
you could possibly come Tomorrow"
"Of course I will come" said Saidee.
Weary as she was, Saidee went
around by the village to bay some
Young Hyson tea for the old lady be-
fore she returned to the Gothic cottage.