The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-11-14
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adOwns old mani" inquired Val Forces
a, u he lit another cigarette, and
lounging back in his comfortable arm
shair looked contemplatively up ct the
ceiling.
A~conscious smile lowered around the
yellow tips OF Captain ViviAn's nous
taches. well, I don't know" he said
1lowly. tMean TO take look round
md see what is going on"
Whatever you do, eschew good
looks. Pleasant enough, I'll allow, il
you could keep them for your own CON
sumption but an intolerable nuisance,
y ron can't blind your friends.
Hump A plain face opposite to
your day after dey would be deuced un-
pleasant"
sYes, but q beauty is thedevil. Poor
Cornwall never got owe it, when his
wife had once become the fashion. She
took all the individuality out of him,
and, as Mrs. Cornwall's husband, he
provided n carpetfor other men to tread
N. Have youg got any one in your eye9"
Vivian blushed like q girl. "I-den't
know just yet. It's five years since /
saw her.
slime for o woman to be married
over and over again; or, worse than that,
she might have had the smallpox OF
lost m eye. What's her name and
where does she hang out?"
The other leaned forward and lowered
his voice. "Mind-strict confidence
Mabel Lorraine"
by joye!p and Val Forester sat bolt
upright, an expression Of dismay owe
his pleasant face.
What are you looking like that for?
You are not hard hit. It's not a case of
I'll have her-or die?n
No, no, nothing of the Sort the
wilderness Of his cheeks belying his
words. II was at her wedding last
month
Frank Vivian stopped to pick up the
ciigar he had cropped. "Her name? ~
His voice was calm, but hoarse.
aLady Waverly. Her husbands Sir
Guy. He ran a horse for the Derby, but
il fell dead lame before it reached the o
q Have q 3. and So" US Vivian rose
in q hurry.
Thanks. Can't stop. Forgotten an
appointment. TIA, Ia" With his hat
drawn over his eyes he hurried down
the steps of the Army and Navy, up st.
James street into Piccad;lly, not caring
in the least where he went, only anxious
10 get away from the continual greet
ings of his friends.
knowing that romance was o thing to
be sneered at, that true love was a butt
for chat and contempt, he had buried
his dream in the depths Of his heart,
md hirted with the Calcutta bellies as
gayly rs the rest Of his brother officers.
Now it was all over-the dream as
we'll as the hope Of realization. He had
thought that Y Q in this prosaic age,
he had found one verse of poetry; but
the page was a blank, and the verse,
II ever written by any other pen than
his own conceit, had been most care
fully erased. Unless to pull a wry face
for other men to laugh 1T; better to
grin and hear it, telling himself that
matriniony was ever a lottery ind the
greatest prizes had q knack OF turning
ont far worse than blanks.
It was the first night Of the pearl of
opera-singers after q lengthy absence,
and Coyent Garden was crammed from
the stalls to the ceiling. The second
act was over, and Vivian stood up in
the third row of stalls to let his
glasses wander round the house on q
voyage of discovery. A friend tapped
him on the shoulder. ssLook at Waver-
Icy. He doesn't look much alniss, al
though he's just passed through that
grave Of the affections, q honey
moon. His wife's . sumner, and not
= bit stand-ofish, SO they say. Could
MT e her on her wedding day,
her veil had such q beastly pattern;
but tonight, by George! she repays
youir A pause. aShe's smiling at one
of us,n excitedly. aYou don't know her,
% it must be me. Let us go up; I'll
Introduce you
A bitter smile lowered around vivi-
ans mouth. but he said nothing. She
chose to smile at him with the prettiest
OF lips in the world, with just the same
blush as when they parted SO miserably
under the trees, but his face was grave
and impassiys. Looking oven his
shoulder before hedisappeared through
the doorway, he saw that an old
mai with gray hair had taken Sir
Guys place in the front of the box.
With Darlington on one side, this
stranger on the other there would beno
oppotnnityfor private conversation; but
he felt it was worth the journey from
India only to stand within sound of her
voice, within reach of the glance Of her
eye-worth q large sum in pounds, shil.
lings, and pence, although to hear her
was toriure, 70 see her, madness. Love
must be very bad for us when it turns
the wisest Of us into fools.
On the way they met the baronet
himself, slipping on his overcoat as he
came toward them.
How do, Dorrington-pretty ftp
Az fit rs yourself. / was Just going
10 pay my respects to Lady Wayerley.
My friend, Captain Vivian (sir Guy
raised his hat, lis dying to be intro
duced."
sorry you can't see her but she's
mid mp with a headache. Come and
have q smoke"
With blank faces they turned round,
thinking q cigarette q poor consolation
for their disappointment.
The fellow can't be jealous OF me al
ready, ruminated Frank, "unless she
told him what she assure to makea point
Of forgetting. Thought she seemed to
want me; but women are queer crea-
tnres-srone to beckon one minute, and
turn the cold shoulder il you venture to
come. wont have anything to do