The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-06-06

plates OF caches aud ice cream, arumb-
lin up good slices of cake and wastln"
EN- until / could have slapped every
n of the six.
II got SO nervous at last, watchin' their
doln's. that l poured tea and coffee into
the same cup, and when our big dog.
Growler, came creepin'in and pu this cold
nose into my hand, dropped a cup and
saucer and broke itinto twenty pieces.
L told Growler to go out, but instid OF
mindin'm me he walked over and lav down
at Mr.. Aliens feet, and in o minute that
Lyddy Hall screams out: See there,
Mr.. Allen! Miss Mix has sent Grower
TO take care of You, aren't you obliged
to her? and l felt my face gittin' as
red as fire, 1 was so mortified.
think the minister was partly to
blame for what happened next, though
there's no KNOWN, for those girls KEEP
on gettin wilder and wilder every min
ute. But l saw him go and get a bas-
ket Of cake off of Aunt Betsy's table,
eand then he took his seat again in the
middle and begun to make believe eat
all the cake himself. Jest as he sot
there with his head bent down over that
cake-basket, Sally Stiles puts out her
hand and witches him by his back
hair.
II saw her do it, the forward thing!
but l wasn't no more prepared than she
was for what came next. 1t was a sharp
pull, and there was the minister with
his head as bare and shiny as an ivory
bail! and there wa Sally lookin' ready
to faint with his wig in her hand!
We'll, she gave one scream that was
fit to wake the dead, and dropped it
right down on the floor. Growler didn't
wait for no second invitation, he sprung
up, took the wig in his mouth and raced
Oft as if he was mad, tossin' it and
growlin' Us he went. Mr.. Allen started
after him, but the dog thought this was
part OF the play, so he went up one
aisle and down the other, and then out
Of the door, and away as fast as his legs
could carry him, and poor Mr.. Allen
behind.
Brother Ralph jumped up and made
q grab at the minister's coat-tails, shouts
in as loud as he could Stop! don't
run! the more you chase him the fur
Their he'll co. but t'want a bit of use
he Jest ran on, and in O minute they
We're both out of sight. Most of the
young men started off, 'to see the fun, >
as they said, and a. for that onlucky
Sally Stiles, she tainted in good airnest
which made more confusion.
"Sech a hubhub you never saw!
everyone askin' questions, and laughin,'
and the girls a holdin' up Sally and
sprinklin' her face with cold water, and
Miss Stiles cry;n', for Sally's faintin',
gave her sech a turn-and in the midst
of it all most of the small boys went
and helped themselves to as much cake
and ice cream as they could git, and all
without payin' either.
aunt Betsy saw 'em first, and made
a grab at Johnny Evans, jest as he
wa dippin' into the freezer, and some
how, between 'em they upset the coffee
kittle, and it streamed all over evsry-
thing.
"Well! that was the finishin' touch
we never sold another penny's worth
that night-and ut last, SEEM that folks
was beginnin' to go. Amos Hall pro.
posed to auction off the hull lot for us.
"But Aunt Betsy said, and I agreed
with her, that we better fave the cake
for the Sunday picnic, and give it a
chance to get dry for things was mostly
soppin' wet with the coffee, and l knew
we'll enough Amos would jest make a
lot of fun and then knock the hull
Gown to Mandy Jones, he's always so
sweet upon her.
$50 We broke up right off, three OF
four of us staying to clear up the muss,
of course, and count the money, and
little there was to count, l can tell you,
Miss Harwood.
"ENacly where the minister got his
wig back no one ever knew, no more
than We even knew about his wearin' one
before that %evenin'. But hos been
dreadful shy of us even since, never
drops in of an afternoon to tea, now,
and Miss Stiles told me last week that
the Davis girls told her that Miss Bruce
said that she shouldn't be surprised il
he didn't stay his year out.
"Too bad, isn't it. Miss Harwood:
and all the doin's of those girls, tool
could slap every one of EN- when j
think oft. O~fcourse, no sensible wom-
an wouldthink the less of the poor man
Jest because he wears a wig, and such a
natural one, too, but q body can't tell
him so, you know, and SO I suppose we'll
have to lose him.
Anyway. I'm gettin' more and more
discouraged with our church matters,
and no wonder, l guess you'll say"
Miss Melissa looked so sad that it was
really quite touching.
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