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

" to his gray mustache. eAnd you say
Mrs. DAILY was very lovely?" he asked,
glancing for the first time at the mirror.
The breakfast had certainly refreshed
him.
"Very!" emphatically.
"Ah, we'll, perhaps it may not be so
bad. bruce DAILY was a good-looking
man"
HE was, indeed" responded Colonel
Goodwin. "Let me know when the girl
arrives; I should like to see her, so I
am sure would my wife. Ifshe gets be-
yond You, pack her off to Combewall to
play with m ygirls."
Thanks. Are you going to Spen-
GERS? 1 will come with you; I must
speak to him about my new mare"
Somehow the news crept out. When
Gen. Biddulph took his stroll in the
park a few days later he was greeted by
sly hints and tender inquiries after his
ward. Fair faces beamed on him, and
pretty lips murmured kind promises to
take the young stranger in hand and
show her life. He began to shine with
a reflected glory. Miss DAILY, accord
ing to Col. Godwin's authority, must be
a beauty, and-this was gently whispered
it was well known bruce DAILY had
dollars collected in goodly numbers.
The ne'er-do-wells and out of-pocket
young men exhibited an extraordinary
consideration for the generals welfare.
They were always dropping in upon
him w Notwithstanding the
erimness of Scott and the unmistakable
frigidity of their welcome. Every
morning Gen. Biddulph eagerly
searched his letters in quest of some
dispatch informing him of the arrival of
his ward. and he called twice a day re-
gular at Charges street only to receive
the intelligence that Mrs. Comyns and
Miss DAILY had not yet arrive ed"
A week had elapsed since he received
Maj. Days letter, and still no tidings
had come. Contrary winds or recall
citrant engines had delayed the P. g. o.
with its fair freight, and the general
was beginning to be uneasy. At last
n morning he was gratified when he
called at the house by the
ment that "the ladies were expected
that evening"
Now that the actual moment was ap-
preaching when he should come face to
face with the much-thought-of, much
talked-of ward, he found himself actu-
ally nervous and excited. Scott, who
had received thenews with stolid silence,
gazed with establishment at the specta-
Gle of his master, fdgeting-actually
fidgeting-from the window to the arm
chair, like the veriest school-boy The
generals mind during the unusual mi
grat.ons presented q brilliant panorama
of future success. He saw a vesta of
long social triumphs in which he shared
largely. Then he fell to thinking what
the queen of all these joys would be
like; tall and stately, small and fragile;
blue, gray, brown, black eyes; complex
ion as fair as a lily or dusky as the pro-
verbal berry: a Cleopatra or a Crotch
en-, soft as q ball of down or sturdy
as the Morse daughters. One thing, at
any rate, he was certain of: she would
be young. With LIES spring dawning
on her cheek, how could she be aught
but charming? 1t is wonderful how a
man like the general, who had lived so
many years and had so much experience,
could have made this mistake. Pigs
beauty is all very well; but youth is
more than often connected with indif-
erent skins, lengthy limbs and gawky
forms generally DESTROYS Of wriggling
out of their garments. His wishes in
this case We're father to the picture, and
he ended by starting to welcome the
traveller with the personification of fe-
male lovliness before his eyes.
He knocked briskly at the door in
Charges street, and smiled benignly on
the man who opened it and preceded
him up stairs. The sun was lingering
on the walls as hemounted the stair case,
and the evening air came IN sweet and
fresh through al open window. 1t had
been very hot oil day, and the general
was surprised at first to find a bright
fire burning on the hearth Of the room
into which he was ushered d, until he re-
membered that of course the travellers
would be chilly. The room was empty,
but from an adjoining chamber came
sounds of voices, loud and almost dis
cordant. The general shivered. Could
hers be one of them? He hopedn not.
1t was apparent to the meanest %intelli-
gence that ONE sort of alteration was
proceeding. He grew ervou Rows
and disturbances were at all times ap-
palling. After a few moments the
voices dropped and he let his eye wander
round the room. In one corner stood a
huge travelling case, with labels all over
it; masses of wraps vivid scarlet, a bear
skin rug and an unmistakable Scotch
plaid were tossed UNDECIDED on the floor,
while parcels and snail boxes were
strewn around in the widest profusion.
The hands of the clock moved slowly
u. Waiting is always annoying, now it
was most provoking. But just as he
was debating whether to go or stay the
door of the inner room was opened, and
a pale, fair, faded woman of about 40
made her appearance. The general
advanced with allow bow.
"How do you do, Gen. Biddulph?"
she said, in languid tones, extending a
thin, delicate hand. II am so sorry, to
keep you waiting, but I was detained by
Dessa," (sighing faintly). The general
fastened to push an easy chair for
ward. 81 am really quite glad you,
have come" continued Mrs. Comyns,
sinking into the chair, and drawing the
shawl closely around her, ''for she is,
altogether beyond me-"
"Are you abiding to Miss Daly?"
asked the general hastily.
Yes, sighed the lady. out of
friendship to Maj. DAILY 1 undertook
the charge of his daughter; but I was
totally umpreparedfor her wild temper
and ways.
"she is high-spirited?H lie suggest
ed feebly.
Very" Mrs. Comyns replied dryly.
"My health is SO bad l am quite lneom-
petent to, manage her"
"May I not see her?" asked the gen