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

Never Never could see any wit CT
sense in them. And what's more, Miss
Fannie. I was never once caught by
these shallow deceits.
aNyeyer made an April foolsn
Never, and never will be,n was the
reply. There, child, go play me that
last nocturns you learned. It suits me.
hate sky rocket music, but that is a
dreamy, lazy cir, and I like il.
"The idea OF your liking anything
dreamy or lazy" said Miss Kimberly.
Il thought you were all energy and nc
tiyity.
when I work. I work." was the re-
ply, abut when / want rest I want to
rest
"Uncle Rupert" broke in Rupert sud-
denly. what will you bet I can't fool
you next week9
"Bahl the idea Of getting to my age
to be fooled by > boy like you"
Then ou defy me?n
"Of course ] do"
AI1l do Il. Keep your ayes OPEN
"Forewarned is forearmed. But
como, stop c~hattering. I want my
music"
Pretty, saucy, mirth-loving Fannie,
with her dancing black y and bril-
liant smile, did not look like a very pro-
minent interpreter of dreamy lazy mu-
sic; but once the girls fingers touched
the keyes Of the grand p%ianoforte, the
girls whole nature seemed to merge in
to the sounds she created. Merry mu-
sic made dancing elves of her fingers as
they flew over the notes. Dreamy mu-
sic drew o mesh of hushed beauty over
her face, and her great black eyes would
dilate md seem to see far away, Us the
room filed with the sweet, low caden-
ces. She would look like an inspired
Joan of Arc, when grand chords rolled
ont under her hands in majestic meas
ures. and sacred music transformed her
into something sanity. Once the rose
wood case was closed, st. Cecilia became
pretty, winsome Fanny Kimberly again.
There were few Influences that could
soften the upper crust Of manner Of
Rupert Smithson, but he could hide his
face away when Fanny played, ashamed
of himself Of tears that started or smiles
that lowered on his lips, as the music
pierced down into that warm loving
heart he had tried to conceal with Gym
zeal words and looks.
So, when the final chords of the
n%octurne melted softly into silence, the
old bachelor stole away and left the
house, bidding no one farewell. They
were accustomed to his singular ways,
ard no one followed him, but
Mrs. Kimberly sighed, as she said:
Rupert gets older and crustier every
year"
"But is 50 good, Fannie said, leaving
the piano stool with q twirl that kept it
spinning around giddily.
Why don't he get married? ?" said Ru-
pert. cts a downright shame to keep
that splendid house shut up year after
year, except just the few rooms Uncle
Rupert and Mrs. Jones occupy"
Il mean to ask him, Fannie said, I'M
pulsively.
mo. no" said Mrs. Kimberly, hastily.
Never speak Of thatto your uncle Fam
ny--never."
.But why not?"
never told yon before, but your IN
Gle was engaged years ago, and there
was some trouble. Ineyer understood
about it exactly, for ] was married and
LEFT Wilton the same year that Rupert
came to New York. But this I do know,
the lady, after waiting three or four
years, married, and Rupert has never
been the same man since. I am quite
sure he vas very much attached to her,
and that yen would wound him, Fannie,
il you jested about marriage"
But | don't mean to jest at all. I
think he would be aver SO much hap
pier with some one to love, and some
one to love him in return. It must be
dreadfully lonesome in that large house
with no companion but Mrs. Jones, who
is q hundred years old, / am certain
He ought to marry her" said Ru-
pert, ashe always calls him dearie."
Don't children, jest about it any
more" said the mother, .and be sure
you mention the subject to your
uncle
The first Of April was a clear, rather
cold day, the air bright and swapping,
and the sky all t~reacherous smiles, as
became the coquettish month of sun
shine and showers.
Uncle Rupert, finishing his lonely
breakfast, thought to himself:
II must be on the lookout to-day for
Rupert's promised trick. He won't
find it so easy as he imagines to fool his
old uncle. Who's there? TIE last in
answer to o somewhat timid knock up
ON the door.
It certainly was not easy to astonish
Rupert Smithson, but his eyes opened
with a most unmistakable expression of
amusement as the door opened to admit
Q tall slender figure in deep mourning,
and a low very sweet voice asked:
Is this the landlords"
"The-the-what?"
q called about the house, sir.s
what houses" .sTake o seat" re-
calling his ~politaness.
Is not this As W--place q
Certainly it is."
aIhavs been on the lookout for some
time for 8 furnished house suitable for
boarders, sir, and If / find this one suits
me-, and the rent is not too high"
But interrupted the astonishcd
bachelor.
20, I hope its not taken. The adj
vertisement said to call between eight
n nine, and it struck eight rs I stood
upon the doorstep"
"You have the Herald in your hand,
sir, 2 she said, timidly. II did not cut
it ont.
ooh, you saw il in the Herald" and
he turned to the list of houses to let.
Sure enough, there it was.
ITO let, furnished, a three-story,
brown stone front, basement and
rather a full description of the advan.
tages of the premises, with the en-
pathio addition, Call only between 8