The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-01-18
thought Of schools or the @{utting Of

dresses.n
1T would be nice, / mus confess
spoilt me, though I have seem the White
hills, and nowI want to see beyond the
Atlantic. l have had n good outing,
at any rate, If L never have another; and
l am ready to 60 back to tue little brown
cottage and take up my work once
more"
It was almost dark when the parlor
car which contained them, (Uncle
Johns extravaganza holding out to the
enda drew up at Rifletown station. As
they alighted, a superb carria 9, drawn
by magnificent black horses, stood
waiting, and a servant in livery touched
opened the carriage door for the party
to enter.
Come. Uncle John, let us walk said
Jennie. "We know the streets of Rifle
town well enough not to miss our way.
and am sure the money is all gone by
this time"
"Just enough left to pay the carriage
hire" laughed Uncle John. "Jump in,
girls, let's wind up our outing ROYALTY"
The servant had already loaded in
their bundles, the. driver had difficulty
n holding the impatient horses, and
Jennie and Sue and Uncle John were
went with a dash.
Finally the carriage stopped before a
stately gateway, illumined by two bril-
liant gaslights, and the door was opened
by the o~bsequious footman.
why, Uncle, the driver has made a
mistake. This is not home," said Jen-
ME, looking out.
"Not homer" said Uncle John getting
out on to the sidewalk. Eyes, this is
home or, it it Is not We will walk the rest
ofthe way
Jennie laughed her merry laugh. This
home? Why, this was the LocGsts, the
grandest mansion in ,Ritietown. Many
a time had she looked admirinely at its
broad velvet lawns. its masses Of bloom
ing flowers, its rare and beautiful trees,
its winding walks, its statues. its rows OF
greenhouses and graperies. Uncle John
was getting f%acetious. The girls got out,
the footman touched his hat, mounted
by the side of the driver, who, without
waiting for his fee, drove away
Come, girls, let US go up and look at
the mansion. Perhaps, after all, it is the
little brown cottage made over by the
wish of some modern Aladdin" said
Uucle John.
Again Jennie laughed.
"Why, Uncle John, has coming home
turned your head? Ii we should 90 and
ask to look at the mansion, they would
send for the police" =
Send for the police? Hardly as bad
as that, Jennie. AT any rate ! have a
call to make. Come up the walk a little
way"
Uncle John took his companions each
by the arm and with gentle force led
them up the broad marble steps, up the
very Steps, and did not pause until he
! had.swnng back the door ofstained glass,
and the three stood in the stately hall
of the mansion. Turning to the right,
he swung open a door, and motioned
so, she uttered al exclamation of de-
light. She had entered her ideal OF a
library. The room was flooded with a
soft, mellow light. Shelving, fringed
with bright leather, stamped in gold,
extended to the ceiling on which re.
posed rows and rows of books in dainty
binding, fragrant Russia, polished, shin
ing calf, scarlet and green, and blue mo-
rocco. Huge folios of %engravings were
in their appropriate rests. Easy chars
were everywhere, and there was every
appliance for literary ease or study.
my dear child" said Uncle John,
IdklnS JGllnlo III HIS arms anu KISSING
her tenderly, "thisi is the little prown cot
tage, after all. This is home. And yet
what l wrote you is true. I had no
home, no wife, no child; but had hum
dreds of thousands in money. Business
men meet with reverses: but l am not
one of the unfortunate. l wrote to all of
my relatives. 4ou alone responded; you
alone offered the supposed pauper a
home. Had | come to Won with all my
wealth, you could not have cared for me
more tenderly. Hencetorth you are no
longer my niece; you are myown daugh
ter. I have legally adopted you. You
are Jennie Rivers. And, Sue,n turning
to the astonished girl, lis also to share
| 6our home. She may come as houses
keeper, or as your companion and hon
ored guest"
And so Jennie laid aside her old cares
and worries and even the name of Ham.
"Beyondth the Atlantic was no longer I'M
a%ttainable. Her life Of oppression only
| fitted her for the keener and trler en-
| joyment of the new life, and as poverty
had never dashed her sunny temper, so
| richess failed TO change her.
This episode in the life of Jennie Riv-
ers seems like romance; but, for once,
truth and poetic justice were in accord.