The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-07-10

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Phoebe knew that all this refereed to
Tom Embden, who kept a thrifty cor
ner grocery.
But she did not pay much attention,
for she would not have married Tom
Embden, with his fire red whiskers, his
lies, Il little tricks of trade, if hand
some John had not loved her and she
had not loved him.
But her mothers remarks were not
always opportune, and we're never
cheerful.
One day Tom Emblem called and
offered himself for the third time.
To-be-sure it was done in a ocular
way, and Phoebe turned it aft as q joke;
but her mother who was in the room
was very cross afterward.
why will you be such a fool, Phoebe?
That young man will never ask you
again!"
81 hope he never Will, mother!"
Chat should have such headstrong
girl! L am sure you are not g bit like
me, Phoebe. l was always willing to
take advice"
ooh. don't mother" cried Phoebe,
in a panied tone.
"Then, why are you SO set on your
way? Any one can see that you
are throwing away a good chance for a
foolish notion Tn sure I'm not ambi-
tious to be connected with the Rose fam
lily. We were never rich, but we were
always respectable"
Phoebe had a headache from crying
on her pillow the night bafore, and she
did not feel as if she wanted to hear any
more said against dear John, 50 she rose
rather %nurriedly from her seat. The
act displaced the escritoire, and before
she could catch it, it had slipped with
a crash from the table to the floor.
As she stopped to pick it up, amid
her mothers voluable %ysolding, she
found that a thin panel +, ID been dis
placed from the bottom o, the box, and
in the cavity lay a thick letter, which
was sealed with wax, but bore no super
scription. She held it wonderingly in
her hand. After a while she laid 1t
down. Something, she could hardly
tell what, prevented her opening it.
She felt, thoughtfully, that it was not
hers. She replaced it in the box.
But the escritoire had to be mended,
and after a few days, she carried 1t to a
cabinet maker.
Handsome. quaint old thing, isn't
it?" said Mr.. Glew. "There's nice
workmanship for von! NTisn't much like
the cheap desks made nowadays. And
that reminds me that I saw an adver-
tisement, yesterday. for an old escritoire
which had somehow got out of the
owners hands. Bless me, here it is
now"
WANTED-To recover an old mahogany es-
c%ritolre, lined with red satin. 1t was stolen
from the owner, and for private reasons is very
valuable. Whoever returns it to Lydia AGold-
ing, Is Auburn street, will receive a satisfacto-
ry compensation.
Phoebe trembled very much as she
went out of the cabinet makers rooms.
She felt as if something was going to
happen.
And something did happen.
After thinking two days over the mat
ter, she carried the escritoire to 65 Au-
house, all inlaid woods and stained
glass and dome like ceilings.
Phoebe had never been in such a hand
some house before, and she had never
seen such a pretty little old lady as the
one in white satin ribbons who came
down TO meet her
cl..o.1-
ond 5000 Wv ~ ,,,aasaa . III
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" sIa so; hhoS a1 ~ aaao.s u nous
.an,, sne saul was Ivy oeai Sis
'e,
When she had opened the secret panel
and taken out the thick letter, she was
pleased stlll more.
MY sister Marthas seal! There can
be no mistake. How very fortunate
am.
Inc little lady seemed taking to her
sell: linen she turned to Ph9be:
MY dear, tell me about yourself
VINO are YOU"
In telllnG or herself II was very easy
to tell OF dear John Indeed, Phoebe
could not help 1t when she explained
now she came to nave the escrltolre
AND when she felt the little old lady
softly AXE her hand, she told a great
deal more than she had meant 20 contide
10 any one-1of sue was more dlscour
aSed than she a even acknowledged
n her mother was trying.
Wen, WELL WELL" SAID the little ole
lady, Kindly. we Will see about this
little romance-we wllissee about it,"
On, there is nothing that can bt
done!" returned Phoebe, sadly. I'll
Will take SO much money toibuy John'
home back! The only bright side to 1t
as he says, is that I'm so young.
WIN that the tiny DC lady IN the
SATIN ribbons smiled shrewdlv, though
there seemed q tear in her faded blu.