The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-02-27

IN an inverted position, refusing utterly
to glance in their direction.
Edna, on the contrary, finds it diff
cult to not watch Bernard. She tries
III vain to contine her attention to what
MIR. Derwent is saying, and more than
once answers a~bsently, and hopes that
Bernard will pity her and come to the
rescue. And she finds it a great relief
when at last the guest takes his depart
ure.
"Well," says Laura as her father es-
corts the visitor to the frontdoor. chow
do you like him."
Hes very NICE" Edna answers with
a sharp glance across the room, "and,"
pointedly every a%grcable!"
Bernard shrugs his shoulders and
forces a smile of compassion.
81 should think, Bernard" his sister
remarks, "that you might have paid
more attention to Mr.. Derwent, consid-
ering he was our guest"
Bernard fushes at this.
"What could I do with an old Methu-
selah like that" he demanded indig-
nantly.
"Old? He's only about 49," AYERS
Laura.
"And so fine looking!" says Edna.
Whereupon Bernard throws down his
book, taking his hat, thinks he will step
over to the Ogilvies and ask Miss Bella
to go to church in the evening.
And Edna declares that she has a
headache, and ~retires to her room for q
nap, and lies awake for a full hour,
thinking.
She likes Bcrnard-likes him more
and more every day; but Mr.. Derwent
is rich, and she knows by this time that
she can, if she will, be mistress of that
elegant establishment opposite. Oh, if
l. had never seen Bernard, how much
easier for me it would be!
In the two weeks following, Edna sees
q great deal of Mr.. Derwent. The town
in summer is gay with strangers, for
whom parties and picnics, and enter
tainments of all sorts are got up; and
at these Mr.. Derwent and ''that charm
ing little brunette, Miss Edna Porter"
are about the most Conspicuous.
edna" says Bernard, stepping
through the French window on the pi-
azza; and taking a seat on the front
steps beside his cousin, ''have YOU
promised to go to the party with the
patriarch ?"
The term he now generally applies to
Mr.. Derwent, who in the cool of the
evening has stopned for n few moments
to exchange some pleasant remarks
with the young ladies', and has Just left
them.
Now Edna has been all day expecting
Bernard to offer his escort to this party,
and she feels vexed that he has not done
SO.
eff I have" she says sharply. ct don't
ut is none of my business now, GER
tainly. | can only leave you to your
chosen escort, and hope that you may
have q nice time, and be benefited by
his society and conversation"
81 don't see why l should not have q
nice time in Mr.. Derwent's society"
says Edna still more sharply.
Certainly, if it were a scientific lee
ture, for instance, Or q funeral, or a
murder trial; but for a pleasure party
and dancing, don't you think a little
eh-incongruous?"
Edna gives him n severe look, and
maintains a dignified silence. Laura
comes hastily to the rescue.
"What will you wear?" she enquiries,
blue, l hope" says Bernard quickly,
and with an earnest glance at his cousin
who looks up.
"Why," she asks softly. ais it your
favorite color? or do I look better in
blue 2"
ooh, neither exactly; only"-he ap-
pears the least bit enthusiastically
the idea occurred to me that I prefer to
see ladies dressed in blue"
Don't tell stories, Bernard, says his
sister reprovingly. "You knowperfect-
ly well that you want Edna to wear blue
because Mr.. Derwent remarked Just
now that he admired white. You've
been evesdropping at the window"
Bernard scrowls at his irrepressible
sister, and Edna colors.
"Of course, dear, you will wear
white?" Laura continues coaxingly.
mn. Derwent will expect it, you know"
Indeed, I don't see what right he
has to expect it," Edna answers with
sudden asperity.
And Demands contracted brow clears
again. He looks gratefully and almost
tenderly down at the still blushing face
beside him. But the girl plays with
her fan, and will not look up.
On the evening of the party, in her
own room, Edna spreads out two
dresses side by side, and surveys them
long and meditatively.
She twice takes up the white robe,
but hesitates; and then she glances at
Demands portrait which hangs beside
Laura's over the little writing-desk in
q corner.
From this she turns to the window
and looks across at the handsome house
opposite.
Oh, if only that house were Demands
instead of Mr.. Derwent's But had not
Laura told her that her father had de-
clared he would have nothing to leave
herself and Bernard?
Down stairs in the parlor, the gentle
men are waiting.
A light step is heard on the stair, and
both the gentlemen turn.
A graceful, sylph-like figure stands
in the doorway, her eyes rather down
cast as she pretends to arrange IL re-
fractory bracelet. There are crimson
roses in her dark hair, and her dress is
white.
"Mr. Derwent advances, looking
pleased, and Bernard takes his hat and
gaes off alone to the party.
When Edna arrives she sees him in a
bay-window, talking gravely with Miss
Ogilvie-a handsome, intelligent-look-
ing girl, and Laura's special friend.
II had hoped Laura had said to her
cousin, chat Bernard would marry Bell
Ogilvie. I know she likes him, and just
before you came I thought he was just
beginning to pay her some attention;
but n neyer knows how to take Ber-
nard"