The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-05-01
PARTICLES CRIMlNls.
Snow, you're not q bit afraid, Mollie?"
"Afraid-of WHAT Tn not a baby

y
"And if I've travelled all the way from Cincin-
natl to New York by myself, l don't know
Why can't so from bennington to London"
''Yes, but this isn't America, you know.
And girls are 30 silly. Idon't see what can
to you, unless you put your head ont
Of the window too far and get it knocked off.
Now, don't be dignified. Pm telling you this
to keep my spirits up. I'm afraid maybe the
| can't let this nance for shooting slip, and
the fellows won't wait. Hello, here's the
train! First class to London, guard. Nobody
the compartment? All right, Polly, jump
in. Make my peace with the mater if she is
yexed, Tra-la-la," cried my brother, giving
me a hug and a kiss.
The door slammed. was going to London
in pell-mell-gun, bag and fishing tackle.
Just i'll time, guard?"
"Here's a shilling for your trouble. AL
alone, eh:"
'No, sir; a young lady, sir"
This time the door slammed securely, the
key was turned and the guard disappeared.
1t was half past four O'clock. A damp, dull
afternoon. l looked at myself in the little mir
ror opposite. 1t reflected a tall, brown-eyed,
brown-haired girl, with q pretty complexion and
neat travelling dress. A very young person,
eighteen at best, and a very strong andhealthy
one. We, my brother and /, had been to War
wick, Stratford, etc. and at the last moment
he received n telegramfrom some college mates
bidding him meet them in the north; they had
formed a shooting party which was to startthe
next day. My mother was in London; so we
determined, rather than destroy his pleasant
trip, that return to her alone.
The train was going at full speed, ffty-fve
miles an o l could scarcely, in the dim
twilight of the December day, distinguish the
rapidly moving trees and houses US we Skin tod
along. After . little, l turned my eyes on my
companion. He was a tall, raw -bened man,
with gray eyes and long red hair; heavy red
whiskers covered his face. He wore q shoot
ing jacket and a loose flannel blouse He
fixed his eyes on me for five minutes without
speaking. At . certain station the guard, our
guard thatwas, got out and passed the window.
l saw another official get on. Our guard touch
cd his cap and boarded an outgoing train.
We started off with renewed rapidity. L was
feeling almost lonely, and the slightest degree
embarrassed by my close proximity to my I'M
sociable companion, when he got up from his
seat, opened his travelling bag, took out a pair
of shears, and putting his hand on my should
er, said:
1T want you to cut my hair"
"Cut your hair?" ! cried, too amazed to be
alarmed. Are you crazyg Cut yonr hair?"
81 will notlh I exclaimed. Guard, guard,
come to mo. This man is crazym
l rushed to the door. 1t waslockcd Of course;
and the guard l knew, and who knew us, was
miles away, having changed at the last station.
SIT is useless to make disturbance, " said the
fellow. 81 intend thatyou shall cut my hair! If
you do not, l will kiss you"
Trembling, I took the shears.
Wat, Put a towel around my neck; there.
Thanks, very much. Now, carefully"
For a half hour I cut away. 1t had grown
quite dark, only, the dim light of the railroad
lamp illumined the compartment.
''1s it all OFF, he asked, producing his glass
and peering at the cropped crown.
'sNot bad for a beginner. Now for my wins
kers. l can't shave, you see, for my arm il
broken"
For the first time I saw that this member
hung helplessly at his side.
sBut l will not!" l screamed; "I will not?"
Eyes, you will said my prosecutor. You
will do just what tell you. Kneel down hore
in front of me and cut my beard"
81 will mott" / will not!"
Every WE'LL" and he advanced toward me.
INSTANTLY l was On my knees cutting away
at the forest of underground,
AS close as you can my dear. You will
find tho shears sharp. | don't believed you've
left a hair on my head"
This took me longer than my previous job
The beard was stubborn, and monsieur very
particular.
call must co." he said, pensively; all my
long loye-locks and my lady-killers. Blu
'.necessity'"-drawing a s~igh-"cruel necessity
knows no law"
He threw me a kiss with the tips of his bon,
fingers:
Il shall always dub you Cruel Necessity il
my own mind"
His face being as clean shaven as my nipple
ment allowed, he babe me turn my back.
81 will not. oh, l will mott" / wept sYol
will kill me! Oh, have mercy!"
"You will turn your back Immediately, " sal,
my tormentor. sBut first help me adjust m
arm in this sling"
Like a whipped slave, I meekly tore the lin
en- handkerchief he produced from tho wallis
into two parts and bound it about his arm. A
least he was brave, for the drops stood on hi
brow, but he did not culver.
Snow take this lead and pencil under m
eyes, and shadow my eyebrows; not too deep
ly, but as you would do your own, my deal
were you dressing for a ball"
below my breath. soh, the madmanW But
did as l was bid. One faltering look, and
felt his arm would be around me.
Now look out of the window. Mind, il 70
30 much as move that pretty little head, on m
honor as a gentleman I must take my re
venge.'
For twenty minutes Tor was it q hundre
years3 l sat gazing into the darkness withou
The lightning rapidly of the train as we rushe
along made o leap through the window suic
dial. l thought OF my mother and my hom,
and, poor child, of my girllsh sins and negl
gences. / was too frightened then to cry, to
stunned 70 make any resistance.
Look, my pretty dear" said a gay voice.
/ heard the window open, and a black bur
die fell. Was l dreaming or mad? There, uI
der the light of the little oil lamp, a breviary j
his hand, with downcast eyes and reverenti,
air, was q young priest, in the full tlowin
vestments Of a fellow of a Jesuit college. TIL
fishing tackle, the gun, the v~alise, the shear
the towel, with the bundle Of hair, were a
gone; and with them the thief, murderer, al
sassin| knew not what he might have beer
"Where is he?" l said presently, hoarsly-
was 1T my W Voice issuing from my bloodles
lips? "What has become of the man-th
murderer?
You have been sleeping dear child" sal
the father, gently. "No one IS here but m,
self. You are under the spiritual and tempol
al care of the church.
He smiled and moved a little. l recognize
the lately denuded crown and rudely shave
beard. The bandaged arm was hidden undo
his flowing sleeve.
"Lonnon, sir! Ay, ay! alright, sir. FRS
class? Yes, sir; one gentleman and a lad
This way sir" cried the guard.
l heard the door unlock, and two policeme
rushed IN. They gazed at us in blank surpris
Certainly, your reverence; pass by. There
a mistake somewhere. Where's the warrar
Bill? Tall fellow in tisAermen's get-up; lon
red beard, red hair, gun, valisc, fishing tackl
Sot on a. bennington Ly 6eorSe! ne thre
himself out the window"
Andthey rushed to the aside of the compsr
ment
'But this young lady was here all the tim
Say, young lady, did you happen to see a t.
fellow answering this description get on
is Marshall, the defaulting bank clerk;
scooped last week with $4,000. He was trac,
to bennington to-day they wired MS from ther
Say, your reverence, did you happen Hello'
where's his reverence"
When I came to myself, I was lying on n
own little bed In the London lodging ous
and my mother told me slowly and by degre
that when she entered the carriage a nome
afterward ! was IN a dead d faint, lying on 7
They found the gray valise, and shootil
clothes and my bundle of hair on the railro
track where they had been thrown; but his u
willing a%ccomplice had rendered such go
service to their quondam owner that Meth
We nor his detractors ever hear I'd nf or in Il