The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-04-17
NOT 50 EASILY WON.
Harper's Bazaar.

Harper's Bazaar.
'You seem comfortably sure of her, Tom"
"Well, why not, my dear Jack, when Two
only to ask, and the little lady's mine? I'm
immensely taken with her, but Two hung of
about"
The dip of advancing oars drowned tho rest
of the sentence, but Miss Daisy Campbell, in
her hammock behind the alders, had heard
enough to destroy her peace. Fearful of bo-
traying hor presence by the movement of q
finger, the girl lay rigid as marble, watch
ing with strained eyes two fragrant blue
wreaths of smoke gliding past her re-
treat, till through an opening in the bushes
further up the brook she caught a f%eeting
glimpse of q birch canoe beneath the smoke,
and OF the smokers, two gay, sunburnel youths,
with guns and fishing rods. Tom Raymond
sat in the stern-tall, handsome Tom, who had
but now boosted of an easy conquest of her
self. In that moment of wounded pride and
fierce indignation, Miss Daisy thought shat she
could have cheerfully seen him drown.
"tOh, she's a daisy" hunmed Jack McKeen;
and as the hooking tenor smote her ear the
quivering listener thought she could have seen
Jack drown too-the saucy, idle t~ell-tale! Why
need he proclaim to the birds Of the air and
the fishes of the water that tho lady in ques-
ton, Toms little lady to be had for the asking,
no other than herself, Mrs. Blunt's city niece,
little Daisy Campbell? How indicate out
rageous?
And yet the song hurther far less than TOMS
words, If Tom, Tom Raymond, could speak
so lightly of her, why might not Jack sing what
he pleased, and all Oakland listen? So that
was the way Tom was in the habit of talking
about her! She had heard before that young
discussing their lady friends, and now she had
proof of the fact. Unmannerly, detestable
creatures, especially Tom!
GIVE only to ask and the little lady's mine,
those were his very words" moaned hapless
little Daisy, hiding herhotface amongt the ham,
mock cushions in an agony Of humiliation.
She had always felt that if Tom had q fault il
was self-conceit, but she wouldn't have
believed he could be so conceited as
this. What had she said or done tc
warrant his boastful assertion? She would
challange Aunt Abby, she would challenge
TOMS sister to say that she had ever been silly
with Tom. If there had been any Stiffness it
had not been on her side, unless-truthfnl
Daisy WINGED at the recollection-unless-well,
perhaps she did let Tom hold her hand all in
slant longer than necessary the day he helped
her over the fence, aud she wished she had not
chung to him in the thunder storm. But at is
what girl likes to be a prude? Though, for that
matter, had she not more than once during
their summer acquaintance snubbed Tom for
trying TO make love to her? Still, he'd only to
ask, and the little lady was his. That was his
version of the story, and ne had gloated over il
to Jack. Daisy lifted her tousled brown head
detiautly, and sat bolt upright
81 won't be crushed- Will mott" she cried
aloud, dashing her tears right and left "II
go to 'Pinafore' tonight, just as If I'd over
heard nothing, and if he chooses to ask fol
the little lady, why, he may. She's sure OF
her mind at last She'll have her answer
ready"
Springing from the hammock, Miss Daisy
walked with martial tread through the garden
into the kitchen to help Aunt Abby to shell
peas for dinner.
"You must have been lying in the sun child,
said that lady, CHANGING up from the pan il
her lap. sits bad 70, your eyes, and bad fol
your complexion. l don't believe that's a gooc
place for the hammock"
SITS a horrid place" responded Daisy, fall
ing savagely TO work. I'm gong to ask
Abra m to hang it where ii was before"
Abram was sthe Intermittent help OF the
Blunt establishment, who carried on the farm
and came night and morning to milk the cow
FROM the gay Sle tccdllle Il NlsltoE IL tlt
household, he had been Miss Daisy's slave, ant
now that Mr.. Blunt was temporarily absent
the honest ~servltor took it upon himself to lool
in at odd hours 'to see to Miss Blunt and tina
posy-faced little neice of horn needed doing
fol-"
maybe fresh buttermilk will help that sun
burn" pursued Mrs. Blunt, still misinterpret
ing the cause of Miss Daisy's heightened color
'Td try it. You'll hate to so to the Falls as rec
as a hollyhock."
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the misuse of pronouns, knowing perfect.
well that if she were to look like a fright he
aunt would regret 1t more than she
For a sensible woman, without undue persona
vanity, 1t must be admitted Mrs. Blunt had
complacent enjoyment OF the beauty OF he
stylish niece from the city.
81 hate to leave you alone 80 late IN tn
evening, a%untie," said Daisy, throwing a hand
full of empty pods at the chickens by the doc
stone. I'm afraid you'll be nervous about tn
tramp that called this morning"
Nonsense, my dear; I'm not one of the ner
vous sort. / always stay by myself nights
when your uncle goes to his lodge meetings
If l get tired and sleepy, l lock the doors ane
go to bed. When l lie on my good ear can
hear o sound, you know, and your uncle cal
come in without waking me-"
"But how does he get ln?"
ooh, he takes n key; we have swof for tn
front door. There's the extra one over thu
clock. You'd better have it tonight; then, i
iYou won't be likely to get home before IL"
By twilight Miss Daisy's turbulent crimson
, had softoued into a sea, shell pink. Aunt Abb,
f]attered herself that she had never seen thu
child handsomer than when, in tiimy draper
les she tloated down the piazza stops to Ton
Raymond's waiting phaton.
''The infatuated boy looks as If he was be
holding an angel from heaven unused thu
pleased lady, who dearly loved Tom But sh'
said, prosaically: "Do drive carefully, Tom
Daisy did Won take the kew"
"Yea, auntie; it's in my pocket.
"Pocket? can they put pockets IN sea-foam?
laughed Tom, tu3king the linen lap-robe abou
the young lady's billowy founces. 81 feel my
calf o,tto ipo6anuata tn tho care of this fuff,