The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-01-16
names! Now acknowledge it's the girl.
Well, confound your impertinence, sup
pose it is the girl!
l am going to Scotland.
soL1Loouy THE THIRD.

I am going to Scotland.
soL1LooUY THE THIRD.
Ah-grrr-krrr-gnoochi By Jove
how I must have been snoring! I pey
er felt so little like getting up in m,
life. Though the sun is pouring in at tn,
window, and the whistle of the part
ridge ccnes from the hillside like
morning matin:
Tho breezy call of Misunderstanding morn.
The swallow twittering from the straw-built
shed.
Tn glad I came to Scotfand-glat
we left the beaten track of tourists anc
took up our CHARTERS at this HIGHLAND
hostelry. I.don't think I ever enjoyed
rambling through woods, and picking
ferns, or %sketching hill-tops, half 81
much, even on the banks of The old Sus
quehana-my benison on her broad hos
ON!
I'm sure there must be something
about these Highland braes that nourish
es rhyme, romance and all that sort Of
saiing, for a fellow seems to drop intc
poetry as naturally ss'Mr. Silas Wegg.
LAUREL beg parden, Miss Laurel
my study in Gray-sayssl,e knows / an
OF q poetic temperament, and / am &c
foolish as to go hammering up verses to
prove it! All, well! When it is happi-
ness to be foolish, tits &~olisaness not to
be .happyI
Seems to me I've heard Some quota
ton like that, only bliefer. Heigho!
Yesterday was a red-letter day in my
existence. To be sole guitfe; assistance,
counselor and protector Of, the dearest
girl in the world for q whole day of
rambling through forest and glen, is
what | call . blessed privilege! We
explored Ben Voirlich-all the noun
tains in this country seeraa to be af-
hicted; with Christian name"of Benia-
m~in-spoke our little piecesover Mo-
nan'seRil, and ate our luncheon in
"Lone. Glenarty's hazel shade" I
think e must have spoutef a whole
canto Of aThe Lady Of the Eaken at
different times, and how spirited she
was over the defiant stag--how her
beautiful eyes ill up at the death of "my
| gallant gray"
Well, it's a blessing I know Scott by
heart! u is precious little else I know
besides poetry and novels, but she de-
fers to me a. if [ were an emporium Of
information. SAID shes:
mir. Ofden, you seem to feel poetry,
while other people, just say it. You
give it a ring Of reality that is more af-
fecting than finished defamation"
lit must be because YOU are nv
auditor then. Generally I regard poet
ny as a combination of Enthusiastically ele-
waited words and ideas-a hyperbolical
expressioDsof ultra-human sentimentsinl
ultra-human language. With YOU for
a listener, It seems almost appropriate,
so high a rank do I give O
She (archly)-"I wonder if I have
anything to do with the feelings which,
prompt yousto wind up an impassiened
poem with some absurd parody or bur
lesque."
Lob, that is done for the purpose
of taking the edge off what you might
otherwise consider sentimentality-and
partly to convince myself that / am not
growing sentimental in reality"
Shells sentiment such a crime in
your eyes?"
Mot acrime, but a so~urceforridi-
cule. Promise me not to laugh-not to
think mt absnrd-and I'll play az ro-
nance like the veriest lover of them all.
L have a mighty leaning to it!'"
She-"Some day you'll play al it in
earnest, and be the .ver1est lover Of
them all. OF ] am no p~hrophetess.r
l-'Methinks the day has come-the
hour and the woman! Can you not see
that since ]. have known you-since
THAT happy day In Venice
She (naively)-"When you retnrned
my books"
I-"Ah! You did get the bookp
Then it has told you that from the first
/ have set up your picture in my heart,
and fallen down before tt
She-"'All on a Summers dayr
Are you notsgetting dangerouslF near
the brink, Mr.. Olden-of the lake, I
mean? Yon might wet your feet"
lido you think / say this ILL o vein
which justifies fippant Interruptions,
Miss Gray y
She-"Do you think I treat yen in a
way which i~ustifes Aippant gallantry,
Mr.. Olden%
l-'You wrong me when yo,ntreat as
gallantry the homage of o man.
She-"Ts quite as serious as he usu-
ally permits himself to be, or as he has
been during any summer vacation for
the past falf o dozen years. Who
parodies Rosalind and says. 'Cbme, I'll
woe thee, for I'm in q holiday humor,
and like enough to be ensnared' %
I-"You regard me as a %trifier, I see."
She (regretfully)-aAnd only think
what you might have been!4 Let us go
home.n
Now, what does all THIS mean?
Am / IN love? And is there
a chance for me? AS to the first, yes:
and the second-WeIl, she scorned
the manner and not the matter Of my
wooing. There's some comfort IN that.
Ii you can convince a woman that you
were astritier until you succumbed to4
her, she is prepared to forgive the
first, and to regard thes Last as very.
natural.
"Only to think whnt{you might have
been.." She said it almost mournful-
~. Now, / don't think T might hare
been, anything in particular; but I shall
try. to be it from this time forth, and.
shasshal be the Judge. How beautiful
she is! I'd give q kings ranscmA to,
hear her say
There's the breakfast bell!
soLILoQUT- THe FOURTH.
Jangle, jangle,. janglel Cenfeuna
the church bellslt A fellow can nerer
sleep on Sunday, MORNINGS with their
|scfamorl
Back to EdiaburgAf from the Habraaas
back from tho land of mist, and
clouds, and romance, with q full !dster-
mination to read. shout, but not visit it
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