The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-12-04
tured as he can be. advise you not
to make confident of him."
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and thought if Gertie only knew how
much Wilson admired her, and how
very sparkling his wit was when it was
directed against Miss Harding, she |
would know he would never betray her |
condolences about "Cousin Peggy"
About four o'clock, Janet went to |
Miss Harding's house, with light heart
and happy face. They were going to
dinner party, and Miss Harding was
already dressed i'll her usual bright
colors. The red poppies in her bonnet
had given place to small, bright, yellow
sunfowers.
Glow do you like my new bonnet?"
Miss Harding asked. 81 sometime think
yellow isn't as becoming to me as it used
to be when was young"
"Oh, how can you say SO, Cousin
Peggy" looking at her in affected ad
miration. "Why the flowers are perfect.
French flowers always are. Nothing
could be more becoming. Thvse tints
really make your complexion faircr."
I'm glad to hear You say SO, for |
should be very sorry to part with NY
poppies and sunfowers. No doubt you
think it strange I am found of them.
~ ~ pu otSs LII uSLi. Nlitu al5VGl i'SSny
and l were children, my mother was
very poor, and we lived in r poor, mean
cottage. In the narrow yard, we made
little strip of flower garden, which
Becky and tended. We had no mon
ey with which to buy flowers, but the
neighbors gave us poppy and sunfower
seeds, and our little plot of ground be-
came gorgeous.
"Then mother died, and Uncle James
left us his large fortune; but when
Becky und l moved from the poor old
home, that we loved on mothers ac-
count, we brought seed from our dear
flowers. Becky loved them so much
that she always wore them, and used to
call them our memorial flowers. No
exotic gave her half so much pleasure.
She had constant mind, Becky had,
and never sighted old friends. When
she was dying she said:
" Peggy, bury with me some of the
old sunhowers and poppies ,and by them,
perhaps, mother will know that have
never forgotten the dear old home l
dare say graver colors would be more
suitable for my age, but think so lit
tie of such things, and the flowers are
so precious to me. 1t is pleasure to
fancy that possibly even now, Becky
may know by these flowers that too
have remembered"
Janet tried to look sympathetic, but
it cost her an effort, so she exclaimed,
30 Cousin Peggy, | wouldn't think Of
wearing grave, dowdy colors that would
make you look as old as the hills!"
"But am an old woman You must
reconcile yourself to that fact, my
child"
"Oh, don't like to think it," replied
Janet looking grieved. I'D like you
to be just twenty years old But you
don't look old. Indeed, indeed, you
don't!"
Don't I? Well, you know best, but
my eyes are getting so dim, I can't see
my own face in the mirror. You will
have to be my mirror, dear, and I'm
nearly time to start. Run up stairs,
and look on your dressing table. You'll
find little present there for you"
Dear, warm-hearted grill Miss
Harding murmured to herself as Janet
left the room. "How grateful she is!
Well, we'll, what better use can I
make of my fortune than to benefit
her? l am glad 1 am able to
provide for her so that after my
death she will not be forced to earn her
own living or be dependent upon any
one for support. Did the bracelets
please you, dear?" she asked, as Janet
with radiant face rushed into the room.
ooh, they're too lovely You're toe
ood to me, darling Cousin Peggy"
In her secret soul the girl was saying,
TIN so disappointed, for I wanted q
!, diamond broach. I've been crazy for one
. and she knows it. This pair of plain
. gold bracelets aren't worth having
What a mean old thing sheis!"
Arrived at Mrs. Lorton's, where they
were to dine, Janet's spirits rose, Pret
ty, well-dressed, supposed to be the sole
) helress of her wealthy and eccentric
relative, she received great deal of at
tentlon. After dinner a dance was pro
!, posed, and Miss Harding gazed will
pride and delight at the girls grace ant
beauty. Towards midnight, however
the old lady began to get sleepy ant
tired.
"Janet is so fond of dancing 1 won
, take her away just yet" she thought
t but it's SO close here where all these
I people are, that III sit on the balcony
= awhile, and get q little fresh air"
The balcony was deserted, and a
/! Miss Harding sat there her kindly
e thoughts turned to the girl she loved
e 81 don't like to see that worthless vii
b son Griswold hanging about Janet,
$ she thought 81 dare say he thinks sh'
is going to be very wealthy, and it is t.
' save her from being the prey of fortune
: hunters like him that shll be careful
that the fortune leave her shall be il
n the hands of trustees. Nevertheless,
i, shall speak to her about it.
|, The voice of the very man she wa
g thinking of sounded almost il
y her ears. He and Janet had takel
C seats near the open door that lie,
e to the balcony. The balcony was dark
h and they did not see the solitary fgur
II sitting ut the side of one of the pillar
t but few feet away. Mr.. Griswold wa
/? saying, with sarcastic laugh
d upon my word, Miss Janet, yo
e ought to correct Cousin Peggy's taste
!, She's big suntlower sure enough thi
evening; or rather she's hoary old ru
V, in, over which the suntiowers are noe
ct ding their yellow heads. Her costume
d must drive you frantic"
L. A laugh answered him. That rir
$, ping, merry laugh which Miss Hardin
d used to love, for she thought it mad
III the music CT an innocent, happy hear
"What can do, Mr.. Griswold? It
S, simply choice between poppies an
Sc sunfowers; for one of these foy