The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-01-09

Con nau. laying right in
TO difficulties, and low he wanted to be
over with it.
Why, what news have you hadp
Nothing very serious, / hope"
"Oh, not at all! Only that I've lost
every penny Of the fortune my uncle
left meln
He now noticed with great satisfac-
ton that her fair face grew very white,
and that she instantly put on On indie
scribably expression of withdrawal.
Lost, eh? Oh, no! Howl"
"Oh, in q romantic way Of course.
It seems that my supposed bachelor I'M
Gle was in reality q Benedict. but rs his
marriage was q secret one, and the girl
was not of his own social status, nobody
knew anything about it, SO he told her
the ceremony was false, and left her.
She died heartbroken, but left an heir
or heiress, / don't know which. This
child takes the silver spoon out of my
mouth, and j, as you see, lose G100, 900
and am ruined. Plain and lucid. isn't
it?n
But Emily didn't answer; she was
growing over her fallen castles, musing
over her unpaid bills, and wondering
whether her father could stand this
last stroke OF misfortune.
A1Of course, Emily. I came to you at
once to release you, if you wished, from
our engagement. Reared as you have
been, / could not expect you to marry q
poor man; and, indeed, Ifear that, in
my changed circumstances, I would be
no fit husband for Won.
Then Emily Cummings showed that,
girl that she was, she was equal to the
occasion.
Standing fully before him, where the
light fell directly on the beautiful,
naughty face and slender, graceful fig
ure, she assisted him out of his difficult
ty with an ease and grace that was al
most superb.
can readily perceive, Mr.. Creigh-
ton. that it is your wish that our en-
gagement should end, and knowing this,
l should be the last one to ppose your
in~clinations. As regards your loss, I
sympathize with you sincerely, but /
cannot fail to rejoice that it happened
before / awoke to the fate of an un-
loved WIFE"
She paused for breath, and, then as
Con stood in shameful and, it must be
confessed, slightly Disguised silence,
she went OH. aAnd now, Mr.. Creigh-
ton, rather than p%rolong our unpleas-
ant interview, had we better not say
good by ?"
So, for the last time, Con went down
the marble stairs, saving to himself,
"At any rate, I still have two thousand
and Mabel
He walked along the streets, feeling
his spirits considerably lighter, his
troubled conscience comparatively at
rest; but just as he reached his mothers
residence Gray once more encountered
him.
"Ah, here you are again! The very
fellow j wantl Your cousin has ar
rived and is anxious to see you. Would
you go to her at once? She is with
some relatives at the Grand Hotern
Con turned on him, . sulky express
sion wrestling his handsome face.
1Look here, Gray! Isn't it enough
for fellow to be LETT penniless, with
out making him play lackey to the girl
that's got his money? As you're so des-
perately interested, you can tell my
cousin that I am very much engaged to.
day, and can't go to her. II she wishes
to 9 my mother, I presume she can
find her
Arthur Gray whistled as he turned
his back upon his late client.
BE was ayoung man, and still unmar.
ried, 80 it may be presumed he didn't
feel very badly as he returned to pay his
devoirs TO the heiress.
But CON felt far from comfortable ID
he passed the massive portals of his
mothers door, and strobe impatiently
down the stately halls that were THERE
no longer.
AS he stood inside the lofty room that
his Imagination had already peopled,
and looked around on the velvet
chairs and lounges, in every nook OF
which he had already %ensconcad. in