The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-01-02

twice, thrice. amghg the purple cush-
ions Of the Bofcobel baronche, and
from the sidewalk lifted his hat.
Each time tbs eyes OF the two met
the blue onds, startled, sweet; the
hazel ones, eloquent. steady.
:Launt WiDslow meant now, If il
could be done, to win Lily Boscobel.
Her father did not guess the resolve
in the heart of the young man, but was
planning against hum none the less
steadily.
He did not want to part with Lily
but he had q weakness for rank, and for
the frat time in his life he dined with q
nobleman.
And Lord Luther Lawton Langley
Ind said: II have Q your daughter.
"A lovely young lady, Mr.. Boscobel.
Pray give me an introduction"
Plain Peter Boscobel was lattered
as many q more superficial man had
been, and secretly began to make plans
for Lilly.
She was pretty and accomplished,
and he was rich. Why, should she not
marry this nobleman, who was seeking
for q wife, people said?
So he brought Lord Luther home to
dine one day, and Lily was exquisite in
o dinner dress of wine dark velvet and
still as 9 nun, but none the less lovely
for that.
Lord Luther was honestly charmed;
especially when, at her fathers request,
she played and sang for him. But Lily
went to her chamber after he had gone,
and secretly whispered to herself that
he was horrid.
She didn't like bis watery-blue eyes
and broad smile and his hot breath up
on her cheek, when he turned her music,
made her shudder.
No, the truth was that Lord Luther
was not so bad, a. lords go, but her
heart was all given to her little dream
of Launt Winslow, and she wanted
none Of him.
The less often she saw Launt, the
more she thought of him, and the
warmer and sweeter we're her thoughts.
Well, Lord Luther came again and
again, and yet again to the Boscobel
mansion. and, it turned out, asked
Peters permission to pay his addresses
to his daughter, for Lily's father said:
Lord Luther m this evening to
see you. II he asks you to marry him
you will consent"
Such wild, white face as the child
turned Upon himl
But Peter Boscobel was lighting q
cigar, and did not see it again before it
dropped again
Il can notl l can notl ! can not!"
cried Lily.
Il was already s o'clock then, and the
short November day nearly done.
Pretty soon q servant came into the
drawing room to light the gas, and in
five minutes more the bell rang. Then,
hearing the, dreaded voice asking for
her, Lily started up and ran out Of the
house.
Bafe-headed, she ran across the
broad flags Of the yard, and then,
chilled by the sharp night air, darted
into the great carriage house, where
we're ranged the Boscobel coupe, the
barouche in which she drove and her
fathers Stanhope, beside various other
vehicles.
In atwinkling she had leaped into
the barouche and covered down in o
corner upon the velvet cushion, pant
ing and listening.
Poor Lily! of course she had behaved
in avery panic. stricken and unreason-
ing manner, hut it did not take much
reasoning to assure her that she did not
want Lord Luther. with his fshy eyes
and broad smile, to make love to her.
Lily could bear q good deal but she
could not bear that.
So she sat painting and listening,
with burning cheeks and a beating
heart, when she heard q step which
nearly made her heart leap out Of her
mouth.
She held her breath, hoping, after
an instant, that it might be Jerry com
ing to lock up the coach house. But
it was not for the voice said:
Miss Boscobel-Lily-will you
allow me one momentp~
A little changed with agitation, evil
IDENTIFY, but Lily knew Launt Winslow's
voice. Then she saw him step In at the
open door.
"Oh!" she CRIED covering her face with
her hands.
what is the matter? Are you fright
sned? Have I frightened your" he
asked gently.
mo, no; not you'll" said Lily.
He came to the side Of the barouche,
and stood there, with his hat in his hand
and his foot upon the step.
Pardon me, but / have not spoken to
You for 80 long. I have learned q bad
habit Of lingering neal here lately"
with q faint smile. From the street
/ have seen the light shine out
from you chamber every night for a
week."
He paused. To Lily his voice was
sweetest music. Between thinking of
this and wondering what he would
think Of her situation there, she was
nearly distracted. But Launt Winslow
went on quietly talking.
u saw you come ont tonight and
come in here. You are cold!" abruptly,
for Lily was shivering. In moment
he had pulled off his fur lined coat and
wrapped it around her carefully, in
spite of her protests. Indeed, she was
not 80 coldsiu her blue velvet dress as
she was agitated.
II fear you are afraid of me-. Dear
child, why should you be? I love you
Lily" he said ~tenderly.
Then Lily began to cry.
Poor little thing I meant to make
you happy" he said, standing there
quietly.
But from I.ily,s sohhinD breath bo