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

-rr .sSAs WIFI d l0LLer
from Emily Cummings in his pocket
and an ominous guilty feeling about his
heart.
By Jovei but this Is : cheering
aaraps. Those Cunmingses will be IL
ter me like q pack OF v~ultures; hut all
4 knowis that I'll never have q wife IL
don't get Mabel Gordon"
notwithstanding determination, he
vent intosher presence-pretty Mabel,
With her white face appraised and her
sSondrous hair falling around her like
3 glorious golden clond.
thought you would come. she said
sihyly, the color family flushing her
fair cheeks. And then, though nature
hadn't made him 90, Con felt more ut
terly foolish than ever
Asst coulds tay away The answered,
half reproachfully; then added pathet-
ically .At least, until ] have to, for,
FIN going away in q day or two.n
A suppose Mabel had the natural
coquettis. less Of her sex but at that
particular moment it deserted her IN
tiraly. Her eyes wandered down the
road, and she leaned more heavily than
ever against the garden gate.
aOh, are youYa worry faint and tremu-
lOus, she murmured.
Yes; but I'll come back again if any
b wants me,
She stole b quick glance ct him
from under her downcast lids.
Do You want me, Mabel? Shall /
come back to you2 /"
No answer came from the parted lips,
butI think he knew she wanted him,
for, leaning over the garden-gate, he
answered her silence by saying, Every
well, dear, I'll be back in a very little
while, and you'll be waiting for me,
won't your
# was not very definite, to say the
least of IL.
Any other girl would have preferred
q more lucid proposal, but poor little
Mabel had d Of those rare natures
which are satisfied to give all and take
almost nothing-to love prominently,
perfectly, and receive in return q tri-
fling need of affection.
The world doesn't contain 4 great
many like her, and ], for one, am
heartily glad.
4 think theswomen who hold their
own, and anything else they can get,
are far more preferable sbut then earth
and earth's children must be variegated,
ands sharp a. we'll IS sweet.
Con wenthome that night cstatically
but guilty happy, and when he reached
home he found q letter awaiting him-a
letter from his motheD the eldest Mrs,
Creighton, asking, Or 1 should say de-
mRnding, his instant return,
Emily very ILL., she said, land
certainly your place should be- beside
the lady who in four weeks will become
your wife. In addition to this, ] am
afraid that some Interior object causes
your long delay iii that out-of-the-way
place. Ihave heard, but. totally dis
believe, . rumor Of some girl whose
pretty face has attracted your attentions.
ItahoA*ed upon me with some appear
a1ce sof yeracity, and night have trou-
bledme had 1 NOT known that I could
trust your dignity = being = member Of
the Creighton family andfyour honor as
being engagedto Emily Cummings
Con crushed The letter in his hand
nd&tried to stare circumstances in the
face, but circumstances bafaed him, and
Ia stats 81 semi-torture he retired 70
his dteam-disturbea couch.
The next morningh he returnedto Lon
don, leayinga little note for Mabel IN
explanationsof hiS 1bssnce.
Emily Cummings was much better
when Ls reached the city.
Mrs.. Creiehton5greeted him with dig
niMsa pleasure, and poor Con felt a.
utterly and dishonorsble a. his
NEST inystsrate snsrny could. haye de-
SIRED.
EorA week he wandered around ia a
veryy uncomfortable state, and chen he
began % mako sudden resolutions.
What E0ato1nded fool Iamin he,
solfloquizcd, " he. walked along Pic
cadiily in the most dOlorons frame Of
mind. haven't written q word to