The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-04-17

gone into mourning and decided not TO
take itlH
Indeed, I said Uncle HartfQrt.
Dear uncle, you'll give me twenty
sdollarsin
1Iln give you nothing Of the sort,
aid Uncle Hartford, decidedly.
Cathie cried q little when her uncle
had gone to his Office.
: Mean old thingl' said she, apostro-
phizing the portrait 81 her grand-uncle.
which hung stiff and simpering above
the mantle. with all your oceans Of
money " grudge mea poor twenty dol
lars for adress hatl And Paul Atherton5
istto beI there, and Rose st. Felix will.
have him all to herself-and-and-n
And new gush oftears followed this
diHnal foroboding.
Lend you twenty dollars. Mrs. APP
sel1? What do you want me to lend you
twenty dollars for?"
Panl Atherton was looking very kind
" down upon the pale, pinched little
widow in her rusty Grape and worn bonn
baxine. and Mrs. Apsell took courage
70 reply:
It's interest money that / owe on the
mortgage my poor Herbert gavo Mr..
Hartford, the banker. And If it isn't
paid promptly, I'm afraid he'll fore
close; and all the living / made for my
self and the children is by keeping
boarders in that little house. I have
hoped all along to raise the money with
out troubling you, but my best boarders
Left me last month, and the rooms are
vacant yet, and
Mr.. Atherton put his hand into his
pocket at once.
No more apologies, I beg" said he.
IT / can't spare Q little money to Her
bert psen's widow, I ought to lie CASH
tered. Here's q twenty-dollar bill-I've
rather been keeping it for good luck, on
account Of the Maltese CROSS drawn in
red ink omit, bntI can afford to transfer
the balance Of luck to your account, ]
think r
And Mrs. Apsell went Immediately
tho tears OF gratitude believing her
poor, little eyes-to No.-Fifth av-
enue, where Cathie Hartford was yet
bewalling her affection.
a'What is it Bruce, . said Cathie to the
pink-ribboned parlor maid.
Uncle Hartford would not consents to
man in plain livery, although Cathie
had declared, over and over again, il
was quite essential to their stand in 80.
ciety.
PLEASE, miss, it's a person as insists
on seeing you, if Mr.. Hartford isn't in.
"A person to pay ON money, miss"
Catlie reused up at this and went
out into the %vestibule, where Mrs. APP
sell was meakly waiting.
Its twenty dollars, miss" said Mrs.
Apsell, that I owe Mr.. Hartman you,
father-
4Uncle." corrected Cathie, rathe,
stiily.
aUnole-begging your pardon-fo,
interest on . mortgage on house in
Hooper street; and If you'll kindly
give il to him"
70, certainly, certainly" said Cathie
and Mrs. Apsell went away.
Now cried our disconsolnte young
dAmsel, "IM have that dress hat a
Madam Persiana's or I'll know the rea,
son why. Uncle won't know the none,
has been paid in, and next week, wher
my quarterly allowance comes in, IL
mako it al straight"
Miss CafN;e Hartford appeared o
Mrs. Harte Willoughby's in q superb
white velvet hat, trimmed With snow,
ostrich tips and silver whent, tipped
with crystal dewdrops, and Mr.. Ather.
ton thought he had never seer SO pref,
ty and fascinating o little creature il
all his life.
!" do believe said Mr. Atherton
9l'm falling in love with that little girl.
He went home to his hotel. Mrs
ApBell was sitting in the reception.
room waitingt to see him.
nHello!" said Mr.. Anterior.
aHe's going to foreclose. SIR sobbet
the widow. Mr.. Hartford is going Il
foreclose."
aBnt he can't forecIose il the interes'
i paid mp to the time" demonstrated
Anterior.
u don't know how that it is, sir,
whimpered Mrs. Apsell. I never die
understand law matters, butt
Did you pay that twenty dollars ~
paid il into Miss Hartford's OWL
hands, SIR
I'll 90 and see about it myself said
Mr.. Atherton. $50 home, Mrs. Apsell,
Iwin take the conduct Of this matte,
into nj own charge"
Halt an hour later Mr.. Atherton pre-
scented himself at the Office Of Harpago1
Hartford, in Liberty street.
"Howis this about Widow Apselli
mortgage?" said he. II hear your,
about to foreclose.n
"Don't pay her interest" CURLY re
turned the banker.
How much is due?"
Twenty dollars"
Atherton paused q minute or two, an,
wrinkled his brows in deep thought.
"Ill settle it" said he; and he settle,
It accordingly, thinking within himself
Poor soull" I dare say she had fort;
ways at once for her money, and hope
to soc her way cleart"
And then he went home, stpppingte
route at the cigar merchants to pay
quarters bill. The merchant, gate IN
"a change q twenty-dollar aal wathi
red Maltese GROSS sketchedS Ap6ntGit
GaCe. HE xs2sa
a'IAhe deucei" cried Atherton4sHe
came Won BY that lucky bill, MI. Smc
keybridge?" .
Iat-me-see.ss said Mr.. Smokey
bridge. my wife took it in from on
\. Achille Persiana.n
aCan you give his addresa?n
*Oh,,cartainly. His wisei is the fash