The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-07-17

ed so plainly in his face. I was peek1
odious, and l hated myself.
Are you sure you mean what 70
say I" asked, hesitatingly.
YES" he said simply, and knew h
was speaking the truth.
And II you meet prettier and nice
girls than | am, you won't like then
better than me-"
.lou are the prettiest and incest gin
in the world"
Il don't want you to say that: I wan
you to promise me never to love an,
n better than me-"
lshall never love any one half SO well
And SO the romance of my life began.
When l was seventeen my father CAV
his consent to my engagement wit,
Guy, and we were to be married wbe,
l was twenty. The course of my Low,
ran very smoothly; Guy took honors a
Cambridge in his third year; I wa
eighteen then, and was taken to tow
Tor my presentation. I stayed will
Connie, but / made not The slightes
sensation. l was not pretty, and will
one exception, I positively hated anG
feared young men. l was farouche ant
conscious Of being quite the plainest il
the family. Little Ismay grew lnore
beautiful every day.
CHAPTER II.
Flow she Is growing upi" 1t was
Guy who spoke, and he was referring
to little Ismay, who was crossing the
stepping stones TO come to us. I sat
on the river bank, and Guy lounged Mt
my feet. Something in his voice made
me glance down at him.
"She is the flower OF the flock. Every
n saysso. Far prettier than Connie. !"
Then you don't include yourself in
the beauty competition, Jullet?n and
he laughed.
Il never thought of comparing my
self with Connie, and she is nothing at
the side of Ismay."
But you are far away the best of the
three. Ju."
Il feel annoyed at your remarks. I
wish people would never allude to nv
looks; and above all. TINT they wouldn't
Try TO console me for my lack OF beauty
by telling me thai / am amiable (Which
isn't true), or that I have the beauties
OF mind. or stuff Of that sort"
lsmsy came up and seated herself bv
Guy. Two more beautiful faces could.
not have been imagined. His, clear.
dark and classical; hers equally per-
fect, with a complexion of pearls and
roses, with golden hair, and dark, gray
lustrous eyes.
II hope | am not de trop," she said
settling her muslin skirts, "but
! thought JUS voice sounded somewhat
cross, and | am come to make peace"
More likely to create discord," I
impatiently. Guy looked up
quickly, and then murmured something
about the golden apple.
do you remember Paris and the
asked Ismay looking straight
INTO his eyes. eff / had been there. I
link it would have been given to me-"
was accustomed to hear such remarks
IS those every day, and I only laughed;
,ut Guy had not seen much of Ismay
the last twelve months; and he
'tared with establishment at the auda-
nous beauty. She returnedhis gaze for a
seconds and then cast down her ewes.
That was only acting. Whatever Ismay
vas she was not shy.
l tried to talk to Guy as ! did when
We were alone. Then I used to chatter
y the hour together, ~rigmarole he used
o call it-a one-sided conversation ON
very imaginable topic, which I knew
Interested and amused him, although
rarely spoke, but was quite content
o listen In silence. But I felt ONE
low constrained with that graceful
white figure before my eyes, and when
looked at Guy, he was looking at Is
nay, aud had apparently forgotten me.
rose to my feet abruptly.
Where is Juliet going?" asked
smay Of Guy. He raised his eyes
anguidly.
Are you tired of the riyer?"
"Yes" and I turned to 60. He rose
lso.
Aren't you coming, Ismav?"
No, and I'm vexed with you for
eayins me. It's nearly a year since
have seen anything of you, and l
Ianted to hear all your news, where
ou'ya been, and what you've done, and
verything." She sat pouting on the
ank, and he stood irresoluteIy beside
There's really no reason why you
aould dog my Footsteps" l said mag.
animously. Pray tell Ismay everything
orth telling. l am going home"
And home | went, and all the way I
ordered what those two were talking
'out. and mentally scolded myself for
! unreasonable feeling of grief which
ad stolen into my heart on that sum-
er's day.
That ame evening after dinner I
ent and sat alone upon the stone bal
trade overlooking the tennis-Iawn.
was alone for what seemed to
g a very long time. The rosy
ter-glow melted into the blue, gray
y; the moon launched her silver
'at, and here and there a star fickered
the heavens. The corncracke was
lsy in the hayields, and the scent of
Q roses aud honeysuckles in the yer.
de stole through the soft air.
l think l looked nice that night; not {
a%utiful, I could never be that, but as ]
as most girl. I wore a white l
,ck and a pearl necklace, and my
r hair was twisted into Il heavy loop. /,
ly's voice reused me from my reverie. I
Look up at me-" he placed his
nds on my shoulders, and Hooked in c
his eyes. He laughed and sat down
sides me. t
You have a queer expression in your !
IS tonight, Juliet. What is the
tter?"
T don't know. Something is going
happen" T
he sighed impatiently.