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

tense, I'll leave you to make excuses
for her. My head aches, and 1 am 60
ing to lie down"
"But, oh, mother! what can I say to
him?" l cry in dismay.
"Just what you please" returns
mother. eff I were to see him, I should
tell him what 1 think of Susetta's be-
havior, and you would object to that, I
know"
"Oh, mother! don't be hard on our
petted darling" 1 say, and mothers
face %relaxes, and I see a smile lurking
at the corners of her mouth; but she
won't wait to see Trevor, neverthe-
less.
He will look so bright and eager
when he comes into the room, and [
shall see such blank disappointment on
his face as he looks in vain for Susetta
--Susetta, who is enjoying herself at
the races in company with those objec-
tionable Fieldwicks.
L go to the piano, but rise from the
music stool in q very few minutes, and
take up Il book, then, throwing it down,
begin to walk restlessly to and fro, for l
can settle to nothing.
Presently I hear Trevor knocking at
the hall door. l know his rat-tat tat so
we'll, and an instant later lie is in the
room asking eagerly for Susetta.
WAS she not pleased to get my tele-
gram?'h he continues.
"She was far from home when it
came" l say, trying to appear at my
case, $50 L opened it."
"Quite right, sister Addie," returns
Trevor, looking a little disappointed,
but still speaking cheerfully. But
where is Susetta?"
"She is spending the day with some
friends" I answered, with a foolish
desire to put off telling the truth as
long as possible.
Trevor's handsome face darkens, and
his eyes flash %ominously, as he says:
"Adeline, she has never gone to the
races?-she would not do that after
what l have said. But you don't answer
me. She has gone, them"
l am still silent, and Trevor begins to
pace up and down the oom in a state
of the greatest agitation. He IS terribly
Ptu otil, LII llluhcS i hIlcullJU w ullt
it from me.
"And I shortened my stay in London,
and hurried back for this" he says, bit
terly, coming to a standstill before my
chair. "Addie | am beginning to Won
der whether Susetta is worthy of all
the love / have lavished upon her"
Nonsense, Trevor" I say quickly.
You must not speak like that of my
sister. She is foolish, l know; but
there is not q better girl in the whole
world"
He gives MI a quick glance as I finish
speaking, aud signs impatiently.
81 know one thing" he says, after q
pause; "she could not have had a better
sister. Why is it you always take her
part, Addie? Have you nc sympathy
for me?"
He puts his hand on my shoulder as
he speaks, never dreaming how that
light touch thrills me, and how hard it
IS to steady my voice, as / reply:
"lsympathize with you both. All! if
YOU would only take Bear and forbear'
for your motto!!"
Have | not borne enough already? ?"
AiSIlihIiNo LltNot Will ttlotIt1 SISD.
"Addie!" he cries, suddenly, and the
blood rushes to his face, "she has not
gone with the Fieldwicks. She has
Then, BY Heaven! will never forgive
her"
Hush, Trevor" I say, soothinglv.
"1ou will be sorry for talking like til s
when your anger is over. After all,
she has not done anything desperately
wrong"
"Wonld you have done it, Addie?7
l hesitate for a moment, scarcely
knowing what reply to make; but
must say something in my sisters de.
Tense, and | answer, gently:
You forget how different we are,
Susetta and-l. She is SO fond of pleas-
ure, and / have ever been a home bird.
"What a fortunate man your husbaI d
will bel" says Trevor. You are the
woman to make a mans home happy,
and till his life with sunshine"
but men love beauty" 1 say, with
a faint smile.
"Then men are FOOLS" exclaims
Trevor, forgetting that his remark is
scarcely complimentary, and he, at any
rate, has not been proof against the
fascination OF a pretty face. Il mean
he added. quickly, "That a man who is
wise Will seek wife'whois good, as well
as beautiful"
The man who IS wise will not marry
at ALL" | observe, laughingly. "He
that takes a wife takes trouble and
care"
But Trevor is not in the humor tc
laugh at anything. He hates the idea Of
Susetta associating with the Fieldwicks.
and is deeply wounded that she should
have gone to the races, IN defiance of his
wishes.
Trevor and I are in the garden when
the fonr-in-hand dashes up to the gate
and / notice with horror that Mr.. Field
wick shows evident signs of having hac
too much champagne.
He wears a false nose, and presents {
wholly comical appearance. Atany 9th
err time 1 should find it impossible MOI
to laugh, but now / can feel nothing but
dismav.
Susetta is helped down by a young
man with light hair, and stands at the
gate as the coach bowls along the road.
one HIS Hob seen 1feNoI Net. "len
she does, her cheeks lose q little of their
rich bloom, and a half-frightened, half
defiant look comes into her eyes.
"You here, Trevor" she says, hold
ing out her hand.
"You did not expect to see me-" he
observes, coldly.
eff l had, l should have stopped a,
home" she answers, and then l slip in.
doors and leave them alone.
Presently Susetta joins me. but with.
out Trevor. They had %quarreled, il
seemed, and parted in anger.
"Susetta," say, entreatlngly, "you
have not sent him away?"
HE has gone, my dear" she answers
and begins to sing, but fancy her voice