The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-05-01


But fit illustration this, of the fulfill.
ty Of all human plans-when he came
rejoicing back some twenty minutes or
so later, the sheet was gone.
Gone, leaving no trace or vestige be-
hind-gone, utterly and entirely!
II believe there has been some SUI
| perhuman agency at work." thought
our bewildered hero, as he tumbled
owe the chaotic contents on the table
in vain.
But Mr.. Mott was wrong. The agen-
cy was exceedingly human-no other,
in fact. than mischievous little Billy
Arlington, who come up in search OF
stray prizes for the famous luclly-bag,
which had been temporarily delivered
into his hands. C~ornucopias, pincush-
ions, Rimmel's scent bags ,needle-books
he pounced on alike, and perceiving a
sheet OF pink paper, written, he crum-
pied it into an old envelope, directed
Miss Orinthia A. Brown" which lay be-
You'd.
"What a lark it would be-" thought
the incorrigible Billy. "Some of the
girls1l think they've got a love-letter,
and how mad they'll be when they find
1t amt nothing but one of Rintley's re-
ceipts or crochet patterns"
And away rushed Master Billy, little
rocking of the mischief he was unwit.
tingly working to the cause of true
love.
The evening Of the fair came-and
the pretty rooms, made still p%rettier
by paper roses and evergreen garlands,
| ,,,o ,,a no-,t,l Nth ILL., 1>,,-o A. f,,,
and some that were neither one nor the
other. Georgia Arlington, presided at
one Of the tables, lovely enough to
drive half a dozen men distracted, in
stead Of one, and Miss Orinthia, in a
rustling, slate-colored silk dress, went
about like all autumn leaf in a high
wind. The luckybag circulated from
hand to hand. carrying, as is the want
of these institutions, a little merriment
and laughter in it's wake. Georgia
drew a cigar-case, Mr.. Mott became the
proprietor of q rag-doll, and Miss Or
inthia Brown drew-a letter, addressed
to herself.
Gilbert Mott, leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrying up
to Georgia and displaying her prize
with malicious glee; while Georgia col
ored and bit her lip, and looked ready
to cry, and feigned a merry little ripple
Of laughter, all in one and the same
breath.
'Why don't that horrid old maid
keep away from Georgia Arlington!!"
thought our disconnected hero. "She
looks like a dried up bunch of raisins
beside a cluster of Isabella grapes"
And, watching an opportunity, he
slipped through the crowd and edged
up to the table where Georgia was sci
ling pin-cushions and tape trimmings ii
4 n exorbitant price.
"GeorgiaT" he whispered, softly.
Georgia."
But she turned her head haughtily
away.
please to excuse me, Mr.. Mott" she
said, coolly.
While Gilbert was staring at her in
amazement a hand was slipped through
his arm and Miss Orinthia Brown drew
him gently away.
"Where are you going?' he demanded
following her rather unwillingly.
Just outside the door. one moment"
whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly.
cit is not in the tumult of a common
crowd that such words should be spok-
en!"
"What words? I haven't an idea what
you meant cried the young a
Orinthia drew him into the hall, her,
head dropped on his shoulder.
EYES," she taltered, eyes! How could
you for a moment doubt i'll"
doubt what? Excuse me Miss
Brown, but I think your wits are for.
saking you," said Gilbert Mott, striving
to extricate himself from the damsel's
grasp.
colbert, would you, then, be false
to me?" sobbed Orinthia, with the
dawning symptoms of Mysteries.
II! False to you'll" echoed our hero.
Miss Brown, will you be so good as to
tell me at once, and plainly, what you
are talking about?"
Orinthia Browns sallow cheeks red
dened-her eyes sparkled ominously,
as she drew from her pocket the precious
missive.
"Do you mean to say, sir, that you
didn't write this letter ?" she demanded.
Gilbert took the letter and ~scrutin-
ized it closely.
eyes, of course, I wrote the letter."
"Then, dearest"
"Stop, though" he interrupted, fran
tically. cit wasn't to you"
"Not to mel"
ono! Do you suppose I want to mar
ry your
Miss Orinthia uttered a shrill shrek
Int tio ~ox4 r,nr,o,t eLo ,,-o, oJo-nl
Gilbert Mott had vanished.
For the matter was growing serious
now. If Georgia were to be won, she
must be O at once, before Fate con
spired with any other old maid to de-
prive HIM of her coveted love.
Georgia." he said. planting himself
resolutely beside her. 81 have got
something I wish to say to you"
"You had q great deal better say it tc
your beloved Miss Orinthla," said
Georgia, tossing her haxen curls.
"But she isn't my beloved Miss Grin
thia," cried Gilbert.
II suppose you will be denying your
own handwriting next" said Georgia
Indignantly. But it's no use; I saw the
letter myself"
"But, Georgia, the letter was written
to you"
"Then," said Georgia. frightening ur
a little, show did she get it?"
"That's just what I can't comprehend
myself" said Gilbert; "but one thing
I am very certain of love you, and
you alone, and I won't leave you unit
you tell me whether the love is return.
ed"
And he did not: neither was il
ne cessary for him to stay there yer,
long.
But to this day nobody, save Billy
the irrepressible, knows exactly how
Georpia's letter came into Miss Orinthi: