The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-05-07

expanse we have been saying
should have been was not there.
No. A high wall enclosed thegarden,
a railway embankment looked down
upon it and upon a dusty high-street,
where shops were decidedly second
rate, and where, as evening approached,
costermongers' barrows were won't to
congregate. 1t was a region the op-
poslte OF aristocratic, and .he nightly
sounds OF shouting, as the costermong-
ers retailed their herrings and cabbag.
es and cheap oil-cloth were not of the
most musical.
No wonder Mrs. Lanes friends did
not care for the place. They declared
that q small suburban cottage would
be better far.
perhaps So" Mrs. Lane said quiet
ly. But the cottage would cost m.
sixty or seventy pounds a year, where.
as here | save all that, and the girls
can move about so much more,
II see that, but" and her sister
from Gypsy Hilllooked up and looked
down, and then looked round the real,
ly fine drawing room.
"But, you would say, we should not
get such rooms?" Mrs. Lane had a
spice of uuizzical humor underlyineh he,
uuietness.
Indeed. no; l WAS thinking cfnc
such point"
But we really should not; and now
after so many Years of colonial omen.
air life, Imust have space. The cos
termongers will not trouble us in the
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OPEN"
1t was summer, and one could heal
every sound-shouts of selling: souab.
bling of cross, tired children: the rat.
Ting of the chains OF barees. ave. and
the rustline of the leaves OF the trees
in the garden, and in the lull of othe,
sounds, even the soft swish of the in.
coming tide against the old stone
foundations of the Shore House.
Here Maud came in with a handful
of ruddy carnations for her aunt. The
smoke of factories did not prevent
their growing half wild in the old oar.
den. Maud was going off that evenine
for a few DAVIS visit to Gypsv Hill, and
she meant to show that the Shore
House garden could do as we'll as any
or the OF carnations. She was
a fair, yellow-haired girl, not by any
means vulgarized by the Shore House
locality, but as sweet and refined as
any girl could be.
Bessie and Nan were the other two
dark girls both OF them, and in that
like their father. Bessie was home on.
ly that very day from q weeks stay
in London. Nan was the stay-at,
home daughter.
The August evening drew on. Aunt
Mary had driven off in a cab with
Maud, and the usual course OF things
drifted on. The river-breezes, soften.
ing the blaze of daytime, came now to
be chilly, and the windows were closed
Then Nan sat down to the piano-the
girl played unusually well-and the
two others each took a book. Pre-.
tence for both OF them! Mrs. Lane
never even found her place, but open.
ing the volume, and fixing it on her
knee, with her hand on its open page,
she began to say: Had Bess seen
such a person? heard howsuch anoth,
er was getting on?
And Bessie answered-answerad
quite distinctly, but nevertheless in
such n wav as her mother detectpd f.
be a new wav. The oirl wos thinkino
OF something outside her words, and
as she answered She carried her book
to the window, seemingly so interested
in it's contents as to be to snare
a moment for what her mother want.
ed-a nice chat. She had bv mistake
taken IN adictionarv which Maud Nod
chosen to consult for some onibb)e al
spelling.
Mrs. Lane had seen this, and smiled
to herself.
When the cleaning ha6 gathered q
bit more, and Mans fingers we're wan.
derine amongst the dreamy, sad fan.
cies Of Chonin, Mrs. Lane said
n"come here. Bess DEAR she was on
o. sofa, and she made the pirl sit Mt her
feet on a furry rug. 1T was a stupid
visit then, after allg"
Stupid? 1t was he~avenly?"
Bessie was given to impulses.
"Heavenlyl with Mrs. CLAW laid M.
and all the bows off for their hofi.
day?"
6Just 90, mumsie dear. I'd better
make q clean breast OF it at once
hadn't I? l went on Wednesday, and
the bows were off on Saturday.three
clear evenings. o see, o to enjoy
the charms OF their society, and"-
she stopped for q second, "and the So
ciety OF their friends" Here a bit OF
lace trimming on her muslin dress
gave a little scratching noise-her
fingers had torn it. "BotherI"
"My dear Bess?" her mother cried
in her calm way.
"The bother belongs to the torn
lace, my dearest, not to-to-the other
thing. Shall l tell you?" The girl
turned her face roundto her mother.
"Ycu had better dear, Ishould saw"
Mrs. Lane did not feel calm in her
innermost heart. Mothers get pre-.
sentiments.