The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-09-10

avenue, q gentleman we'll known IN
the social and commercial circles OF
the metropolis, was approached upon
the street late Yesterday afternoon by
a well dressed young man of prepos-
sesslns appearance and insinuating
manners 1T was the old story OF
cool, calculating villainy laying its
snares to entrap the uuwary, but, for
tunately, i'll this instance, which it is
to be regretted is SO seldom the case,
he had mistaken his man.
| MIR Green, with that shrewd intel.
1 ilgence and keen sagacity for which he
ls so noted, soon detected the in.
famous designs which lay hidden be-
meath the smiling exterior and plausi-
BILE language of the scoundrel, one OF a
class which is becoming al larminply nu-
merous in this city.
"He promptly handed him over to
a policeman. His prompt action in
thus making q public example OF the
fellow, richly deserves and will receive
the heartily commentator and thanks
OF the entire community"
That day Theophilus Green trod
the streets like a hero, and returned
late in the afternoon to his dinner,
still wearing the air OF conqueror.
just as they had comfortably seat
ed themselves at table the door OF
the room was quietly opened, and a
young man appeared upon the thresh-
hold. He paused moment, and
then exclaimed, in a clear, ringing
voice:
"Why, Aunt Maria, how do you do?"
"Why, Arthur, dear boy!" and in a
moment more Mrs. Green had sprung
up from the table and they were
clasped in each others arms. Mr..
Green was quite right. Arthur had
"turnea up"
Hey! what! how! well, I'll be
hab-"here something seemed to i'm
pede Mr.. Green's articulation, for he
suddenly became speechless.
81 thought I'd take you by surprise,
aunt, laughed Arthur.
tlt WAS quite evident that he had
taken his uncle by surprise at all
events.
"Why don't you speak to Arthur,
Theophilus?" said his wife, turning
toward him, "instead OF sitting there
and rolling your head about like a
Chinese Mandarin, and looking all the
world as if you We're going to have an
apoplectic fit? Whatalls your Don't
you know your own nephew?'
But Mr.. Green still seemed to be
lost in kind of dazed contemplation
OF his nephew's person. Oncehe open
ed his mouth as if to speak, but
apparently the effort was to much for
him, for still he gazed in stupifed as
tonishment without uttering a word.
''What-you don't mean toto say
that you you really are Arthur" at
last stammered the old gentleman.
Gracious heavens9" he exclaimed
aghast at the sudden horrible idea,
land it has got into the papers and ]
shall become the laughing stock OF the
whole community?"
"Never mind, uncle, I'll forgive you,"
said Arthur.
"What does this all mean?" cried
Mrs. Green in q tone OF extreme won.
der, and the good old lady looked as
if she thought they had both taken
leave OF their senses
'1t means, my dear" said her hus.
band, who had by this time recovered
his equanimity, "that am a fabber.
saint"
Ii MIR. Green really imagined that he
could, satisfactorily to his own con
science relieve himself OF all respon,
sibility for his humlliating bunder he
had probably come to the conclusion
by this time that his attempt in that
direction would end in a lamentable
failure, for he wisely forbore to pursue
the subject.
"1f you please, uncle" laughed Ar
!. thur, II will take my revenge out o.
4 your dinner, for really I'm as hungry
as a hunter, and you know | needn' t
tell you that have Jared neither very
beautifully nor sumptuously in my
lodging house. But as all is forgiven
let all be forgotten.
But his good aunt could not deny
herself the luxury OF a parting shot.
"les, Arthur, you are a saint. As
for you, Mr.. Grsen, l never before
realized how truly worthy you were Of
| your name"
From that day Mr.. Theophilus
Green became an altered man For
two whole months he absented him.
self from his club, where the affair
leaked out and became the standing
joke Of the season. There is one topic
which he would rathernot talk about,
to which, indeed, he evinces the most
decided repugnance, and that is the
subject of tbDDkO SfpararS -