The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-10-22

which swung paper bags filled with
dried herbs, spearmint, boneset, PEN
neroyal, all diffusing pleasant odor
through the garnet, which Miss Gynthy
thought more agreeable than the
huge bowls OF steaming hot herb tea,
which Miss Sabra always made her
swallow. her feetin pail OF hot water
meanwhile, whenever she took cold.
Two large wooden chests stood fer
back under the ewes, so large that
they could never have been brought
up the narrow stairs, but must have
been built where they stood. In them
were piles OF old papers, years upon
years Of Springfield Republicans and
Massachusetts Plowmans. "Oid Farm
ers' Almanacs" for more than half a
century, aud there were carefully
cherished pile of Journals OF the
House containing the doings OF the
legislature when Squire Marcy rep
resented the town"
Miss Cynthy gave pitiful look into
chest and then sat down in a basket
OF neatly-sown carpet.rags and began
to cry. "Oh, Sabra," she sobbed,
GIVE been used to seeing these things
all my life. Seems as if it would break
my heart to part with them. I've a
great mind to bring in q bill"
"Cynthy," said Miss Sabra, "this iS
foolishness. There's no use in givin'
way so. We can't help ourselves"
"Well," said Miss Cynthy, extricat-
ing herself from the carpet rags and
wiping her eyes, "what shall we do
first?'
An old spinning wheel, which had
stood for years i'll its own nook, rest
ing after long service in spinning yarn
for blankets and stockings to keep
the Marcys warm, quivered little as
ii with grief at the coming change, and
the cradle, wherein allthe little Marcys
had been rocked, rocked gently once
more in q deprecatory way as the
sisters turned towards the closet,
where one or two trunks more precious
than the rest, were kept.
~ thought we'd better look over
mother S things first, said Miss Sabra,
opening the shutters and letting in a
flood Of Autumn sunshine. A faint
odor OF camphor and cedar and pun
gent spices filled the closet, tor this
was the storeroom for winter clothing
in summer. The sisters cloaks and
woolen dresses hung on the wall.
Broad shelves, piled with homemade
blankets and patchwork quilts and
comfortables, filled one side OF the
little apartment, and in a bandboS
in one corner, carefully wrapped in
linen and packed away in red pepper
and camphor, were the sisters furs,
the one spontaneous gift their father
had ever given them. For Miss Sabra's
aud Miss Cynthy's wearing apparel
usually represented sundry sacrifices
OF eggs and poultry and fresh butter,
exchanged at the village store for
something to wear. But once, when
the old gentleman had made an ex-
ceptionally good sale OF his fat cattle,
he openLd his heart and purse strings
and presented his daughters each with
set OF gray squirrel furs, more pre-
clous in their eyes than sealskin or
sable.
"Well, Cynthy," said Miss Sabra,
"this is the trunk OF mothers things.
We'd better open it to see that there's
nothing else in it, and then we'll take
it down stairs and look the things
over. Isuess they're all right, but it,
went through them"
little hair trunk studded with brass
nails, fitted the key in the rusty lock
and with some difficulty raised the
lid. The clothing, yellow with age, lay
neatly folded, with leaves OF Sweet
Mary" scattered through it to give it
pleasant odor. But upon the top
lay folded paper. long and blue, with
a formidable air Of business about it.
"Why, sister" said Miss Cynthy,
"what is that"
81 don't know" said Miss Sabra,
Pnder her breath. ~ never put it
there. Pm most afraid to touch it. I"
But Cynthy, more impulsive than
Sabra, had already seized and opened
it. She whitened to her lips.
"Sabra," she whispered, ''it's a
will!'
"Then," said Miss sabra, eve
mustn't look at it. We must 90 and
give it to Mr.. Denison right away and
let him read it first. II we 60 right Off
now, we can get there in time to see
him when ho comes home to dinner. !
SO the sisters put'on their sun-bon7
ilSbo tliiA NCip NloSS lolS
the fields to Mr.. Denison's house,
climbing fences and opening heavy
gates, taking with them the mysteri-
Gus document which was of such ter
rible moment to them. 1t was duly
delivered to Mr.. Denison and the sto;
ry OF its discovery told. "And what
ever could have possessed father to
put it in there is smore than lean tell, 4
added Miss Sabra
But Mr.. Dennison was already alb
sorbed in reading the will and hardly
listened to Miss Sabra's story. They.
waited breathlessly, trembling in ev-
cry limb, wondering what was coming
to them, not daring to hope for good
fortune. But presently Mr.. Denison
turned on them beaming face, say
ing:
"That is all right. 1t is duly signed
and witnessed and | am the executor.
You are given the use OF the real es-
tate for yourlives oruntil you marry"
Miss Cynthy blushed-" "and the
stock and furniture and farming uten-
sils are given you outright. Now we'll
have it probated right away. And |
must say Pm glad OF this. It's just
as it should be"
Miss Cynthy broke down and cried
like q child, and Miss Sabra's eyes
were full of tears as she said: "Now,
Cynthy, amt you glad wedidn't bring
in a bill?"-Juia A. Sabine in Spring
field Republican.
Women Will Travel.
From the Detroit Free Press.