The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-05-07
that, and he even stroked her hair as
he bade her good night.

that, and he even stroked her hair as
he bade her good night.
1t was a radiant Nab who was
watching for Uncle Powell next morn
ing, as he drove up with his portman-
teau. The passengers on the Padding
ton platform looked half curiously
and half admiringly at the bright face
peeping out from the pretty shady
hat. No little brook puzzled faster
than Nab talked all the way to Ok
ford.
But she grew more sober when they
reached their destination. AS no one
expected them, there vas NO one, of
course, to meet them at the station.
Nab, who was yearning for a sight OF
Owens bright boyish face, felt unreal
sonably damped at this. And there
was a further disappointment in store
for her, for when after luncheon, they
went straight to Magdalen in search
OF him, the young undergraduates
room was empty.
ooh, l forgot" exclaimed Nab, with
a sad droop of the lip; "it is the flow
er-show at Worcester, and OF curse
he has taken them there"
"Never mind; we will charter a fly
and follow them" returned Uncle
Powell, briskly, not liking to see the
cloud or the girls face; but she bowed
her head disconsolately at this.
ave have no tickets; we should not
be admitted; all that has to be ar
ranged beforehand"
And then she said, with an effort,
but very sweetly:
"Never mind, dear Uncle, we shall
find Owen by and by; and | am glad
to see his rooms. How pretty and
cosy he has made them! The scout
says he is expecting some people to
tea. Do you think" rather timidly,
"that we might walk about a little,
and come back later on?"
And as Uncle Powell pronounced
this an excellent idea, Nab adjusted
her hat, and they sauntered out to-
gether, turning their stepsin the direc-
ton of Addison's Walk.
The Templetongirls were not enjoy
ing themselves this afternoon. In the
first place, it was rather hot, and
Aunt Selma was tired. Then Owen
was in one OF his sulky moods, and
had not offered to introduce any of
his friends. He hadturned rusty from
the moment that he had met them at
the station and found Nab was not
with them.
"What a shame, leaving that poor
little thing alone at homel" he had
blurted out. 81 call that confound-
eddy hard of you won EN-"
"Hush! Aunt Selma will hear you!"
demonstrated Violet, rather alarmed
at this tragical vehemence.
II don't care who hears me-" retort-
ed Owen. 'That is so like you girls!
You are always putting on Nab, just
because you know you cannot either
of you hold a candle to her." Which
was rude, to say the least of it; but
then brothers will be rude sometimes,
in spite OF Oxford training.
To add to their discontinue, Ned
Beauchamp had come up to them a
little eargerly, and had at once ques-
toned them about Nab.
81 don't see your sister, but she is
here OF course trying to speak as if
the questions were OF no moment to
him, but flushing over hir own words
like a girl; but Pauline, who was too
self-absorbed to be observant, return
ed, quite carelessly:
"Mab is at home at Portchester
Terrace; there was no thought OF her
coming. What a curious orchid, Nh.
Beauchamp; | have never e one like
that before"
Ned Beauchamplooked at the orchid
and said a civil word ortwo, and then
detached himself from the party with
a muttered excuse; he had only Just
come to show himself; it was awfully
hot; he must go back and work.
"Helloa! why is Ned Beauchamp
taking himself OFF, exclaimed Mr..
Templeton in surprise, as he Joined
his eldest daughter; but Pauline only
shrugged her shoulders and looked
amazed.
g don't know, papa; he seems to be
a little odd and bearish to-day! He
used to be pleasant enough when he
stayed at Portchester Terrace; but
young men will give themselves airs
sometimes"
"And so will youngladies, mydear,"
returned her father, rather malicious
ly. "Well, well, young people must
manage their own affairs. Anyhow
Ned Beauchamp is a capital fellow,
and worth little trouble. Why, he
has fifteen hundred a year of his own
now, and when his uncle dies he will
have as much again. So you and
Violet had better do your best, con-
tinued MI. Templeton, withthe heavy
raillery with which certain men OF a
n n n ,ea op1iI,.o 11x,N - ~l
When Ned Beauchamp had made
that excuse about his work, he had
lost himself at once among the crowd
near the entrance gate. Flowers were
all very we'll, but he had no longer any
heart for them. Nab had played him
false.
People looked after the tall, broad.
skouldered young fellow, with his
handsome, moody face, and many
would have greeted MIN, but he looked
neither to the right nor left. There
was a dull heavy pain In his
heart, a sense OF humiliation and
defeat that vas driving him nearly
wild. A sweet, girlish face had be-
witched him; he was ready to give all
he had in the world-not only his
money, but himself and his honest,
manly heart-to this girl, and she
wanted none OF it. She had promised
to come-at least, if silence gives con-
sent--and now she had played him
false; his wishes were nothing to her;
he had told her he should know what
to think. Well, h knew what to think
now!
So the foolish young fellow argued
with himself, never dreaming in his
mans philosophy that possibly there
He had reached Magdalen Cloisters
by this time, but the thought of work
was odious to him, so he turned
through the inner gate into the