The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1888-08-10

ed silk dress, went about Ike ;.;-
tumn leaf in a high wind. Tire %'sri,v.
bag circulated from hand A Hand, car
rying, as is th3 wort of these institu-
!ions, Il little current of merriment ana
laughter in its wake. Georgia drew u
c~igar-case, Mr.. Mott became the pro-
prietor of a rag-doll, and Miss Orinthia
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 lips, aud looked ready
cry, and feigncd merry little rip
pie OF laughter, all i'll one and the same
breath.
why don't that horrid old maid
keep away from Georgia Arlington"
thought our disconnected hero. ''She
looks ike Il dried up bunch OF raisins
beside y cluster of blooming Isabella
~yrape>.'
And. watching his opportunity, he
slipped tnrongh the crowd and edged
mp la the table where Georgia was sell
ing p%in-cn,hions and tape trimmings at
an g orhitant price.
Georgia. he whispered seftly,
'.Gcorgiu."
But she turned her head haughtily
away.
'Pleasc to excuse me, Mr.. Mott" she
said, cooliy.
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 demand
ed, rather unwillingly.
"Just outside the door, one minute"
whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly.
'lt is not in the tumult OF n common
crowd that such words should be spok-
cn!''
"What words? l haven't an idea
what You meant" cried the young
man.
Orinthia drew him into tho hall, her
head dropped on his shoulder.
yes" she faltcrcd, "yesi How
could you for q moment doubt itr'
doubt what? Excuse inc, Miss
Brown, but i think your wits are for
saking YOU" said Gilbert Mott, striv-
inc to extricate himself from the dam
sells grasp.
Colbert, would you, then, be false to
me?:" sobbcd Orinthia. with tho dawn
ing symptoms of Mysteries.
Il. False to you!' echoed our hero.
"Aiss Brown, will you be so good as to
tell me at once, and plainly, what you
are talking aboutp"
lrintbia Prown.c co11ow chaal.c rod
dcncd-her eyes sparklcd ominously, las
she drew from her pocket the precious
missive.
'.Do you mean 10 say, sir, that you
didn't write hisletterp" she demanded.
Gilbert took the letter and scrutinised
it closely.
'Ycs, of course, Lwrote the %letter!''
Then, dearest -"
stop, though" he interrupted, fran:
tically. ut wasn't to you!"
Not TO mepH
NO. Do you suppose l want to mar.
ry you.n
Miss Orinthia uttered 4 shrill shrek
but the next moment she was alone.
Gilbert Mott had vanished.
For the matter was growing serious
up". II bSoiGla were 10 Uc WOn, Su(
must be Won at once, before Fate con
spired with any other old maid to de.
priye him of her coveted love.
"~Georgia," lie said, planting himsel
~tesolntely beside her. Il have goj
something l wish to say to YOU"
You had u great dealb better say it t.
your beloved Miss Orinthia," sale
Georgia, tossing her tlaxen curls.
''But she isn't my beloved Miss Grin
tlia,n cried Gilbert.
Il suppose you will be denying you
own handwriting next" said Georgia
Indignantly. "Rutil's of no use;
saw the letter myself"
But. Georgia, the letter was writer
to you"
''ll,en," said Georgia, Frightening
up q little, chow did she get itP"
That's just what ! can't compre
hend myself" said Gilbert; ''but on,
thing ! am very certain of love you
and you alone, and | won't leave yo,
until you tell he whether the love is re
turned"
Aud he did not; neither WASH it neces
sary for him to stay there very long.
Bat to this day nobody, save Billy
the irrerres lble, knows exactly hoy
Gror@ia's letter came into Miss Grin
tina Browns hands.