The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-11-22

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her away
ably handsome, shrank back, her dark eyes
flashing angrily.
Dorothy fastened to her room, trying as
she went to soothe Ally's terror.
The child was shaking with fear, and. as
If 1t were contagious, Dorothy trembled TOO,
and felt afraid Of she knew not what. She
wished the night had passed, and decided
to keep Ally up till about nine, and then 70
to bed with her.
While she was dressing, she gave the
child her beautiful cross to play with to
quiet her, and old Agnes tapped at the door.
Come n" said Dorothy, pausing, brush
In hand, just as she was about to smooth
Ally's dark curls.
Il have come to fetch Miss Ally. Jane
wants to battle her early, as she and a friend
are going to Cardiff to SEQ the circus to-
night"
u will battle her and put her to bed,
Agnes"
ut will be troubling you too much, Miss
Snow. Come, Ally, don't keep Jane wait
ing"
mo, Ally, you must not go. Pardon me,
Agnes, but Ally is in my charge, and it is
my pleasure to attend to her"
Like a n%ursemaid," said Agnes a trife
insoleatly.
MY dignity cannot suffer in your masters
service. l have decided. You need not
wait"
Agnes went away, silent but wrathful.
The woman still waited in the hall.
1T Is no use, my dear, you can't see the
child tonight. The governess, as she styles
herself, won't allow the child to leave hers
second. Masters orders, like cnough.o
Curse him!'
Hush, my girl! someone will hear you.
Remember curses, like chickens, come home
to roost."
The woman looked dreadfully disappoint-
ed, and bit her nails viciously.
But 1 go away early in the morning, we
perform at Gloucester in two days time, so
l shall not be able to see Ally again. 1t is
hard l may not have access to my own
child"
ut is hard, 1 grant you, Alison; but you
brought the punishment on YOURSELF"
II have a good mind to take her away by
force. She is but a baby, l have a right to
herr
You forfeited that right when you wrong.
ed her father. Surely you would not make
him suffer more than he has done already?
He dotes OIL the child; her loss would drive
him mad"
Il wish it would. I'd have him writhe in
torlnents. Ihate himp
"Youc cruel woman, Alison! He is right
to keep the child from You, if he wants to
make a good woman of her."
Hell never do that, she has got toomuch
of the wild gypsy blood i'll her veins. She
is the very spit of father"
"Niore's the pity. What my sister, poor
soul, could see in that man, l can't make
out"
Don't speak against father, aunt, or l
shall hate you. He is good to NE, whom all
the world %reviles; no is proud of his hand
some girl, as he calls me-"
Handsome is rs handsome does, to my
thinking. 1t is a rough night and bitterly
cold: shall l get you something before you
venture out"
No; l want nothing but SIGHT of my
! child. Food or drink under this roof would
choke me. I'll 60 and sit by the fire, though;
it is cold, it cuts one to the heart"
Alison followed Agnes down to a COSY
room, which was called the housekeeYe;.s
parior. Alison took off her hat, a SNOWY
arrangement of feathers and velvet, and re-
moved her long ~sealskin mantle.
Seen by the bright light, she was a grand
creature, a fine animal, perfectly formed,
but devoid of soul.
The olive shin flashed into pomegranate
bloom on her cheek; her great black eyes
flashed in liquid light; her hair was thick
shining like black satin, and had beautiful
waves Iii it.
She smoothed it with a plump white hand
flashing with Jewels. A square mirror, in a
black carved frame, hung over the mantel-
piece.
She took a flame-colored handkerchief
from her neck and tied it over her head
with a gay laugh, and turned to the old wo-
mar who was watching, and said:
Tell your fortune, pretty lady. only cross
the poor gipsy's hand with a bit of silver.
That's the style, you see" aunt; I've not for
gotten the tricks of the trader
Trust you to forget anything youought
gypsy, though. Your father did hope to
make a lady Of you'll by sending youto board
ing-school and keeping you clear of the
circus"
Why should not gypsy be a lady, l
should like to know?7"
Because they are the v~agabonds of the
earth. You can no more make gcntlefolks
of them than you can make a black man
white"
There now, be quiet, or you'll make me
angry. can be pretty spiteful when my
temper's up, | can tell you"
u know it to my sorrow. Have you seen
Jem lately"
No; where is hep" F.
II has gone to London to bring down a
new cob the master has bought. Master is
fast growing a rich man, he knows how to
invest his money!
Yes, he is slrewd enough: he was only
hoodwinked once, and that was when he
made Alison Lee, Alison Penfold. Lord
what a life l led him. l wonder he keeps
you and Jem on; he must know my mother
was YOU sister"
Yes, he knows; but he is a just mar, and
does not visit your sin on innocent heads.
He knows Jem and ] serve him faithfully
II can twist Jem round my little finger
Leave Jem alone, you're no honestman's
cattle"
Keep civil, old girl, or the next time you
go to Cardiff Dock to see Jem's father, you'll
get a ducking: there are plenty out there
ready TO do my bidding"
Il am not afraid; The Lord will look after
his own"
Don't cant. You've got piety enough
for a regiment of soldiers"
Alison threw herself into a cosy armchair,
pulled out a tiny case Of cigarettes, lighted
one, and puffed the smoke out in a big blue
cloud, looking SO insolently beautiful that
the old lady could but admire while she con-
demned her.
Meanwhile Ally and Dorothy had eaten
their dinner and sat before the fire in q bic
chair reading fairy-tales. The room was
warm and bright, and after a while Ally
coaxed Dorothy to sing "Froggy would a
wooing CO." then, 'vTen Little NiggerS,''
and still the little voice pleaded, go on"
Dorothy sang a lot of nursery-rhymes and
then, coming to the end of her resources,
thought of the Duchess's song in "Alice in
Wonderland" and sang brightly.
Someone outside the room joinedin the
chorus, and Drift reused up and stalked to
the door with a growl.
Dorothy got up and opened the door; she
could hear the swish of silken garments.
None of the maids wore silk. Who could il
be?
IF it were one of the maids dressed NJ
for an evening out, it was very rude of her
to mimic me" thought poor perplexed Dor.
othy.