The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-11-01

you have not forgotten It; she would be so
disappointed. Mercy on us, man! what
nave you got theref A dead woman, by all
that's horribler
mo, no, Agnes; / hope not. Help Inc.
All, that is right, Jem. Down, Drift, good
dog; your prize is SAFE"
Slowly the unconscious girl was carried
into the bright stone kitchen, where shining
pans and a blazing fire made the place
bright.
They laid her down In the freglow OH a
rug, and Pierce Penfold knelt beside her
full OF anxiety. Removing the heavy fur
cloak, they found q lovely girl, attired In a
dinner dress Of rich black velvet, cut square
at neck, with elbow-sleeves. She looked
such q dainty lady, lying there with her fair
pale face and haxen hair cleaning in the
tireglow.
Il am afraid she is dead,' said Agnes, all
concern and kindness, touched by the child
like beauty of her face. 1--WE heard rubbing
the body with snow sometimes restores ami
nation. Get some snowi in q bucket, James.
Come, Master Pierce, you had better fetch
some blankets and leave her to me. All the
maids arc asleep, tired out.
Don't go too far away. / shall want you
to carry her to bed il she RECEIVERS. Poor
pretty one! what could have driven her out
on this awful night? Suppose, sir, you fill
the warming-pan with live Goals and warm
a bed for her; no time to be lost. Lordlove
us! she revIves already. Get out, sir, I'll
attend to her. Pretty creature! what would
her mother say to see her now? Bide still,
Drift; you are always poking your nose in
to other peoples business"
The old lady chafed the lovely limbs with
snow till they glowed with rosy life, then
she pulled Swry the wee wraps, covered the
beautiful form, and went off to her bed
chamber, where folded under her pillow
was a nightdress frilled with wide frills and
a huge nightcap to match. These she sue
ceeded in putting upon the pretty stranger
before the steel-blue eyes Enclosed.
Then she gave her warm wine to drink,
forbade her to talk, and after covering her
with a hot blanket, went to call Master
Pierce, who came iu Invested of his outdoor
garments, blowing his fingers, which he lad
succeeded in burning beautifully with the
warming-pan.
Following him came a tiny white-robcd
form, crying:
Papa dear, papa dear, Ally can't sleep
till you cosset her in your arms"
"Drat the chiid! said old Agnes not MI
hiiluiJ BIG . Always oNdhe NuCH We WANT
her asleep
"Oh, papa, what a funny ladyl Where
did you find her?'
I'm a snow-drift, darling. Come, let me
carry you to bed, you will take cold"
Put the child down, Master Pierce, please,
and carry this poor creature up to bed while
she is warm.
"See, she has tainted again; the fire is too
much for her.
"Sit up i'll nurses chair, dearie, while
papa takes the lady upstairs. That's my
w good girl nurse will give her an orange
if she will sit still till papa m back"
Pierce took the beautiful form up in his
strong arms; the soft perfume of her hair
came just under his nose, her pale cheek
was warmed by his breath. He carried her
up the wide oak staircase into n pretty
room, and laid her on a sweet white bed
smelling of lavender.
She opened her eyes as he laid her down,
and the big blue eyes looked up amazed in
to his handsome face. Her childish face
looked so curious in the big white nightcap
that he was bound to smile-such a sweet
kind smile that, seeing it, the girl took com
fort, nestled amid her pillows, and fell
| asleep.