The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-09-20

ing the white, floating 1nist-specters
from their fragrant Businesses with no
more romantic implements than pick.
axes and drain-tles. She and her
nephew had come down to superintend
the operations one evening, when q
laborer came toward them, touchina
his frowsy hat.
please, zuSn said he, s,ers's what
I found under the roots O. that bio
willer tree. 1t is rum zort OF a box.n'
"The ghostm whispered Aunt Va
loncia, giving her nephew,s arm an
excruciating pinch. open it, Chart
do! See, its almost rusted through"
1t was a box of papers, miltewed,
timc-stained, saturated through and
through with an earthly smell-old
lovc-letters addressed to Emily Sea-
cliff, aftcrward Emily Dart, The mother
OF Dianai apparently valucless receipts
and memorandums; q few manuscript
poems; u soiled glove, and a French
han-bon ease into which was rurnpled
up an oblong piece of legal papcr-a
decd of gift from old James Thorpe to
Emily Dart, and her heirs, and assigns
forever, of Vallcythorpe, and all its
Va SlG5.
Charley turned to Aunt Valencia
with wildly scintillating eyes and pale
checks,
Aunt" he said, "you were right.
1t was a ghost, and it has rendered up
Its message from the spirit land. In
one of her troubled brain fits Mrs.
Dart must have hidden away these pa
pers and forgotten to disclose their
whereabouts to any living soul. Diana
was right. also. Valleythorpe is hers,
and l have no more title to it than
yonder farm boy in the highroad."
"And Rufus Miner, of whom you
bought itP" gasped the old lady.
"He had no right to sell what was
not his. This decd OF gift is dated
seven years later than the will under
which he inherited the place. He will
have to refund me the purchase money
of course"
"And that black-eycd, solemn-faced
girl at old Moneypenny's is the heiress
of ValleythorpeP"
"Undoubtedly."
How delightfully."- romanticw lisped
Aunt Valencia.
Diana Dart was feeding the little
yellow goslings in tho early sunshine
OF the morrow morning at the back
kitchen door of the Meneypenny farm
house when Charley Fontaino came
along the winding foot-path. She
looked up with a sudden start.
"You have something to tell me,'
she cried; II see it in your eyes,"
YES" said he. 'Will you have il
all at oncep You are an heiress-
and / am to be turned out OF Valley
thorpe"
And then he related all the particu-
lars.
"Am / to got" he said, quietly.
Diana's shadowy, b%lack-iashed ewes
followed the little goslings as thew
vanished like balls of downy gold into
the tall southern-wood bushes along
the picket fence.
No" said she. "Why should you
go? Valleythorpe is your ownpn
No. Diana; it is yours
what is mine is yours also,n muir
INJURED Diana, in a still lower voice,
Tiff you will take it."
"Diana-my own darling! But YOU
would not take it from me.h
But" whispered Diana, "can't YOU
see that this is quite differently
And she burst into ashower of happy
tears, with her face hidden against his
breast"
81 do love you" she sobbed, "I do
love you! And l have loved YOU all
along, only-only l was too proud to
own it.n
So Mr.. Fontaine staid on at Velley.
thorpe after all, and Aunt Valencia
persists to this day that there was a
genuine ghost in the laburnum walk.
"And it has never come back, poor
thing" said she; ''because it has de.
livered its message from the othe,
world"
Because l have had the swampy
hole thoroughly Drained" says Fon.
tame, the iconoclast
"Ali the same" chirps Aunt valen.
cha, you must own that the whole &C,
o%nrrence is delightfully."- romantic
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