The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-10-18
HIS RIVAL

standing, and from which he had been
gazing at a dainty little figure in plain
white lawn that went fitting down the
board walk toward tho beach and the
sparkling waves in the distance. ~
really wish some of our girls in society
were half as pretty, as supplemented,
or as womanly. Girlsp We have no
girls! In society women are only
ladies, and how tired one gets of them!
But pshawi a mar can't marry out of
his set and l must proceed to forget
Miss Amy Fellowes as speedily as
possible, especially as she tells me that
She goes away from here next week,
anyway
And in order to facilitate this effort
of memory Mr.. Lorillard picked up his
hat, crushed it hurriedly on his hand
some blonde head and fastened out
that he might overtake the disappear
ing figure of the pretty girl in white
lawn.
She was picking up pebbles from the
beach and letting the silvery sand slide
through her slender brown fingers
when he camu alongside of her.
.'Is is true that you are really going
to run away from us. Miss Amy, so
soon?" He asked as he flung himself
down on the sand beside her.
Amy Fellowes started slightly, and
her pretty peach-bloom cheek flushed
Il deep pink as she looked up at him
with great gray eyes that were deep
and dark under the shade of her wide
brimmed bat.
Yes" she said. in her simple, direct
manner, my holiday is over. 1t has
been very pleasant-the most SO of any
l have ever known. l never was at the
sea side before, and l am here now
only by the kindness of Miss Gibson.
She was a patient of papa's, you know,
and as she had to stay at our house a
few days after her accident she in
sisted on giving me Il holiday when
she was well enough to come here, be-
cause she fancicd | was tired and
needed it. ! don't know that l did,
for l was not more tired than usual,
and am always busy; but l have Ger
tainly enjoyed my holiday. But
must go home tomorrow, because
mother needs me. Poor, dear mother!
She's more in need of Il holiday than ]
was; and not likely to get it either
she added. with a sigh.
Then, quickly %bethinking herself
that her family affairs might not be in.
teresting to Mr.. L%orillard, she turned
the conversation on other subjects; and
though he would really have preferred
to keep her to the affairs of her own
personal history, Eugene found it I'M
possible to make her talk any further
about herself.
He already knew from Muriel Glib
son, who belonged to his ''set,'
and was, indeed, a far-of cousin, how
she had been thrown from her horse in
front of Dir. Fellowes' house; how she
had suffered severely from her fall
and how %"little Amy" as Miss Gibson
called her, had tended her with tho
devotion of a s~ister-'only no sistcl
was ever so sweet aud unscltish before,
and the patience of an angel; and how
she declared pain, the worry, the ennui
and misery of those three days would
certainly have brought on n brain fcvcl
but for the tact and c%lcvcrnesss of tho
doctors little girl. 1t was but 4 small
return that she was able to make il
carrying off ~''little Amy" for 4 brie
rest beside the summer sea.
AL luls WIS Oh MI. l4hlllluiN , ullHt
ON the next day when he held Amy
brown little hand in saying "Good-by'
to her, and perhaps more as he me
her wistful, farewell glance.
How / wish l might write to yol
occasionally! don't like to think tina
our acquaintance stops here" he said
suddenly lowering his voice, and feel
Tag almost as if some IL else spok'
the words. they came 50 unexpectedly
and he was the moment before so un
conscious of any intention to spcal
them.
30, ! should love tot" exclaimed
Amy, as her peach bloom dccpcned t
q rose-pink. 81 never wrote to
gentleman, and | think il would b.
fun"
And then there was IL piercing shricl
from the stcam-whistlc, Il call of "Al
on board!" and Eugene had just tim,
to press her hand again, to wave hi!
hand in good-by, and hurriclly scram
BILE ovcr the g%ang-plank while it wa
already being drawn away from TIN
moving boat.
81 wonder if | ought to write first,
thought Amy when she had been HON,
about a week. ''But no, that couldn'
be right. for Mr.. Lorillard said he wa
going to the mountains in a few days
and | wouldn't know where to direc
my letter. If he really wants to writ
TO me he knows my address. Pcrhap
it was only just his politeness, after all
City folks are so queer! They seer
to think they must say lots of polit
things they don't mean one bit.
don't think it is really polite ut ALL"
, Aud, with a sudden, ~unaccountabl
!, feeling of depression, Amy began dust
, ing and tidying the little pallor.
1t was the finest little room, bu
had enabled the girl to give it IL touc
of real elegance.
'There's q letter for you, Amy,
] said Dr.. Fellowes that evening as Ii
sat down to tea. II believe Eve bee
carrying it around in my pocket 70
several days. It's such q new thin
for you to have letters that l cam
near forgetting all about it,
: sob, papa, how could you'll" cS
. claimed Amy repIoachfully, as sh
. snatchcd at the letter held out acros
: the tea table.
/ .'Why, child, We're youexpcctingit?
: exclaimed DR.. Fellowes, astonishcd q
her eagcrness.
!. mot exactly expecting it," sal
y Amy, while her color deepened to
crimson blush; "but | rather though
there might be a letter for me-"
. And she hurriedly tucked it into he
J. belt, having first seen that the hane
5 writing was of Il large, bold, masculin
/ sort, while the postmark bore the nam
9 of the mountain region she had hear
Mr.. Lorillard speak of.
I "Well, dear, why don't you read i
> now you've got itP" asked Mrs. Fe
loves.
> There's no h%urry--it will keep
. said Amy, with much apparent carr
p l~essness.
t But her appetite was very SINAI
/, that evening, and she refused all il
I vitations to a second supply of any
9 thing-even the cup of tea, for whic
: she had quite a fine lady's liking; an
: then, with some murmured words {
!, excuse, she at last rose and ran ava
to her own little room, where sh
! locked herself in before opening til
! precious letter.
1t was not a very long letter, nor
| particularly interesting or witty on,