The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-10-31

of Tom, would youp His idea was Il
have n "higi, art table, covered witt
pIaques, tiles. statuet.es. and old-fash.
ioned bric-a-brac. was TO take
Charge OF it, in an aesthetic dress. W.
are not quite educated up to high arr
in Downingvilie yet. but Tom and
went up to Aunt Mays in New York
and studied up"
wish you could see my dress! Pale
blue, with a broad border of needle
work 6owers-like those the twenty
maidensn wear in ''Patiepce.n They
may laugh at it rs much rs they please.
but those dresses were simply lovely.
Mine was a success. | never dreamed
! was half SO good-looking. You kaow
my hsir is very long and thick. and ]
let it fall loosely waved, with gold
bands on the head. My shoulders and
arms were bare, and the dress fell
from a band across the shoulders, un-
confined ut the waist.
But Toms idea was not solely cen.
tered upon me or the table. You have
heard often enough of his great churr
and friend, Dick Stokes, who consider.
himself a p%oet-painter, and. Tom says,
has gone 10 soul" for lack of brains.
Tom, between ourselves is half Jealous
of him. for he is very handsome, and
the girls rave about him. l had never
seen him, and Tom brought me a lot
OF newspapers with his poems in them
and took me to see the picture he had
painted. exhibited in a store on Broad
way. Tom says the Academy would
not have it.
l IA pledged to captiyate Mr..
Stokes. and 0 Sue! Didn't l roll ur
my eyesp didn't | ..atiunc' my voice
to its most melodious accentsp Didn't
l quote the horrible trash l had com
mitted to memory for the purpose, with
such emphasis that i fairly pounced
upon the telling words? Didn't | make
an idiot of myself all around. as Tom
saysP
1t was great fun, but the best of il
was that l actually made Tom believe
that in playing with edged tools l had
been wounded. ALI the n home
from the fair l raved about AL gernon's
beautiful cyes-true poets eyes!
quoted his remarks. | expressed n de.
sire to see the last exquisite produc.
ton of his gifted pencil.
Sue. Tom was not green with jeal-
ousy, but purple. l thought he would
have a fit on the porch! And so-well,
no matter about that! 1t was all right
when he left me.
But to-day's mail brought me a proof
OF my conqnest-poem-not, one but
hall Il dozen-to my eyes, to my hair,
to my smile! Never, never would
have believed such fearful stuff could
have been written with such rapidity,
but for the proof before me. Fancy
some twenty effusions such as this:
Soulful do!eful, mystic maiden.
With thy fair brow genius lnden,
Maid OF beauty. maid of song.
Leave the uncongeniat tlirong;
Priestess OF Il poets theme,
GODDESS of an artists dream,
Bend to listen to my Tyre.
Deign my pc Gil to inspire;
Tune my soul TO %ecstacy,
Doieful, soulful Marjorie!'
I was Marjorie for that and
l can not deny that l was dolefuI. Blu,
did you ever?
The fair was n great success, and ]
have carefully packed my lovely, love-
ly dress for some future occasion. Mr..
Stokes has asked permission to call.
Come and make me a long visit. Sue,
and you may wear my blue cashmere
and try to captivate him. His uncle
left him a handsome fortune. and Tom
says he is a iirst-rnte fellow, but he
does act like an idiot just now. Al
any rate, you can have a bushel or two
OF sonnets written to Your eyebrows,
for you are fifty times prettier than ]
am, and in that blue cashmere YOU
would caplivate a heart of stone. ]
know it all! Come and try! Lovingly.
Mag.
TOMS SIDE.
Mag wants me to tell my side of that
swindle we played on poor Stokes.
Dicks Il good fellow. with too much
money. III Dick had TO work he'd not
run off into f~al-lals.
Mag and l wanted to tease him. SO
Mag made herself bewitching-and OIL
how betwitching she wasi | intro.
duced Dick. and Dick fell In love on
the spot. head over heels. heels over
head. But didn't calculate upon be-
ing pcstered to take Dick to call on
Maggie, and well. I didn't want
him hanging around her. Dicks u
superbly handsome fellow, and some
how, though any other man would
look like 4 fool in the nrlislic(P) dress
he wears, he looks like a poet and an
artist.
Mag said / was very rude not I'd
bring him, and declared he filled her
ideal of manly beauty tt q dot. Be-
tween them they badgered me so that
ut last | sat an evening and Mag prom
ised to be ut home.
Mag says | am jealous. and perhaps
am. but confess to a~tlesire To choke
Dick when | went to his room to ac-
company him to my aunt's house. Such
q get-np! can't describe the dfess in
the aesthetic iargcn, but | was not too
blind to see that Dick was simply
stunning. Then l imagined Mag in
that ''b~ewitching" costume-rolling
her eyes at him, quoting his doggerel,
raving about his daubs-and working
myself up to a savage frenzy by tho
time rang the door-bell.
The piano was crashing Under heavy,
horrible banging. and Mag WAS sing
ing--ho s%creeching Il comic song-in
VIC WIZ VI IL 1 never
imagined that Mag could make such
ear.splitting yclls.
We went in. Was tl,at-could that
be Mag at the piano, 1 asked myself.
Her hair vas frizzIed and banged aud
up to nm outrageous height. Herdress
was of pea-green silk, short, trimmed.
fringed. bugled, and made in the latest
fashion. A scarlet bow at the throat,
blue ribbons ut the hair, and a yellow
belt completed the bewildcring rain
bow. I could have fallen Mt Mays
feet to tell her how l admired her line
OF strategy.
why, how dye doPn she cried.
I'm awful glad to see you'll Sit down,
do! Myl wasn't it awful at that fair,
Mr.. Stokese You see | was to do the
whot-d'ye-call='em- girl, and
oh, my. gracious, what uphill work it
was. You don't catch me in that
scrape ngainr
Dick fairly gasped. but Dick is a
gentleman, and with a fine courtesy
that belongs to him made himself
agreeable. though l am sure he was
groaning in spirit.
But he gave Way when hc s,u ,,non