Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1891-08-28

No; you would expect ma IN .n.o.
t .aln you, and that would be too muob
your" '1ou4o entertain
"You cannot"
"Why?"
.. You could tell me nothing new, You
IRE only crucible for converting bale,
o. cloth into the precious ore that ail
.ue wor1o goes mad after. No doubt
= you are all very we'll in your way. but
tnete are alchemists who could trans
NIUE , our hum-drum, daily life into
golden verse or heavenly thought. To
such one might listen. but Won and
l have nothing in common" '
N Not even our humanity ?" asked Sol.
Inc stern face of the young girl soft.
eneo little. but only for moment,
NO., she answered angrily, mot even
that. l, you know, am made of the
Inferior clay, you of the pure porcelain.
70 you not remember how even good.
Kind Aunt Hester told you there were
no young ladies with her. onlv the
seamstress? You are slightly bored
already and think me odd enough to
amuse you for awhile, but if some of
those gay ladies-among whom I hear
you are such great favorite-were to
come here, you would not even know
me. Good evening, sir"
What furious little radical! !"
though t SOL, with an uneasy laugh, as
he Watched her retreating figure.
After all, he was not quite sure that
she had not spoken the truth. If the
calico frock had been a hounced silk.
tor instance, how many degrees more
deferential would have been his manner
IN presenting the cherries?
Query the second.
1t the calico frock had been walking
down Broadway about 4 o'clock in the
afternoon, would he, Solomon Griggs,
of Griggs, Makem g. Co.. as willingly
escort it as across those green fields,
where, if the robins and blue birds did
make remarks, it was in their own Ian.
guage?
Sol couldn't answer the questions sat
isfactorily. but he went to bed and
dreamed all night of the little Diogenes
in her calico frock.
That week and the next he waited
patiently for the first glimpse of that
remarkable garment coming around
the corner, but in vain. And when, in
such very careless manner that it was
quite remarkable, he wondered audibly
where that odd little girl lived whom
he saw on the eve of his arrival" Aunt
Hester answered drily:
Away up-thereabouts," pointing
with her hand.
She boarded, she believed, with some
queer sort of folks there though, TO,
that matter, she was queer enough her
self. And this was absolutely all she
would say on the subject.
The next day Sol took itupon himsel
to wander up that way, whereabouts,
and was rewarded with glimpse of til,
calico frock going through broker
gate, and, following it closely, came VI
with the wearer as she was about to en-
ter the dllapidated front door, at whicl
piece of impertinence she was so mucl
incensed as to turn very red, while tear
actually started to her eyes.
"What do you want?" she inquired
sharply enough.
"To see you" replied Sol, who, take,
by surprise, could think of nothing bu
the truth.
well, you have seen me; now got
But it's warm day. and I am yer,
tired"
"You might ask me to walk in and 81
down, if you were not as hard-hearte
as Huron"
"This is not my house."
@You would, then, if it were.
II don't say that"
well, then, I am thirsty; give me
glass of water"
"There is the we'll, and an iron Gu
fastened to it by q chain; help your
SELF"
"You inhospitable little misanthrope
But she was gone; and the next tim
he inquired for her, Aunt Hester toll
him, with malicious twinkle of tn
eye. that she had gone to the city to fin
work.
Perhaps the good soul had bee
troubled with visions of q future Mrs
Griggs, and was not altogether dis
pleased that an ineurmountable barrie
was placed between shat odd Racine
Hart and her nephew Sol, who was
good boy, but didn't know the ways
women"
Be that as it may. her Joy was shortl
turned into mourning, for Solomon re
ceived dispatches requiring his in
mediate presence in the city. At leas
so he said, for Aunt Hester was immo,
able in her conviction that that Rache
was somehow at the bottom of it. Sh
even limited as much to Sol when b
babe her good-by; but he only laughe
and told her to take care of herself.
After all, business could not hav
been so very pressing, as he spent til
greater portion of his time wanderin
through the lanes and back streets, nj
unfrequently dashing down alleys wit
the inexplicable exclamation of "That
her!" from whence he always returne
very red in the face and sheepish in e.
preston.
Tbroo roontha had passed aWay whe