The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-12-03
said Miss veryain, win ! loss s. her

said Miss veryain, with q Toss 81 heP
head.
He smiled . shrswd. sagacious
smile.
"As to that, said he, Opinions may
perhaps differ" and he followed Mrs.
Mkt into the kitchen.
Clara Vervain took her seat com.
placently at the table.
These people will begin after a
while to comprehend the difference
between a lady and a shop-girl.n said
she. at is quite evident that they are
not favored with many travellers"
Halt an hour afterward, as tho old
man in a s~nuff-colored suit was step
ping into a plain little carriage, a soft
hand touched his sleeve, and turning
he found himself looking into Lucy
Yervain's troubled brown eyes.
well, my dear" said he, kindly.
"What is it?"
Ill only wanted to beg your par
don, sir" faltered the little brunette.
II am sure my sister did not mean to
hukt-your feelings, and"
~ am sure, at all events, that YOU
did not" said the old man, kindly.
"And l dare say that your sister will
be wiser one of these days"
And thus speaking, he nodded good
humoreAly and drove away.
1t was nearly dark. however, before
the clumsy caryall which was to con
yey the two New York ladies to their
destination arrived, and they entered
it.
ITO Cliff Hail." said Miss Eervain.
haughtily, rs she leaned back in the
seat and settled her skirts languidly
about her.
"Cliff Hallw said Mr.. Mkt, staring.
"You don't never mean as You're
going to Cliff Hall?" echoed Mrs.
Mkt.
II think we have considerably as
tonished these good people," said Miss
Vcrvain, with a smile, as they ratified
away from the door.
~ only hope our Uncle Cliff will re-
ceive us kindly" sighed poor Lucy.
Cliff Hall was a substantial old man
sion, built of gray stone with u sue
cession of terraces falling down the
mountain side and exquisit groups of
statiary half-h;dden in the forest trees,
and the lights We're already beginning
to CLEAN Hospitality along its front as
thc drove up. An old man-servant
opened the outside door lust far
enough to reveal the CHEEKY glow of a
wood fire and the deep tints of u Grim
son Administer carpet within.
as my Uncle Cliff at home" said
Miss Vervain, with an air and 4 grace.
MIR. Cliff is-ay, men," answered
the servant, with 4 strong Scotch ac-
cent.
Tell him his nieces from New York
are herc-the Misses Vervain," said
Clara, us she swept into the ante
chamber.
As she entered an old man dressed
in snuif-brown rose from before the
blazing logs.
my nieces from New York, ell?"
said Caleb Cliff. "They are welcome
And to Miss Vervain's surprise and
dismay she found herself face To face
with the old man of the Catskill way
side inn.
you are astonished?" said he,
slightly arching his brows. $50 am l.
1t is not always best to judge by APP
pculauCCS. SlI uuHH. 10
the servant, "set dinner be served"
Miss Clara Vcrvain left Clir Hall the
next morning, with all her bright an-
ticipations shattered to tho dust. But
little brown-faced Lucy staid TO keep
house for her uncle.
"She's too genteel for us, isn't she?:"
chuckled old Caleb Cliff, as the car.
riage drove away which was to carry
Miss Clara Vervain to tho New York
station.
Clara went back to her teaching,
and if the bitter tears of %repentant
modification can wash out the past,
that day in Catskills would have been
erased long ago.
"If ! had only known who he was"
said Miss Vervain.
Alas! this world is full of "ifs."-
n. Y. Clipper.