The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-06-18
"Yery well, Mrs. lYornhy.n

| very well, Mrs. lY0rnby."
The little governess accepted the fiat CALM
ly, for the absence of hope teaches endur-
ance; and then she went out with her pupils
and paced the park, where the glory of the
sunlight was falling like a bencdiction, and
wondered why she had ever had the burden
uf life cast on her.
Meantime Mrs. Tom, Indifferent to the fact
that she had pushed heaven further into tho
background of a desoate life, was writing q
gushing letter to her dear brother vt Fair
Wow.
1t was a not afternoon In early July; there
was rot a cloud In the lofty dome of the sky,
and the few trees dotted along the dusty
highway flung denseshadows here and there,
while in the distance the heat seemed to set
the landscape dancing to measure of its
own. Mr.. Hornby sighed several times as
he went down the Fairview street, und more
| than once he frowned, as people do to whom,
either in suggestion or in reality, something
unpalatable has been offered. Perhaps the
heat oppressed him, perhaps the dust annoy
ed him. For surely there could be nothing
| in the CHEEKY letter folded i'll his breastpock-
ct that could vex any one.
us Miss Priscilla ut home?" lie had stop
ped by the little oak door over which the
roses and honcvsuckle clustered so lovingly.
''Yes sir" Jane had appeared in answer
/! to his knock, and he noticed that she had
lost the brisk, complacent bearing of former
days.
"rhen tel her am here, please"
| Mr.. HoTnby entered and seated himself on
one of the pretty, chintz-covered chairs in
Miss Priscilla's cool, fresh little drawing
room. How pretty everything was from tho
| handful of roses and ferns in the glass dish
| to the light curtains swaying in the brcezel !
| But how could any adjunct of Miss Prls-
| cil!a's ownership be other than pretty? And
to fancy her toiling for n pittancc In his
brother Toms household! Again the dis
gusted look spread itself over his counte-
nance, and this time ii couldnot bedue either
| to the dust or to the sun.
"liave you heard of anything"' he said,
anXiously, as Miss Priscilla entered.
NO; but you have" She wore n snowy
| cap and a gown of some soft stuff, and she
was smiling at him, although there were
troubled lines about brow and eyes.
81! Oh, no; it is worth nothing; only a let
| ter from Toms wife"
"And is she like all the rest, anxious to
help and so sorry-sO very sorry, that she
knows of nothing suitable just now?"
| There was a little anger In the smile that
played over Miss priscila's lips Us She put
her question.
"No; she does not write that exactly" Ho
rose lurredly, and Went to the window, and
stood looking out at the honcyswect bios
SONS of the woodbinc that pressed against
the panes.
"Then what does she write? 1t is very inl-
| porant to me-"
Mr.. Hornby groancd.
"You will believe that have done my very
best for you5' he said anxiously.
"Ycs, yes; but what is it?"
| "NlrS. Tom llornby wants a governcss for
her five children, aud because ! know you
and recommend you she will engage you if
you wish"
sob, how good you arc--how grateful (
am' Her lips Quivercd as she spoke, but
she could not let the tears fall, though they
nearly blinded her.
"And you would think of it?" looking at
| her mournfully.
| "Of course l would; bcggars must not be
choosers. There are not likely to be many
| people eager to engage an old woman brought
up to no employment. Besides, l want to
teach and am very glad that can make
my essay in the household of u friend OF
| yours"
Il do not hold myself responsible for Mrs
| Tom" he answered.
"You mean to say.shc is not perfect? Well
neither am I, 50 we are likely to suit each
other. Will yon write to her. and ask her tc
let me know all she requires"
II can not bear it. Ii hurts me horribly
! the rector said with needless warmth.
"Don't be so foolish. have brought it all
an, IA will la tn ,,if IN