The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-05-20

In a presentable condition. Would
madcmoiselle recognize his claim to
. their hospitality? That estimable lady
made no sign. The trim housemaid laid
the cloth as usual for two, and Hates
heart sank at the prospect of such ap-
parent ingratitude. But, If the parlor
shut its inhOspitable door on the in
truder, the kitchen made up for the de-
ficiency, for jOvial John Barlow took a
great fancy to the outspolten young
man and welcomed him to his hearth
and board with open-handcd heartiness.
Take thy seat, lad, an help theesen.
There bean't much of a spread to-day,
Tor tonight we have = hay-harvest
homing, and the women folk are busy
DER the big supper; but reckon theen
find enough to sharpen thy teeth upon"
A harvest homei Arthur had read
about such things, and oh, what
chance was there now for him to see
one, if the big-hearted yeOman would
only give him an invitation. He was
spared the doubt, for the farmer, after
heaping his plate with a prodigality
that would put Dunbar's appetite to the
test, added:
May happen thee never seen a har-
vest homing-don't have such dOings in
thy country, Ell? Well, dang my but
tons, IL thee shan't stay for ours this
eve, and won't take no for an answer
so therer'
II shall be only too glad to accept
your Invitation" Arthur said, delighted,
but had not better walk over to the
Jun at Chertsey where am staying and
drive back later IN the afternoon, for, if
J have formed right idea of "a harvest
home, ! shall hardly care for mid
night trip Of four miles on shanlss'
ponies"
And dost thee think. lad, that
would have thee do itP No, bide where
thee art. and the misses 'ull gin thee
shake-down. Tomorrow s a slack
day, an III drive thee back mysen in
the taz-cart."
So that was settled, and Arthur Dun
bar took one step nearer to his fate.
In the parlOr. things We're not pro
crossing so pleasantly. Mademoiselle
was peevish and Kate was rebellious. It
was perhaps the very spirit of opposi-
ton which led the young lady, as soon
as the meal was over, to cross the little
lawn in front of the house and Join
Dunbar and Nellie Barlow, who were
sitting on a rustic seat under a giant
elm tree, with Cesar stretched lazily at
their feet.
SIS not this a charming spot, Mr..
Dunbar2' Kate said. as she took her
place by Nellie's side.
1T Is, indeed, 81 he responded, heartily;
lit seems to me to be an ideal home
the realization Of what / have read
about again and again and never seen
before / tell you that dip in the river
was a gOdsend for me. ! am going to
assist, as your French friend would say,
at a harVest-home to-nigbt-thinlz OF
that, Miss Grahamel / never saw but
one before, and that was on the stage at
st. Louis and very far from the real
thing, guess
1t is only a hay harvesting, 80 Nellie
Barlow suggested, tinidiy, and moth
ing like the grand doings We have ia
september, when the last load OF wheat
comes into the staclc-yard-"
''Whatl Are you intending to remain
for our rural feteP" Kate asked, in dis.
may. dreading the complications which
might ensue.
.For the harvest homo, yes! and
SHALL stay at the farmhouse all night. 50
let Us make mp our minds to be Jolly. u
Then Kate grew afraid OF this youua
man. His familiarity was not At all Z
q mode Of Scarborough house nor a.
Ezgss with the gilded youths yvhs, some
times called on their sisters st HrIe-
liEideFEtone'a, 50 she resolved to adEaiu-
lister the mute Eeprasf Of dropping ont
Of the conversation q proceeding which