The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-11-12
HELEN's GOOD DEED.

"Yes.. said the doctor. solemnly.
sshc shows every Indication of going
into a decline. Rest. relaxation.
she ought to have
Mrs. Dardnanel looked pcrturbed.
Dear, dear she said; "what a
pity! And she's quito a pet of mine,
loo, dear little thing. She is very
quick with her needle and really in
genious-and the way she puts trim
mings on a dress positively reminds
one of Nine. Antoine herself"
"Thc seaside cottage would be the
place for her. suggested DR.. Midland,
You are one of the lady patroncsses.
l believe, and
"Yes, but the seaside cottagei is full"
said Mrs. Dardanel. Not ar inch of
roorn unoccnpied. ! had II note from
the matron yesterday
"Ah, itAccd!p said the doctor. fun
bling Will, his watch-scals. "Unfor-
tunate-very.'
But cried Mrs. Dardanel, an idea
suddenly occurring to her much be-
puffcl and bcfrizzled head, there is
Mrs. Daggctt's farm Il few mics far
tiiti upNii VIZ SilsitS.. 1flIc lilhtS Dutttl-
ers for 50 a week aud believe it is q
very nice place. If you think it adj
visable | Will take 4 months board for
the girl there. really feel as if the
dear little thing belongs to me-"
can excellent plan" said the doctor,
oracularly. u have no doubt but that
q month Of sea air would make q diff
ferent person Of her."
Helen could hardly believe her own
ears when Mrs. Dardanel beamingly
announced her intentions.
The seashorc,w she cried, her pale
face flushing all over; "thc real seal!
Oh, Mrs. Dardancl, l have dreamed of
it all my lifei And for a long bright
summer month. Oh, how shall l ever
thank you"
by getting we'll and strong MS fast
as you can" said Mrs. Dardanel,
touched by the girls enthusiasm.
"And here is a $40 bill for YOU" she
added wirh Il smile. You may need
some triile Of dress, or there may be a
drive or Il picnic or an excursion go
ing in which YOU will want TO partici-
pate"
The poor girls first impulse. was to
return tle money.
No, you shall not give it back-it
is IL present from me and | choose that
you keep it,"
Helen Hyde's heart beat high with
delight when first she saw the Daggett
farmhouse, n long, low, red building,
with an immense stack of chimneys, q
cluster of outrageous maple trees
Guarding it about with shade and u
w "f sweet. oil-fashioned
flowers. while i'll sight of the windows
the Atlantic flung its curling crcsts of
foam all along the shining shore. Mrs.
Dag9ett welcomed her warmly; she
had been Mrs. Dardanel's housekecpcr
once and knew the value of that lady's
patronage.
I've just II room left, my dear"
she said, "under the caves of the
house. It's small, but it's furnished
comfortably and there's a view of the
ocean. | could have given you better
accommodations if | had received Mrs.
Dardanel's letter a day earlier. But
four young ladies. teachers in the k
Wool institute came yesterday and
I'm sleeping i'll the parlor. But we
will make you as snug rs possible and
The very first good-sized room that is
vacant you shall have"
Helen was Very happy in her little
nook. from whose easement she could
see the ocean, dotted with white sails.
Mrs, Daggctt was Il driving, cner.
getic woman. Farmer Daggett was
an honest. vacant-faccd man who in
voriably fell asleep Of an evening with
his chair tipped back against the wall
and every available inch of the house
was filled with summc boarders,
mostly ladies. There were but three
masculine ~appendages to the house be-
sides its master-and an old clergy.
man whose Pensioners dubbed to-
gcthcr every summer to treat him to
SIX weeks vacation, Il literary MAJ of
Large aspirations and small income
who had come llithcr for rest and OPP
%portunity to study up the skeleton"
for his next novel, and old Mr.. Mifllin.
1t was some time before Helen HYDE
Miihin was. \ bent and bowed little
man, with silver hair curling over the
cellar OF his coat, a rutled shirt like
tho pictures of our revolutionary fore
fathers. and blue eyes that glistcned
from behind a pair of silver spectac!ns,
he shusled in aud out 10 his meals
after an apologize fashion and sat all
the bright afternoons under the ma
pies staring at the sea.
WHO is that old g%entleman?' she
at last ventnred TO ask Mrs. Daggctt.
That lady frowneu.
Its old Daddy Millin," said she,
Sand | wish it was anybody else"
as lie a ~boarIcr:?"
swell, he is and he isn't obscurely
answered Mrs. Daggett, who was pick
ing c%urrants for a pudding while
Helen sat by and watched her. "But
he won't be here long. You see, my
dear, lie hasn,tauy friends. When me
and Daggctt came from Vermont and
bought this place we got it cheap be-
cause of old Mitiiin. We were to give
him the northeast chamber and they
were TO allow US SO much Il month for
his keep. 1t amt every one that
would he willing to have ali old man
like him about. Bat he's harmless
and quiet and the 81 a week helped us,
Bnt now Breezy point has grown to
be y fashionable resort and things are
changed. And what's worse his folks
have left OFF sending the money"
81 wonder why" said Helen, her
large, dreamy eyes fixed sadly on the
old man, who sat under the NAPLES
wisifusly watching the sea.
"Tiicy'er dead. p'raps,' said Mrs.
Dagggett. 80: p'raps they've got tired
Of him. Anyhow, it's three months
since we've heard a word, and me and
Daygett have made up our minds thnt