The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-08-20

torture guilty acquaintances with OBJ
scure allusions. Nevertheless, the
actual facts are as / state them and
any body who has access to the files Of
the New York papers for the last few
weeks can find the article to which !
refer.
Jones, wouldn't have dared do this, y
thought Robinson, "if he had been in
possession Of his senses. He must have
been crazed with wine. Shall I throw
myself upon her mercy now or trust to
Providence that may keep the paper
out of her sight2"
At this moment Mrs. Robinson ex-
tended her lily-white hand across the
table and Robinson snatched up the
paper and sat on it. However, his
wife wanted only the sugar, and Rob-
inson breathed again. But he didn't
eat. He gnawed the bitter husk of re-
morse, and there was enough of it for q
full meal.
Pm going shopping today said
Mrs. Robinson, land thought I'd like
to look over the bargain advertisements
after You're done with the Globe"
"1'll cut the ads out for you, my
dear, said the sinner, so that you can
have them all to yourself when take
the paper down to the office"
"You needn't take all that trouble, +"
replied the thoughtful wife, ever con-
siderate of his comfort 4I'll send out
and buy another Globe"
This suggestion gave Robinson a
genuine chill He struggled to evolve
some reasonable excuse for opposition.
whats the use Of wasting money on
newspapers" said he at last. ave
don't need to buy an entire edition just
for the sake of enabling you to find out
where you can get something You don't
want for cent less than they charge
somewhere else"
"My dear" said Mrs. Robinson calm
ly, You are irritable this morning.
Working SO late at the Office last night
has been too much for you"
This evidence Of perfect faith in q
husband who SO little deserved it was
too much for Robinson.
"I'll tell you what III do" said he.
"Ill give you 81 for first page of this
paper. want to read 1t on the way
downtown, and l haven't any pennies
to buy another"
He tore off the page with trembling
hands, and Mrs Robinson, like thrift
ty housewife, accepted the remainder
of the paper and the dollar. Robinson
escaped into the hall, where he met q
servant with newspaper in her hands.
"Ah, Mister Robinson, said she, "the
newsman is after lawn an extra copy
of the Globe this mornin', an l do be
takin' it TO Mrs. Robinson"
"fll give you So for it," said Robin
son, "and don't you say word about
it,.
All through that day Robinson suf-
fered the penalties which are exacted
of the eyil-docr. In the elevated trains
all the people seemed to be reading the
Globe and to have their attention rivet-
ed upon the report of the Blue Ruin
ball. All the acquaintnnces whom he
met had peculiar and offensive smiles
upon their countenanccs. But nobody
yentured to speak about that which. he
felt, they all must know. BY afternoon
he had begun to wish that somebody
would joke about it. This silence made
too serious an affair of it. At last he
ventured to ask several men if they had
read the Globes story of the Blue Ruin
ball. Most of them had. Did they
notice anything peculiar about it?
No; they didn't. Was it possible, he
thought, that his open and published
connection with iniquity was regarded
as entirely commonplace by his asso-
ciates?
He was nervous, however, when he
approached his home. Had Mrs. Rob
inson surprised his secretp Presume
ably not, FOR when he was within the
door he did not hear the sound of weep
Ing anywhere in the house Evidently,
Cousin John had called His overcoat
was hanging in the hall. There was q
newspaper sticking out of the pocket.
1t was the Globe. Robinson seized it
and hastily secreted it in the place
where two other copies of the Blue
Ruin story had been lying like hot
GOALS all day. His breast pocket was
now fairly bulging with tho evidences
of his disgrace.
The door-bcll rang at this moment.
Robinson opened the door and received
small bundle of clean linen done up
IN a newspaper. 1t WAS the Globe. Rob-
inson tore off the wrapping SO hastily
that the contents We're strewn over the
floor. He now had four Globes in his
pocket. He began to wonder whether
that PAPERS sworn circulation was any
where near the facts and, if so, how
long 1T would take him to get the whoh
edition into his breast pocket.
My DEAR said Mrs. Robinson. step
ping into the hall from the parlor, Mrs.
Smith, next door. has just sent me a
marked copy of the Globe, and regret
to learn"
g confess everything" cried Rob-
inson,, falling on his knees. ats all
true that you saw in the paper, but
swear to you that it shall never occur
again"
Well, as the item she marked re-
ferred to the death of our old friend,
Samuel Brown, dare say it won't oc-
cur again. Bat what have you to con-
fess?n
"Here-read!n cried Robinson, thrust
ing copy of the paper into her hands
-"read my disgrace
Mrs. Robinson read, and as she read
She smiled:
"The dear. stupid old goose" she said
at last, looking down at him. $50 he
really thought that he was of sufficient
consequence to get into the newspapers?
Why. bless his unsophisticatcd heart,
he has never heard of Robinson-Rob-
inson, the factotum at Van Tassel's the
man who stands at the door and takes
tickets from the four hundred when
there's swell ball. It's that exalted
flunky whom this article refers to. It
isn't my poor, little, insignificant hub
by. So he went to the Blue Ruin ball?
Well, why shouldn't he? l would trust
him anywhere. He is too timid, poor
boy, to do any harm"
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