The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-07-22

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TIE PAIL OF THE CUREAuL


so glorious as thia.
At one end of the table sits the tias-
ter Of the house; at the other, Sir Harry
9rahame, supported by Kate Grahame.
Miss BalderstUue, Dame Barlow auE
her daughter, Arthur Dunbar, and
a handsome, staIwart fellow, who has
been introduced by the ezrultant yeo-
man as "Neuie's young man." and
whose cheeks are yet crimson with the
novelty of his situation nile. Cam
Pignon might have felt shocked 1T
this miscellaneous gathering, but
neither -Iiss Balderstone nor Sir Harry
Grahame seem to notice any incon-
sistency in it.
Kate Grahame is the only one present
whose happiness is dimmed by con
lectures. Her prince, her hero, the idol
Of her childish dreams was dead and is
alive again, and her heart beats exult-
ingly at the thought, but-ah, these
buts-there is another now even dearer
to her than this demi god.
Now, what il her king demand his
ovyn2 What if the man who rescued
her from life of infsmy, who sur
rounded her young days with luxury,
should claim her life allegiance? He
loves heT-she feels that his affection
for her is deeper than that Of any
guardian for his ward What If all this
be true? Then, in sick despair she
knows that she must give up her selfish
dreams Of another and never let him
know the sacrifice she makes
How trembliugly, then, when the
mighty meal is ended and the guests
scatter to make preparations Tor the
evening festival, she accepts his invita-
ton to stroll with him down the elm
tree avenue.
''AIy clliIdg' he says, so geutly-oh,
how her heart sinks at what she calls
ters I wish to discuss with you-OuF
futures"
yes" she whispers. with white
lips.
"And seI6shly will begin with my
self. My long life of adventure must
end in the usual story-boolS fashion by
my taking to myself a wife"
II know" she said, standing and
looking at him with fearless eyes,
frankly and truthfully, 81 viii do my
best to make you happy. ] am very
young, and / am afraid not very wise,
but / viii be a true wife to you, Sir
Harry Grahame."
''Afy dear girl, what arc you dream
ing OFF, the baronct cried, amazed at
her confession. Then with quick ap-
prehension, fathominE the nobility Of
her sacrifice; But, oh! child, child,
what noble spirit is yours!'
And" she said, with painting eager
ness, you do not want to marry mel
mot 1, indeed! You ever have been
and always will be my own dear daugh-
ter. The woman / would make my
wife is Hester Balderstone.'
''NIiss Balderstoneg' the girls tears
were streaming down her face, "Oh!
I am so glad"
Glad, ehl Well, you are a nice
/ young woman, certainly" Sir Harry
smiled, ito rejoice at such n confession
from the man you have just offered to
I marry. Well, dry your eyes, and let US
/ get to the second subject of our inter
] view-yOurself."
''Ohi let me be ont of the question for
awhile"
! Til you recover your dlsappCInt
ment at not being Lady Grahame? Na5
/ stop, my dear, I am only In fun. But
/ see-suppOse a certain young gentle
/ man, with the classic name of Arthur,
/ were TO ask you the question am 60
| ing to ask Miss Balderstone this very
afternoon, what would you say?"
Il do not know mean l."
"Weu, spare your bushes. I see him
coming, and shall leave him TO your
| mercy; but, oh! Kate, do not trifle with
him. His is a noble heart. He may
not boast a proud patriciHn name, but
| Kate, my child, Dunbar Is one Of ma
lures gentlemen"
nc was gone ana III MS pace L4e5Es
/ stood the man she loved
Kate, dearest Kate % he murmured
Il have come for my reward-youl
priceless love"
She had no words, but the trustfu
look she gave him set his heart at rest
Three weddings in one day at the lit
tie ivy-clad village church was enough
to turn the brain of the quiet couutrg
folS-and one OF the Prooms a real. Iivj
buroneti It was a rCd-letter day loni
remem bcred In the annals OF the ham
let How the bells rangl How freeI,
/ flowed the brown October ale at VII
loughby farmhouse for the yoeDIal
riaEe revel in the oldsn style; but a
the parties most concerned left early OIL
their wedding tours. their bliss was no
much disturbed by the prodigal show o
hospitality.
It was just his daughters wedding
tour which was the one little disap
poiHtment amid all his joy, for willis
Sir Harry and Lady Grahame wen
bound for Scotland, and Arthur Dunba
was bearing his bride away to America
Nellie and her young man" had starte
for Paris.
81 Bean't satisfied VII this neyv-fau
gled nonsense of young married foll
racing over furrin parts. j. the goo
: old days lad brought his lass home
: an there was an end on e; but p'Eap
d it's all for the best, for when Nell ar
her man has lived for a week or two Of
1 frogs legs an sour wine, they'll com
back wi q keener relish for English bee
| and mutton and wholesome hons
! bEsEed beer"
! L'EEvoI.