The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1893-01-14
SHE SET HIM RIGHT.

Bert7am Lamar sat on the arm OF a
chair in the hall Of ths hotel at Scar.
boro and idly swung his foot.
Mr.. Lamar was bored. An eXtend-
ed acquaintance with this young man
forces me to confess that he is not oft
en- afflicted in that way.
Any n C uid see that he belonged
to tho best people, that he was used to
the best people, that only the best peo-
pie would be bearablo to him. But
now he was genuinely bored.
Ladies passed old ones. who swept
up the dust with trains and who creak-
ed as they moved, az if they wanted
oiling; young n in light frocks and
wide Powered hats that cast a shadow
over the clearest eyes.
He never glanced at them. But
they did at him-swiftly, obliqnely-
from under the hat brim out of the
shadow. He looked away with raised
chin and i%ndolentiy dropped eyelids.
There was one girl-shc kept going
to and fro--and rs he looked on the
ground he could see the hem of her
dress aud her feet. They were pretty
feet in yellow shoes, small and pointed.
Mr.. Lamar found himself Illuminating.
Suppose the head is as pretty as the
feet. But it never is. There's a law
Of compensation which provides that:
The head which belongs to those feet
is 35."
And he looked up. The head match-
ed the feet to perfection. Mr.. Lamar
felt that he didn't look bored any
longer.
Rather, however than sacrifice this
dearly bought and enviable condition
of being, he turned his back on that
enchanting head, and sauntered into
an adjoining room. There would be
DO one to look ut there.
The room was empty, cool, and DIM.
It had oaken chairs and tables and
writing desks, sea-gsreen walls and a
great window opening On the balcony.
Outside there were ladies of uninter-
esting ages sitting under u forest OF
parasols. Beyond were velyety sweeps
Of close-cropped turf, dappled with
short shadows shrinking to the tree
roots. Mr.. Lamar felt that he might
gaze upon this prospect for an mimi
tude of time and remain bored.
But fate ruled otherwise. AS he en-.
tered the room he saw something OH
the Sloor near the table. He picked il
UP. 1t was a band about an inch and
a half wide, covered with puckered
yellow ribbon. and with one end rur
trough q clasp of dull silver, showing
q monogram in small diamonds.
There was a bunch of narrower vel
low ribbon beside the clasp, each enc
finished with a little tongueless silver
bell. 1t appeared to Lamar from some
hanging iilaments of thread that the
two ends had once been stitched to-
gether. He looked cGriously at his
find.
Lamar first thought he would take
it to the office. But curiosity impelled
him to study it. 1t might be worn
around the neck, but no, it was not
long enough.
He drew the several ends together
and held it off from him, cycling it du-
biously and retlectively pulling his
small mustaehe.
Oh, yes, of course. Now he saw.
How dense he'd been? A bracelet.
Holding it together he pushed his
hand through it and it swung on his
wrist.
u don't think I ever saw a bracelet
Juot ilho tiag DcloLc, ue iloN-
ing it around and looking at it, with
his head on one side.
And then, as he looked at it, came a
sudden flash of awakening light, and
for a moment he stood staring at it in
a stupelied horror MS it hung over his
wrist.
With the return of consciousness lie
crumpled it up and crushed it into his
pocket. What should he do with it?
If he took it to the office the owner
would never dare to claim it. If he
found out who she was he would never
dare to offer it.
Just then he heard a step outside
a feminine step. With a guilty start
he retreatcd from the table, fell into a
chair and seized the morning paper,
in which he buried his head. ANY one
noting this fact would, of course,
imagine that he slumbered, and feel
themselves safe from cspial.
at is She" thought Bertram, seized
with guilty tremors. "She has come
to hunt for it," and he remains motion.
less.
So did she. There was not the
slightest vibrating rustic from her 81,
lent figure. Bertram ratified the pa.
per. stabbed u little hole through il
with his finger and peeped at her.
She was standing in the doorway
peeping about the room with a long
glance, only her head moving. her fig
ure firmly erect, her right thumb in