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

las. Of course, she will-what Il Is,
I'll say. c%arelessly, oh. nothing! Just
a little tfitile / think belongs to you.
Don't hurry to open it. Have you no.
ticed what a beautiful night il isP"
And so I'll engage her in absorbing
conversation. But il the conversation
is not sufficiently absorbing, and she
begins to open it, I must flee from the
wrath to come. And whom next ]
meet her. dying to speak or yer bow
to her, tkere will be q wall of ice raised
betweeh US. Snch is the irony of
fate"
AT z O'Clock Mr.. Lamar came slowly
down the broad stairs, looking as hand
some as the young Dionysius in his
dress suit, his shining shirt bosom. and
a white pink in his buttonhole. The
hall was full of moving figures and a
blaze of light and color.
MI. Lamar was too p%erturbcd to
mingle with the gay, l~oud-voiced
crowd. He wished for solitude, and
directed his steps toward tho little
wriring-room. He had not wrapped
tho treasure in paper, 0 tied it with
a ribbon from his handkerchief case.
He had not done anything with it. He
did not dare.
The sight Of the owner might in
spire him to the desperate pitch Of
boldly Offering it to her. or suggest to
him some cunning way of returning it
without ~betraying the identity of the
finder. With these ideas in his mind
he carried it still in his pocket, in COM
pany with his KEYS.
The gas in the writing-room was not
lit Mr.. Lamar went to the open vim
dow. just outside it, on the balcony,
was the young lady who had worn the
yellow shoes. She was reading and
rocking her pug in her lap.
AS she read she absently pulled tho
pug's ears, which lay with it's eyes half
open and its head against her arm.
suddenly, from the window.
The lady looked up with raised eye
brows of polite inquiry.
II have something of yours" said
the young man, desperately. and in a
low tone.
"Ycs2 What is it?"
I'll don't quite know. Or rather
-Well-But-Um! l didn't like to
leave it at the office, Thought"
He leaned out OF the window with his
closed hand extended. "Here it is"
She held out her hand and he drop
ped it in. She looked aud gave an cx-
clamation of joy that caused the pug
to jump to the ground.
"Oh, how glad am. Thanks so
much, thanks nwfully. | WAS afraid it
was lost, isn't that lucky" and looked
atfectionately Mt the returned treasure
with her head on one sido.
There was light enounh to see her
face distictly. She did not exhibit a
sign of embarrassment, not the ghost
OF n blush. Lamar felt n sudden chill
OF disappointment and disapprobation.
You found it in there?" she said, ln-
dicating the writing-room, and looked
ut him with frank, candid eyes. Eyes,
there's where it was lost"
II suppose So" said Lamar, with
a wan smile.
~ value this very much" she went
on, turning it over in her hand.
Il should imagine So"
"You see, there is only one like it.
There is not a single duplicate any
where.
She looked smilingly into his face.
lamar stared at her in stupefied hor.
TOR.
Only one-did you say?" he man
aged to articulate in a faint voice.
"Only one" she repeated, nodding
her head. ut was made to order" :
There was a moment of silence. La
mar made no comment, but continued
to stare vacautly at her,
when you have only one, and that
such n pet" she continued, not MOTTO
ing his silence, "you like to have ev-
erything as pretty MS possible"
Yes, yes. OF course, of course
calculated Lamar, laughing idiotical-
ly. "If you have only one | expect il
must be somewhat Of a treasurer he
thought. Then he added boldly, but
with the air of conf1ding a piece OF
news, II have two"
"Two?" said the young lady with
v%ivacious interest, what kindP"
"The same rs everybody %else's," he
answered, with some hauteur. "Are
the people in this part of the county
in the habit of managing with onc?"
"As a rule they have only one; it's
SO much less bother. Though, TO be
sure. | have a friend who has-lct me
see-yes, eleven"
"She must be 4 centipede," thought
Lamar. II seem to be encountering
remarkable freaks of nature. There
is a fortune waiting here for anyone
who watts to start a museum" Then
he remarked aloud, regarding her
with his head on one side, Il tolerant.
fond smile on his lips. "There must be
quite an embarras de richessc, especial
ly when you're waking
"Tkey do get i'll the way" admitted
the young lady, shut most Of them ara
well traiaed."
very clever of them, I am sure"
mGrmured Lamar, feeling that he was
about to swoon.
There was another short silence,
during which the girl continued to cx-
anime her restored treasure. Present
ly she said musingly: II see the
threads are broken. She has broken
them nce before, though l don't, see
how she can possible do it."
You know she loves to run to me-
she prattled on. "She ran away from
me this morning, and when she came
back it was gone. She must have
crept under. the table and not come
out until she had got it off"
"Who is she?" asked Lamar in q
troubled voice.
"she? Why, Bobo-my pug. Ism,
she a bcautyP Come up here, Bobo,'
patting her knee. II want to put your
collar on and show this gentleman,
who was kind enough to return it, how
pretty you look when you are al
dressed up" She held the bant
around the dogs neck, and. turning
to Lamar. said with laughing arch
ness. isn't it bocoming?'
Lamar sat down on the window sill
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