The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1893-06-09

I trophe than in the fate Of Ninette's
hat, although it was her very best.
An open umbrella, large black cot
ton affair, with it's handle supported
against stump, was the immediate
cause of all their trouble. A young
woman sitting on stump, with an
open book on her lap, suddenly furled
the umbrella, thus bringing to view a
large basket full of dewy cut flowers.
She stood up as John came towards her.
Ninette's hat lay almost at her feet.
Nora could her saying, gravely:
81 am distressed that my umbrella
should have caused SO much trouble.
Vehicles seldom travel this road, and
yours rolled SO noiselessly in the soft
earth that I did not hear you coming"
She held the furled umbrella in one
hand, with the other she had pushed her
large hat back from her forehead.
Nora could see pale, gentle face illum-
mated by large gray eyes. John stood
irresolute for a second, then he went 4
step nearer.
sit is who ought to apologize for
trespasssing. l did not notice the
removal of the old fence. am actual
y al Vic b iOuliuo.
"Yes."
81 did not know the boundary-line
had been extended"
"Pray don't apologize. The mistake
was very natural"
"May / not even ask after your well
fare, Ida?''
She looked over his shoulders to
where Ninette, standing up in the cart.
was eagerly pointing out the flowers of
her preference to Nora.
81 am in perfect health, thank you.
What an angelic child! 1 think the lit
tie lady is growing impatient"
and, turning on his heel, walked hur-
riedly back to the cart. Something had
got wrong with the harness while the
horse had been backing and Siding,
and it had to be remedied before he re-
sumed the reins.
Miss Fairbanks lifted the basket of
flowers from the sunny roadside. Nj
nette sent shrill petition towards her
before anyone could interfere:
Lady! Ninette wants one. A white
one"
ing through the air, falling directly
into the child's lap. The "'fower-lady,"
as Ninette called her, kissed her hand
to the small beggar, smiled at the child's
scream of gratitude, and then placidly
turned her back on the disabled cart.
''Who is she, John?" Nora asked, lean
ing over the dashboard to note progress.
"Miss Fairbanks"
"And her name is Ida?"
'sHow did you learn so much in such q
short while?"
He was tightening knot with his
teeth. Mrs. John laughed maliciously.
She was busy flecking the dust from
Ninette's soiled plumes with her hand
kerchief.
II heard you call her Ida, my dear. :"
"You have sharp ears" said John,
looking at her without any confusion,
as he resumed his place in the cart and
took the reins from her hand 81 told
you that we knew the Fairbanks"
Ultimately, should Judge. But
what was she doing sitting on the
public roadside with that big basket of
cut flowers at her feet? How very
strange it looked!'
.'She sells flowers, / am told"
"And was sitting at receipt of custom
Ah.'
sin point of fact" said John, with
some asperEy, ''she was not on the pub
lie road. 1t seems the boundary fence
has been moved, and the old road is
now in the Glenburnie grounds We
are trespassers. fancy she has to get
the flowers off the ureynises xyixhuut the
old mans knowledge"
"Then the old man. as you call him.
is not an amiable old man?"
Far from it He is an internal old
churl- But haven't we had about enough
OF the Ciepburnic people for this once?r
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