The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1895-11-09
tlenen had taken leave of their %nationali
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An hour later, when the dinnertabll
had been cleared. the maids domestic du-
ties took her to Lady Harry's room to
make tea. She noticed the sad, careworn
look on her mistress face, and spoke of il
ut once in her OWL downright way.
II thought it was only an excuse" she
said, when $3" gave nic shat message &c
the gentlemen at diuner-time. Are you
really iii, my lady?'
II am a little out OF Spirits" Iris re-
piled.
Fanny made the tea. 81 can understand
that" she said to herself. rs she moved
away to leave the room; "I'm out of spirits
myself"
Iris called her back. 81 heard you say
inst now, Fanny, that YOU were out o!
spirits yourself. If you were speaking of
some troubles OF your w l am sorry for
you, and | won't say any more. But II
you know what my auXietics are, and
share them"
Mine is the biggest share of the two,'
Fanny broke ont abruptly. "lt goes against
the grain with me to distress you, my
lady; but we are beginning badly, aud you
me already"
Beaten you alrcady?" Iris repeated.
"Tell me plainly what you mean"
Here it is, if you p ease, as plainly as
words can SAL 1t. MI. Nimpauy has
something-something wicked. of course
W. caN w ils iittStSl. aiiu tlC WEI U lSO IL
pass his lips here. in the cottage"
why nots"
Because he suspects me of listening at
the door, and looking through the key.
hole. dou't know, my lady. that he
doesn't even suspect YOU. 'l'ye learnt
something in the course of my life,' he
says to my master: and it's n rule with me
to be careful OF what / talk about indoors,
when there are women in the house.
What are you going to do tomorrow he
SAYS. My lord told him there was to be a
meeting at the newspaper office. The
doctor says: mi 60 TO Paris with you.
The newspaper office isn't far from the
Luxembourg Gardens. When you have
done your business you will tiua me wait,
ing at the gate. WHat ! lave to tell you
shall hear out-of-doors in the Gardens
and III an open part of them, too, where
there are 40 lnrking-places among the
trees My master seemed to get angry at
being put off in this way. Whit is ii you
have got to tell meg he says. is it any.
thing like the proposal you made when
You were on your last visit here?' The
doctor langheu Tomorrow won't he
long in comius,' he says. Patience, my
lord, patience There was no getting
him to say Il word more. Now, what am
] to do? How am to get Il chance of
listening to him, ont in nm open garden.
mean when lsay ne has beaten me. It's
you, my lady, its you who will suffer in
the end,
You don't knoW that, Fanny"
"No, my ~lady-but Pm certain of it.
And hele | am, as helpless as yourself!
fortune: it would be quiet still but for
this" The one animating motive. the
eXasperatins influence in that sad and Sc
cret life was still the mistress welfare
still the safety Of the generous woman
who had befrlended aud forgiven her. She
\ f1lp,tn1 nNil,l TInr1 finn tnb1a TN JjIn hnr
CHASTITY face.
pray try to control yourseif." As Iris
spoke She pointed kindly to a chair.
"There is something that | want to saw
when you are composed again. | won't
hurry you; l won'tlook ut you. Sit down,
Fanny"
She appeared to shrink from being seat
ed in her mistress presence. please to
let me 60 to the window she said; 1.-THE
air VIII help me"
To the window she went, and struggled
with the passionate self SO steadily kept
under at other times, SO o~bstinutely con
quered now.
What did you wish to say to mes" she
asked.
"You have surprised-you have per-
picked me- Iris aid II am at II loss to
understand how you discovered what
seems TO nave pissed between your mas
ter and Mr.. Nimpany. You don't surely
mean to tell me that they talked of their
private affairs while you were waiting at
table,"
clared impulsively. They talked Of moth
ing else uil through the dinner"
"Bcfore you?' iris exclaimed.
There was Il pause. Fear and shame
confessed themselves tnrtively on the
maids coloriess face. Silently, swiftly,
tongue hurried her into the betrayal of
something which it WAS her interest to
conceal?
Don't be alarned," Iris said, compas-
sionately; 81 have no wish to iutrude on
your secrets"
Witli her hand IN the door, Fanny Mere
closed IL again, and came back.
Il am not so ungruteful," she said, Gas
to have any secrets from you. It's hard
to confess what may lower me in your
good opiuion, but it must be done. l
have deceived your ladyship-and / am
ashamed of it.. 1 have deceived the doc
tor-and l glory in ii. My master and
Mr.. Vimpnny thought they were safe in
speaking French. while / was waiting on
them. / know French us well MS they do"
Iris he'd scarcely recovered from the as
constituent cauSeu by the statements of
the nurse when Lord Harry entered the
room with n letter he had received. AS n
matter of coul Sc. the maid retired. In his
financial extremity he hal written to his
brother and. rs on a former occasion, had
received n cold reply.
Iris put her arms round her husbands
neck. "Oh, my poor love, what is to be
done?'
He answered in one reckless word:
"Nothing."
lis there nobody else who can help us?'
she asked.
"Ah, well, darling, there's perhaps one
other person still left"
WHO is the person?"
"Who should it be but your own dear
self"
she looked ut him in undisguised be
wilderment. "Oaly tell me, Harry, what
l can do"
Write to Mountjoy and ask him to lend
me the money"
he said it, She, who had sacrificed Mount
Joy to the man whom she had married,
was now asked by that man to use Mount
joys devotion to her rs II means of paying
his debts. Iris drew back from him with
a cry OF disgust.
"You refuse?" he said.
"Do YOU insult me by doubling it?" she
answered.
He rang the bell furiously, and dashed
out of the room. She heard him on the
stairs. ask where Mr.. Vimpany was.
The servant replied, in the garden, my
lord"
Smoking n cigar lnxuriously in the
fine morning air, the doctor saw his ex-
citable Irish friend fastening out to meet
him.
Don't hurry" he said, in full possession
of his impudent good hnmor, land DOM
lose Your temper. Will you take my way
out of your diHlsulties. or will you not?
Which is it-Yes or MOP"
lyon internal scoundrei--YeS.n
my dear lord. congratulate you"
"Onw what, sir?"
son being as great n scoundrel as I am.'