The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1895-11-02

opinion. Sne passed it over without no..
tice. now.
Does he come here by your invitationi"
she asked.
How else should he come here. NV
denr2"
She looked at her husband with doubt
too plainly visible in her eyes. Il wonder
what your motive is for sending for hlm,"l
she said.
He VAS just lifting his teacup to his lips
those words.
Are you Ill this morning9" he asked.
No"
Have l said anything that has offended
your
''Ccrtainly not"
approve of what you have just said. 1t
sounds, to my mind, unpleasantly like
suspicion of me and suspicion of myfriend.
I see your face confessins it, my lady, at
this moment"
You are half right, Harry, and no more.
What you see in my face is suspicious Of
yonr friend"
Founded on whnt, If you pleasei"
FOUNDED o. what l have seen Of him
tried to alter my opinion of MI. Vimpany,
some time since. l did my best TO make
my view your view. l deceived myself for
your sake. ! put the best construction on
what he said aud did when he was stay.
Ing here. 1t was well meant. bit it was
oil no use. In n thousand different ways,
while he was doug his best to win my
favor, his trus SEX was telling tales Of
him under the fair surface. MIR. Vimpany
is a bad man. He is the very worst friend
you could have about YOU at any time
and especially at a time when your pa
Zone word, Iris. The moro eloquent
YOU are. the more l admire YOU. Only,
don't mention my needy circumstances
again."
She passed over the Interruption MS she
had already passed over the relnonstrance,
without taking notice of it.
Dearest, YOU are always good to me-"
she continued gently. Am / wrong in
thinking that love gives Inc some little in.
tiuence over o still? Women are vain
are they nots-and am no better than
the rest of them. Platter your wife's van.
ity, Harry. by attaching some Importance
to her opinion. Is there time enough, yet,
to telegraph to Mr.. Vimpany? Quite out
of The question, is it? Well, then, if lie
must come here, do-pras, pray do con.
slider me. Don't let him stay in the housed
I'll find a good excuse, aud take q bed.
room for him in the neighborhood. ANY.
where else, so long as he is not here. He
turns me cold when | think of him, sic p.
ing under the same roof with ourselves.
Not with us! oh. Harry, not with us!"
LIZ CSSS SaSCIlS oS1lCiSl lICE uuSUduu 8
face; she looked there from indulgence,
she looked for conviction. No! he was
still admirlng her.
"On my word OF honor" he burst out.
"you fascinute me. What au Imagination
you nave gotl One of these days, Iris, j
shall be prouder of you than ever. ! shall
find you u famous literary character. l
don't mean writing q novel: women who
ant even hem y handkerchief can write
n novel. It's poetry Pm thinking of.
Irish melodies by Lady Harry that beat
Tom Moore. WHAT a gilt! Aud there are
who spoil fair white paper TO some pur-
pose. 4 wish l WAS one of them"
Have o no more to shy 10 nc2" she
asked.
What more should there be' You
wouldn't have me take you seriously. in
Way nots'
ION, ome come, my darlingl Just
consiuer. With Il bedroom empty and
waiting, upstairs, is my old Vimpuny to
be sent to quarters for the night among
strAngersf | wouldn't speak harshly tc
deny that the cornwall doctor may be
sometimes a little too fond Of his drop OF
grog. You Will tell me, mayb-. hat he
hasn't got on nicely with his wife: aud /
grant it. There are not many people who
set such a pretty example OF matrimony
rs we do. Poor humuuit>-there's all
that's to. be sad about it. But when you
tell me that ViInpany is n bad man, and
the worst FREUD could possibly have. and
so fortn-what better can l do than set
it down to your imagination' I'vs a
pretty fancy, myself-und think l see
my angel inventing poeticil characters,
up mon cougeniAl clouds. What's the
matter? Surely, you haven't DON break.
fast YETI"
"Yes,n
Are you going to leave moi"
II an going to my room"
"You're in u mighty hurry to get away.
/ never meant to vex you, Iris. All, we'll,
il you must leave the table. I'll have
the honor of opening the door for you at
any rate. l wonder what you're going to
do?" :.
ITO cultivate my Imagination" she an.
swered, with the first outbreak of bitter.
ness that had escaped her yet.
His face hardened. '.There seems to be
something like bearing malice in this" he
said. Are you treating me, for the first
am l to call it. if it's not that"
"Call it Disappointment" She suggested
quietly, and left him.
Lord Harry went back to his breakfast.
His jealousy was up in arms again.
"She is comparing me with her absent
she had married the anliable Mountjoy
instead OF me-"
So the first quarrel ended-and Mr..
Vimpany had been the cause of it.
CHAPTER xXXyIII.-ICI ON PARLE RAN
Gals.
The doc or arrived in good time for din.
ner, and shook hands with the Irish lor6
In excellent spirits.
He looked round Che room, and asked
where my lady was. Lord Harry's reply
suggested the presence. of q cloud on thu
domestic horiz ~. He had be en- taking s
long ride. and Ind only returned a few
minutes since: Iris would (as lie supposed)
Join them Immediately.
The maid put the soup on the table,
and delivered n message. Her mistress
WAS suffering from headache, Il was
not well enough to dine with the gentle
men.
AS an old married man, Mr.. Vimpany
knew what this meant; he begged leave to
send a comforting message to the suffer
ing lady of the house. Would Fanny be
good enough to say that he had made in
quiries on the subject of Mr.. MonntjOy's
health, before he left London. The re-
port was still favorable: there was moth
Ing to complain of but the after-wenkness
which had followed the fever. On that
account only. the attendance of the nnrse
was ctlll a matter of necessity. "With
my RESPECTS to Lady Harry" he called
-fter Fanny, as she went out In dogged
silence.
81 have begun by making myself agree
able to your wife," the doctor remarked
with u se%lf-approving srh. Perhaps she
will dine with us tomorrow. Pass the
sherry"
The remembrance of what had happened
Mt the breakfast table that morning seem
ed to be dwelling disagreesbly on Lord
Harry's mind. He said but little, and thu,
' little related to the sui 1ect on which he
had already written at tull length to his