The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1895-08-31

look back ut me, miss; Pm not joking. A
suicide with u razor in his hand has gen
orally one chance in his razor-he is ig
norant of anatomy. That is my lords
fleshy part OF his throat, and has missed
the larger blood-vessels. Take my word
for it, he will do well enough now; thanks
to you, thanks to me, and thanks to his
own Ignorance. What do you say to that
way of putting it? Ha! my brains happen
haven't been drinking any of Mr.. Mount
joys claret-do you take the joke, Miss
Henley?"
Chuckling over the recollection of his
own drunken audacity, he happened to no
tice Fanny Mere.
in want of me? You're as white as u sheet,
miss. If you're going to faint, do me Il
favor-wait till | can get the brandy bot
tie. Oh, it's natural to you, is it? l see.
A thick skin and a slow circulation: ,yon
will live to be an old oman A friend
of yours, Miss Henley"
Fanny answered COmposedly for herself:
81 am Miss Henley's maid, sir"
"What become of the other one?" Mr..
Vimpany asked. "Ayes aye? Staying at
a farmhouse for the benefit of her health,
is she? II | had been allowed time enough,
! would have made n cure of Rhoda Ben
net. There isn't a medical man in En-.
gland who knows more than l do of the
nervous maladies of women-and what is
my rewardr Is my w~aiting-roOm cram
med with rich people coming to consult
me? Do L live in n fashionable Square?
Have l even been made a Baronet2 Damn
It'll beg your pardon. Miss Henley-but
it is Irritating, to a man of my capacity, to
be completely neglected. For the last
three DAYS not a creature has darkened the
doors of this house. Could say II word
to your"
He led Iris mysteriously into a corner of
the room. about our friend down-stairs!'
he began.
"When may we hope that he will be
well again, Mr.. V%impany?"
maybe in three weeks. In n month at
most. have nobody here but n stupid
servant-girl. We ought to have a compe-
tent nurse. ! a get a thoroughly trained
person from the hospital; but there's a lit
tie difficulty. am an outspoken man.
When ! am poor, ! own l am poor. My
| lord must be well fed; the nurse must be
well fed. Would you mind advancing d
| small loan, to provide beforehand for the
| payment of expenses"
Iris handed her purse to him, sick OF the
| sight of Mr.. Nimpapy. as that nll?" she
| asked, making for the door.
Much obliged. That's ALL"
AS they approached the room on ths
ground floor Iris stopped; her eyes rested
on the doctor. Even to that course crea
ture the eloquent look spoke for her.
Fanny noticed it and suddenly turned hel
head aside. Over the maids white face
there passed darkly an expression of I'M
| utterable contempt. Her mistress weak
ness had revealed itself-weakness for on
of the betrayers of m weakness foI
man. In the mean time, Mr.. Vimpanl
(having got the money! was ready to hu
NOR the enviable young lady with u well
filled purse.
do you want to see my lord befor
YOU go3" he asked, amused at the idea
1.Mind, you must not disturb him! N,
talking and no crying. Ready Now
look at him."
an ugly little room; his eyes closed; on
helpless hand hanging down:a stiffness OF
his CHASTITY face, horribly suggestive o
the stiffness of ~death-there lie lay, tn
reckless victim of his love for the woma'
who had desperately renowned him agai
the third time. All, how her treucheI
GUS heart pleaded for himl Can yo'
drive him away from you after this? Yo
who love him, what does your cOld-blood
ed prudence say, when you look at hill
now?
denly, back into the passage. The doc
was closed: the doctor was whisperin
to her. Hold up, miss! expected bel
ter things of you. Gomez comc!-no faint
Ing, You'll find him n different. man tc
morrow. Pay us q visit and Judge TO
yourself"
After what she had suffered, Iris hur
gered for sympathy. Isn't IT pitihbieY
she saidto her maid as they left the house
81 don't know, miss"
You don't know? Cool heavens. ar
you made of stone? Have YOU no sue
thing us Il heart in your"
Not for the men, Fanny answered. q
keep my pity for the women"
Iris knew what bitter remembrance
made their confession in those word
How she missed Rhoda Bennett at tn,
moment!
CHAPTER XIX.-MR. HENLEY AT HOME.
For a month Mountjoy remained in h
cottage on the shores of the Solway Firtl
experimenting the repairs.
His correspondence with iris was regl
larly continued; and, for the first time
his experience OF her, was II cause of di
appointment to him. His immediate SUI
erintendenGe OF the workIncn at the co
y tage was no longer necessary. Leavin
!, there u representative whom he coul
, trust. he resolved to answer his last lettc
received from Iris, in person.
The next day he was in London.
Calling at the house, he was informe
that Miss Henley was not ut home; M
that it was impossible to say with certail
ty when she might return. While he W
addressing his Inquiries to the servan
Mr.. Henley opened the library door. ..
that you. Mountjoy" he asked. Con
in: l want TO speak to you"
, Short and thick-set, with Il thin-lippe
mouth, n coarsely ford complexion an
furtive greenish eyes, hard in his name
and harsh in his voice, Mr.. Henley w,
one of the few heartless men who are i
" nocent of deception on the surface; he WI
externally a person who inspired. at fir
sight, feelings Of doubt and dislike. II
manner failed to show even a pretense {
being glad to see Hugh. What he had
81 say, he said walking up and down tt