The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1897-01-29
Good gracious." cried the editor.

Ihere IS no good gracious about IT.
I'm going to travel as a millionaire's
daughter, and it isn't likely that one or
two dresses will do me all the way over"
but you can't get new dresses made
| in week." said the editor.
Cant L? Well. you just get me the
| $500 and I'll see about the making"
The editor jotted the amount down.
you don't think 500 would do?" he
| said.
"No, don't. And say, am to get a
trip to Paris after this is over, or must
| come directly back?"
"Oh, 1 guess we can throw in the trip
| to Paris" said the editor.
What did you say the names of the
young men are? Or are they young?
Probably they are old fogies, if they are
in the mining business"
'No; they are young, they are shrewd,
and they are English. So. you see, your
work is cut out for you. Their names
are George Wentworth and John Ken
yon."
ooh, Wentworth is my man." said the
young woman, breezily. John Ken
| yon! I know just what sort of per-
son he is-somber and taciturn. Sounds
too much like John Bunyan, or John
| Milton. or names of that Sort"
"Well, wouldn't be too sure about it
| until you see them. Better not make
| mp your mind about the matter"
when shall 1 call for the S5O0?"
ooh, that you needn't trouble about.
| The better way is to get your dresses
made, ard tell the people to send the
| bills to our Office"
very WE'LL" said the young woman.
Il shall be ready. Don't be frightened
at the bills when they come in. If they
come up to $1,000 remember told you
1 would let you off for $780,"
The editor looked at her moment,
and seemed to reflect that perhaps it
was better not to give young lady I'M
| limited credit in New York. So he
| said: 'Wait bit. I'll write you out
the order, and you can take it down.
! stairs"
Miss Jennie took the paper when it
was offered to her, and disappeared.
When she presented the order in the
business Office the cashier raised his
eyebrows as he noticed the amount,
ard with a low whistle, said to himself:
Five hundred dollars! wonder what
game Jennie Brewster's up to now"
CHAPTER II.
The last bell had rung. Those who
were going ashore had taken their de-
parture. Crowds of human beings clus-
tered on the pier head and at the large
doorways of the warehouse which stood
open on the steamer wharf. AS the
big ship slowly backed out there was
fluttering of handkerchiefs from the
mass on the pier, and an answering
| futter from those who crowded along
the bulwarks of the steamer. The tug
slowly pulled the PROV of the vessel
around, and at last the engines of the
steamship began their pulsating throbs
-throbs that would vibrate night and
day until the steamer reached an older
world. The crowd on the pier became
more and more inaistinct to those on
board, and many of the passengers
went below, for the air was bitterly
cold, and the boat was forcing its way
down the bay among huge blocks of
ice.
Two, at least, of the passengers had
taken little interest in the departure.
They were leaving no friends behind
them, and were both setting their faces
toward friends at home.
Let us go down." said Wentworth
! to kenyon, land see that we get seats
together at table before all are taken"
Very good" replied his companion,
and they descended to the roolny
saloon, where two long tables were al
ready laid with an ostentatious display
of silver. glassware and cutlery, which
made many, who looked on this wilder
ness of white linen with something like
dismay, hope that the voyage would he
smooth, which, as it was a winter pas
sage, there was every chance it would
not be. The purser and two of his as
sistants sat at one of the shorter tables
with a plan before them, marking off
the names of passengers who wished
TO be together, or who wanted some
particular place al any of the tables.
The smaller side tables were still I'M
covered, because the number of passen-
gers at that season of the year was
comparatively small. AS the places
were assigned, one of the helpers to the:
purser wrote the names of the passen-
gers ON Shall cdTNS. anu Tic otueI put
the cards on the tables
One young woman, in a beautifully
fitted travelling gown, evidently of the
newest cut and design, stood little
apart from the general group which
surrounded the purser and his assist
ants. She eagerly scanned every face,
and listened attentively to the names
given. Sometimes a shade of disap-
pointment crossed her brow. as if she
expected some particular person to pos
sess some particular name which that
particular person did not have. At
last her eyes spanked.
My name is Wentworth" said the
young man whose turn it was.
"Ah! any favorite place, Mr.. Went
worth?" asked the purser. blandly, as
if he had known Wentworth all his life.
NO, we don't care where we sit;
but my friend. Mr.. Kenyon, and myself
would like places together"
Very good; you had better come to
my table," replied the purser. Nos. %
and 24-Mr. Kenyon and Mr.. Went
worth"
The steward took the cards that were
given him, and placed them to cor
respond with the numbers the purser
| he