The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1897-12-11

N1E. SihlR!
HE is AVA to the loch VII Mary Black
to fish. He never does much, though, VII
the rod. Hielanders have no patience
they want to be aye b~ang-banging at birds.
doubt but Kenneth will have taken the
nets. They will be here soon. The grille
Gamma want her tea"
II like to hear you talk, Mr.. Craig" said
Miss Morton, sending in her cup for re-
plenishing. ~ fancy your Scotch is pure
and unadultcrated."
My English, you menn," he said, an
grily. ut is weel known that the Scotch
speak better, and more grammatical Eng
fish than the English themselves"
II am learning a good deal today" said
Miss Morton, coolly.
Mona hastened to turn the subject.
81 have always had d great wish to see
Damascus" she said. as it very beauti-
ful?"
Eyes, very lovely. The most picturesque
place. 1t is completely encircled by hills.
The site is something like-oh, like a fry
ing-pan! The city, with its gardens and
abundant trees, lies at the bottom, and q
straight white road sloping up slightly
looks like the handle, and leads to Bey-
rout."
Here your nephew. Mr.. Craig.
and the young lady," cried Miss Morton,
interrupting herself-her seat was opposite
one of the windows. There is another
gentleman with them. / seem to know
him, Why, it is Bertie EveTard, and no
has a rod in his hand. l thought he had
gone with the deer-stalkers. Now he will
expect ME to drive him back. What a
bore!"
In n few moments Miss Black came in,
blushing brightly from pleasure at seeing
Mona, as well as from habitual shyness.
She came straight to her, and kissed her
with quiet cordially. Kenneth, too, had
no eyes for anyone but Mona, until he had
greeted her.
"Then Miss Morton called out
"How goes it, Mr.. Macalister' Come
here and sit by me. What n provoking
creature you are to be out, when l have
taken the trouble to drive over here"
Kenneth colored crimson, and explained
to her and to his uncle that he was not fit
to sit down to table, after dragging o net,
until he had changed his clothes. Then
he made his escape.
Evcrard went up to Mr.. Craig.
VERY glad to see you, sir" he said,
with unusual civility. II have been com
Ing to call on you two or three times. Now
! have made my way here at rather an un-
suitable time, which l hope youllexcuse."
sit We doom, sit ye DOOM cried Uncle
Sandy. All times are suitable-'speciHlly
when food is ready. Bring mair cups and
cookies. We are nae denuded, though the
housewife has been awa'."
II thought you had gone with the deer
stalkers." said Mona.
81 intended going, but Isle was II such
a beastly bad temper l thought I wouldn't
venture. We would nave been sure to
quarrel. This place looks uncommoliA;
well-ever so much better thar when Fitz-
allan had it. That's partly your doing, eh,
Mona? Thank you,'' as she handed him
his tea. II must say women can be of use
in making the inside OF a house bearable,
If in nothing else"
81 believe men would do it better if they
put their minds to it, said Miss Morton.
you ought not to say SO. even if you
think it, returned Everard. ut isn't
good form for a woman to run down wo-
ma ann:,t 6on,r RIM t,sm downm cr,ea
Miss Morton. Then ~interrupting herself,
rs Mary was about to take the seat beside
her-"No, no! that is Mr.. Macalister's
place."
Poor Mary fed to Mona's side OF the ta-
bic.
Come by me. dearie, y said Uncle Sandy,
"hurstling' nearer the end of the table to
make room for her.
why, you never do anything else, con-
tinued Everard, speaking to Miss Morton.
you bully :l the women up at the
Lodge to nc end"
why do they let me, then? They are so
weak, cannot help it,"
1.-THE apostle says-"began Uncle Sandy,
with some solemnity, intending to convey
q dignifed rebuke, aud to say a word In
season.
(Which apostlc?" asked Everard, quick
ly. "The Apostle Paul was a mar OF the
world. He might have an idea or two on
the extremely complicated question Of fe-
male character, but the rest are nowhere
on such q subject"
You are really the most contradictory
creature l ever met, Bertiev' exclaimed
Miss Morton. "You are always railing at
women yourself, but If l say a word against
them, you are up in arms"
in arms! Whose armsi Yoursl am
AFRAID yoa would give me moro Of 6 bears
hug than a loving squeeze"
"Well!" cried Kenneth, who had return
ed clothed in his very best kilt and plaid,
hastily swallowing a lump of short-bread,
and reddening vehemently With the effort,
us also at the sound Of his own voice, Il
say that no man is good for much who
thinks the world would be worth living in
were it not for the ladies'"
bravo. Kenneth!' said Mona, while
Mary clapped her hands, and Uncle Sandy
again essayed to express his views.