The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1897-10-01

didn't like the detail.
Il tell yo' dey aim no one bout, Mis-
Katie. done felt fur de pail, an faint
day-h," was her protest. AT this Lam
bert saw fit to give low whistle, at
sound of which Elinor, with prodigious
rustic of skirts. bolted back towards
after emphatic and scornful reference
to ''bawn cowuds," came hurriedly for
ward, but paused at discreet distance.
You're theh. ali you?" was the semi
assertive, semi-interrogative remark in
disdainful and truculent tone. "Ah
hope you've got that money at last"
For an answer Lambert reached in
and shook the pail. The combination
of ''shinplasters" and small coin within
gave a reassuring rattle. Eagerly the
girl bounded to the hedge. He could
just discern the slender little form and
the tumbled head of hair as she dropped
the EMBEDDING shawl and stopped to take
the prfze-which the unprincipled young
man had by this time cautiously with
drawn. He could hear her eager breath
ing and the patter of her hands among
the rain-laden branches
'Whuh on earth (who on earth can
spell the word as real southern girl
says it?) did you hide that pail? Alive
no time fo' nawnsense."
Silence moment.
Look hyuh, Mr.. Yankee! Ah'm not
accustomed to being made a fool of,
n All want that money. Alive had to
wait too long already"
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a tin vessel, but further away, towards
broader gap in the dark hedge.
'Ah'm not going up thuh. All told you
twice befoh. You bring that pail back
hyuh" Indignantly. All don't be-
lieve you've gawt the money at
all" tentatively. IF you had, no
gentleman would keep me waiting
when we need it so much" Symptoms
of vanishing nerve, and again tempt
ing rattle). 'Ah can't go there" (plead
ingly now. please bring it hyuh, Mr..
Riggs. Brothuh Floyd would be fuyious
if he knew" (pause)-'an' we had such
awful trouble las night-all on ac-
count of some of your rascally-Oh!
| whut's that rev lieutenant's name?"
Sudden change of theme and tone).
His names Ike" was the response
in hoarse whisper across the dripping
rose bushes.
"-Ah don't believe Il wuhd you say.
| Whut's his real name?"
ASK Mr.. Potts if his name isn't Ike;
and come and get your money"
"Ah don't have a chance to ask Mr..
Potts anything. They don't allow me
in the pahlor when Mr.. Bahton Potts
comes. Ah'm too much of child to be
trusted with family secrets, it seems:
| though Ah'm not too young to find out
! how much we need money.-Whuh's
that pail ?'-suddenly coming down to
business again.
Lambert gave it a shake, this time
within reach of a little hand that darted
in among the bushes and firmly closed
upon his own.
"You let go that pail" was the i'm
| perioHs demand from within.
81 cant-till you let go my hand,'
from without.
"Ah don't want your hand. All
want
Il didn't offer it, but, since you like
it so much, here's the other" And
| through the darkness another hand,
| with soft warm palm and long, slender
fingers. closed in upon the hot little paw
| strainng and Juggling at the original
! occupant of the handle. Instantly, with
| indignant force, the EMBODIED member
was snatched away. and the stopping
| girl sprang to her feet. wild-eyed and
| alarmed.
'Wh' ali you?" she painted. That's
| not Sergt. Riggs" a window was sud-
denly raised back towards the house;
the mournful toot of a tin horn began.
Quick! Alive got to go. Roll that pail
through. Why didn't Mr.. Riggs Gomez"
Hes detained-on duty, but it's all
| right. Where's the buttermilk?"
Through the trees behind the girl
came Elinor AT top speed; one could hear
the rustic rods away. "F' Gawd's sake.
Mis- Katie, come quick. Mis- Walton
calm"
But Kate was fumbling for something
in her pocket and bending forward to
the hedge. The next instant, with brill
liant flash, the glare of a parlor match
leaped out one second on the night and
fell full on 4 laughing, handsome young
face peering in from under the visor of
an infantry forage cap. One second
only. and down went the match, and
with stifled cry bounded the youngest
daughter of the household of Walton
even the precious pail forgotten.
Ten minutes later horseman came
galloping up the muddy road and in
quiring for the lieutenant. Lambert
recognized him as one of the deputies
or assistants engaged in Saturdays af-
| fair at the Jail. He handed folded pa
per to the young officer, and, in low, ex-
cited tones, began some explanatory
comments.
wait" said Lambert. LET me read"
| Tearing open the paper, by the dim
light of Burns lantern he made out the
following:
| Lieut.. Lambert: Post guard at once
| around Walton place, SO as to prevent any
men from getting in or out. Take half the
| company if you need it. I'll be there in half
| an hour. CLOSE,
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