The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1897-02-12

that's personal hint. Well, it seems to
me, if this exclusiveness is genuine,
that you would be more afraid of news
paper notoriety than of anything else"
why do you say that?"
Because l can't, for the life of me,
see why you spend SO much time with
Dolly Dimple.' am sure don't know
why she is here, but do know this,
that you will be served up to the ex-
tent of two or three columns in the
Sunday Argus as sure as you live"
Il don't understand YOU"
You don't? Why. it's plain enough.
You spend all your time with her"
Il do not even know of whom you are
speaking"
''Oh, come, now, that's too rich. Is
it possible that you don't know that
Miss Jennie Brewster is the one who
writes those Sunday articles over the
signature of Dolly Dimple?'"
y strange fear came over Wentworth
as his companion mentioned the Argus.
He remembered it as j. X. Rivers paper,
but when Fleming said Miss Brewster
was a correspondent of the Argus he
was aghast.
I'LL don't think 1 quite catch
your meaning" he stammered.
We'll, my meanings easy enough to
see. Hasn't she ever told you? Then
it shows she wants to Go you up on
toast. You're not an English politician,
are you? You haven't any political Sc
crets that Dolly wants to get at, have
you? Why, she is the greatest girl there
is in the whole United States for find
ing out just what 4 man doesn't want to
have known. You know the secretary
of state"-ard here Fleming went on
to relate a wonderfully brilliant feat
of "Dolly's," but the person to whom he
was talking had neither eyes nor ears.
He heard nothing and he saw nothing.
Dear me-" said Fleming. drawing
himself up and slapping the other on
the back, you look perfectly dunn
founded. 1 suppose 1 oughtn't to have
given Dolly away like this; but she has
pretended all along that she didn't know
ne, and SO 1 got even with her. Ion
take my advice, and anything you
don't want to see in print don't you tell
Miss Brewster, that's all. Have cigar" -
NO, thank you," replied the other,
mechanically.
Better come in and have drink"
NO, thank you"
well, so long. I'll see you later"
1T can't be true. 1t can't be true"
Wentworth repeated to himself, with
deep CONSERVATION, but still with some
misgiving, warning him that, after all,
it might be true. With his hands
clasped behind him he walked up and
down, trying to collect himself-trying
to remember what he had told and what
he had not. AS he walked along, heed
ing nobody, a sweet voice from one of
the chairs thrilled him and he paused.
''Why, Mr.. Wentworth, what is the
matter with you this morning? You
look as if you had seen a ghost"
Wentworth glanced at the young
woman seated in the chair, who was
gazing up brightly at him.
I WELL" he said, at last, 81 am not sure
but 1 have seen ghost. May I sit
down beside you?"
May you? Why of course you may.
I shall be delighted to have you. Is
there anything wrong?"
Il don't know. Yes, think there is"
'Well, tell it to me; perhaps l can
help you. A woman's wit, you know.
What is the trouble?'
May L ask you few questions, Miss
Brewster?"
Certainly. A thousand of them if
you like; and 1 will answer them all if
1 can"
Thank you. Will you tell me, Miss
Brewster, if you are connected with any
newspaper"
Miss Brewster laughed her merry,
siivery, little laugh. ''Who told you?
All! / see how it is. 1t was that crea-