The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1897-08-28
CHAPTER vl.-rnE TUG OF WAR.

The change from the luxurious elegance
of the Chase to Nine. Debrisay's London
lodgings, was about as great as can be
imagined.
Yet the house was not mean. The
"widow woman" who owned it had n GER
tain refinement. Instead of the usual eX-
tremcly unlaced and unkempt "slayey."
she had an elderly servant of neat and i'm
posing aspect, who had been with her for
years, and who was rather n terror to Nine.
Debrisay.
The lodger who occupied the upper floor
was u steady elderly city clerk, of remark
able punctuality and precision. Still the
tone of the homely dwelling was new to
Mona, who had been accustomed to the
aristocratic, If narrow, nicely of her grand
mothers house, or the distinction Of her
relatives establishments.
Fatigue made her sleep so profoundly
that it took some moments of waking con-
seriousness before she recognized where she
was. The sound of someone moving re-
minded her that She was sharing Nine.
Debrisay's room, and presently that lady
came out fully dressed from behind alarge
japanese screen, which converted one cor
ner into n dressing-closet.
And how did yon sleep, dear2"
"Oh, well; too Moll.'' exclaimed Mona.
We'll, stay where you are. Pill bring
you n cup of coffee and n bit of toast, for 1
have a long, busy day before me-"
She hurried away, and soon returned
with n fragrant cup of cafe du ldit aud a
slice of buttercd toast.
Pm off now, make yourself comfortable
dear; there are some books in the next
room; with splendid stories in them, they
make your hair stand on end, and forget
the time. Goodbye, dear"
Mona dressed slowly, and went into the
sftting-room. 1t was a stormy, wet day.
The fire had been hastily loaded with coal,
and had succumbed to th2 load. The hand
bell evoked a tall, manufactured woman,
with thick, grizzled hair, a spotless cap,
and q dark print dress.
1.-THE fires gone out2" she repeated, in n
high-pitched tone. ~ dare say madame
thinks Goals III light of themselves; she
Just pitches them on. whether there is a
spark alive or not. I'll fetch a few sticks
miss"
The fire burning, the hearth swept, and
a few tidying touches bestowed on the
room, made n vast improvement.
Mona threw herself into an armchair
and tried to think what was best to do
The previous evening she had posted n few
lines to the Chase, announcing her safe
arrival; she might therefore postpone hel
T next letter for tw%enty-four hours.
She could hardly expect an answcr from
Warning till the next day. lie was staying
) not very far ~away-with the gentleman
who had been his guardian, and for whom
he had a great regard.
She strove to swallow a morsel or two o
/, the dinner set before her; she tried tc
! gather the sense of IN agonizing tale ant
interest herself in the tremendous perse
cutions OF the heroine. All in vain. Time
however, was rolling on; she might soor
expectMme. Debrisay. -Four O'Clock strucl
when she had gone into the bedroom tx
seek for some piece of farry work, whel
the sound of the frort door-bell, followe,
by a step in the Mex ssJn, made her hop
4 that her kind hostess had returned. Coins
quickly in to greet her. she beheld Jane
the servant, in the act of lighting the gas
while by the window, looking ~paler-stern
er thnn she thought he could, stood Lesli
Waringl
t Good morning." he said, stiffly, "
I thought l would find you in"
This while Jane pulled down the blin'
t and retired. Then he madea step torwar,
. to where Mona stood, mo+ionIes,-he