The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-10-29
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stocking is darned now. aunt
SARAH said Winnie, striving for the soft
answer that turneth away wrath. ushall /
60 and make the pot-piera
No, you sha, n't.,, answered Miss Whit.
neyi .ttannah'n do tia sight better than
9 lsgucss. Go over to Miss Green, and
SasA her1l she can come over here this of.
want TO speak to herr
Mss Green, the music-teacher. aunt?"
said Winnie, q little puzzled.
Yes replied Miss whitney. with grim
numor looking al her shriyeiled knotty
hands; don't you know TINT Pm going
20 learn TO play polkassn
Miss Whitney seemed determined m.
maj brilliant, balmy summe day, to keep
her pale young srand4niece abroad IN the
peasant tree-shnded streets and flower
scented lanes, for late In the afternoon she
was despatched again2on an GRAND to q
a'stane part Of the quiet, struggling town.
Sann you needn't U back like q hare.
Pansing FOR breathP' cautioned the grim,
Kindly old woman, who, In downright
.ruth, dearly loved and tried to indulge,
~ an. old-fashioned, grave, ~unlemonstra-
I'VE fashion the girl-niece she had taken
from her dreary English home, as she
never vet had loved or INDUCED any one
or anything in her life before: only she did
not choose that Winifred should perceive
TINS. IT we very Injurious to children,
according tothe strict, grim, Puritanism
or Miss Whitney's doctrine, thar they
shoul know themselves to etheotSects of
tender, watchful love, needing their every
wish and fancy. "And that black hat of
yours is too heayyfor this hot weather.,
Miss Whitney remarked in d%isapproyal, as
u she merely disliked the idea OF a sun
stroke for her niece. and did northumberland
u new hat would be a source OF some
pleasure to q young girl. you'd better
go into Fletcher's when you're out, and
get white one--plain, Winifred, with a
bit of black-lace or something simple.
There's three dollars for yop-that will be
enough" r.
"Oh, aunt, thank you-it will be plen-
typ said Winnie, gratefully. 81 will get
o nice one-one that you will be sure to
like
And when Winnie wa safely gone, and
the gate closed behind her, two tears
dimmed the glasses of Miss Sarah Whit
ncy's formidable spectacles.
Its not many a niece, or daughter
either" she muttered, 'that would think
first Of NIL Of getting what I'd be sure to
ike She's been Elizabeth Anne Caer-
lyons daughter long enough" continued
the old lady, beginning to count over a
roll of bank bills from a plethoric pocket
book, ''and a lard-worked neglected poor
slave of q child, too! But she's mine now,'''
said Miss Whitney, laying down a com
fortable-looking pile of %ten-dollar bills,
and I guess she shall have just as good a
lime as other folks daughters have in a
free countryR
1t wa after sunset when Winifred re
turned, and. entering the parlor slowly
With n paper parcel in her hand, found
Miss Green ris-a7ats with her aunt at the
tea-table, spread with the best damask
cloth and napkins, the red and white
china, fresh corn bread, faky biscuits, and
raspberry jam in II of Miss Whitney's
old treasured Dresden dishes.
We'll, Miss C%aerlyon, here I am again,
you see; your aunt has been kind enough
to insist on my staying" said Miss Green,
aclcver, lively, agreeable "school-maiden''
of some tiye-and-rhirty years of age.
u am going to learn my polkas, you
see, Winifred," put in unit Sarah, looking
veryhumorous and CHEEKY from some cause
or other.
Miss Green was smiling, and looking
very humorous. too; and. following the
glances of their eyes, Winifred stared hard
at the new occupant of the recess beyond
the old-fashioned fireplace.
Where where did that dear little
piano come froms" she cried, dropping
the paper bag and rushing over :, open