The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-03-12
CHATTER VII.
THE INrRoDUcTION.

81. #E. ~
1t was a never-to-be-forgotten evening
when Captain Langton reached Darrell Court
an evening fair, bright, and calm. The
sweet southern wind bore the perfume OF
lowers; the faint ripples of the fountains,
The musical song of the birds seemed almost
to die away OH the evening breeze; the SUI.
appeared unwilling to leave the sapphire sky,
the flowers unwilling to close. Pauline had
fingered over her books until she could re.
main indoors no longer; then, by Miss Hast.
ing's advice she dressed for dinner which wa
delayed an hour-afterward went into the
garden.
Most girls would haze remembered. as
they dressed that a handsome young office,
was coming; Miss Darrell did not make the
least change in her usual toilet, The THU,
fine dress Of. Grape fell In statuesque folds
round the splendid figure; the dark hair was
drawn back from the beautiful brow and
?%egligently fastened with her favorite silver
arrow; the white neck and fair rounded arms
cleaned like white marble Though the thin
folds of Grape. There was not the least at
tempt at ornament; yet nc queen arrayed in
royal robes ever looked more lovely.
Pauline was a great lover of the pictu:.
esque. With a single flower, a solitary knot
of ribbon, she could produce an effect which
many women would give all their jewels to
achieve. Whatever she wore took a kind of
royal grace from herself which no other per-
son could impart. Though her dress might
be made of the same material as that of 9TH
els, it never looked the IN On her it ap-
peared like the robes Of a queen.
AS Pauline was passing through the cor
ridor, Miss Hastings met her. The govern
css looked scrutinizingly at the plain evening
dress; it was the same that she had worn
yesterday. Evidently there was no girlish de-
sire to attract.
V"Paulinc, we shall have a visitor this eve.:-
ing" said Miss Hastings; ''you might add o
few flowers to your dress
She passed on, with a smile of assent. AL
most the first thing that caught her attention
out of doors was a large and handsome fuch-
sia. She gathered a spray Of tho rich purple
and crimson flowers, and placed ii negligent
~ i'll her hair. Many women would have
stood before their mirror for an hour without
producing the same superb effect. Then she
placed another spray of the same gorgeous
flower in the bodice of her dress. twas all
done without effort, and she would have
been the last in the world to suspect how
beautiful she looked. Then she went on to
the fountain, for the beautiful, calm evening
had awakened all the poets soul within her.
The grand, sensitive nature thrflled-the
beautiful, poetiealamind reyeled in this hour
OF natures most supreme loneliness. A
thousand bright fancies surged through her
heart and BRAIN; a thousand poetical ideas
shaped themselves into words, and rose to
her lips.
So time passed, and she was unconscious
OF Il, until o shadow falling over the great
white lilies warned her that some one was
near.
Looking up quickly, she saw a tall, fair,
handsome young man gazing at her with
mingled admiration and surprise. Beside
him stood Sir Oswald, c0urtly, gracious, and
evidently On the alert