The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-07-30

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Gated. he perceived 3 small figure, hnds
cled bright faringscolored shawlands
rather hundledsup-looking costume,
resting inlsthe soft little shabby4pillowedS
chair by the bright fireside. II am glaa to
see you are being comfortably taken care
Of he added, pleasantly. ~ was afraid
that you might have been foolish enough
70 venture home by the cliffs this wild
niEht-you will not attempt 1t, I hopeY,,
The little figure half rose from her seat,
trying to arrange her Observation-Disclosures,
which evidently belonged to ii far larger
and taller person, and holding the gay
crimson-and-ye1lOw shawl tightly round
her.
"Oh, no, sir, thank you,n she said, and q
timid flush rose over her small pale face
up to the very roots of her hair. Since /
have come. Madam Vivian says I am to
stop tonight ut Roseworthy; md Mrs.
Crosse, the cook, and Miss Trewhella have
been very kind TX. me.
She smiled a little smile of shy girlish
fun at her big shawl md trailing skirts.
Not ut all, Miss Winnie, DEAR inter
posed Miss Trewhella, with agenteel short
cough and a deprecatory gesture. Your
dress WIS perfectly wet through, you
know-perfectly wet, sir,n she added,
turning to Captain Tredennick with a
politely explanatory mir: land of course
We had to resort 10 remedies to prevent
poor Miss Winnie from catching cold-poor
child"
Indeed, yes Mrs Crosse put in, with a
broad humorous smile on her round, red.
shining face: '.she was as wetas ndrownedi
rat, Captain Stephen, sir.n Miss Ire
wfielia coughed again to drown the vulgar
smile. but Mrs. Grose went on persistently,
the fntr pleasant smile beginning to widen.
into u laugh. ANo wonder, such u terrible
sohking night as this. She hadn't a dry
thread OH her-had you, Miss Winnie,
dearief We had to take every stitch off OF
her, poor child; and she has nothing on
now only-'M Miss Trewhclla coughed as IL
she would breaka bloodtvessel, and darted
a look of digniied horror ut the cook
"only some things Of mine and Miss Ire
whella's SIR continued. the cool equally,
proceeding to butter the toast; land we
are a-making of her a bit comfortable.n
Indeed, so ] see, y said Captain Stephen,
looking pleased; there is no fear for any
one in these comfortable quarters, Mrs.
Crosse. Dent let me disturb you, l beg"
he went on, moving nearer to the fire rs
Miss Trewhella glided away with q pro
found and graceful curtsey. He meant to
shake hands with the little girl, and warn
her to avoid travelling by Tregarthen
Head any more on dark stormy evenings
like this, II cannot tell how you could
manage to keep your feet along that cliff
road owe the Head In such a gales" he was
saying, when his notice became attracted
to the young girls hair.
That it was thick, and dark, and hang
ing in dishevelled masses over her Shout
ders he had seen ut first, but not until the
blazing freight and his immediate prox-
unity revealed it to him did he perceive
its lustrous, wavy~ abundance, the burnish-
ed golden light on the wealth of ripples
and ~tresscs, naturally curling from the ef-
fects CT the late wetting and sudden hot
drying, and its great length. AS she sat,
it fell below her waist, and lay in silkcn
masses in her lap.
With honest, simple, adnliring surprise,
with not a piece of sailor gallantry in his
kind gray eyes, he laid his hand lightly on
the little bowed head by his side.
My dear child, what beautiful hair you
have" he said.
She looked up in quick astonishment,
her quiet, rather plain face lighting up
strangely with pleasure, md a pnir of very
dark deep-set eyes seeking his most earn.
estly.
Stephen TredennicS had rend-as who
has not?-thc beautiful and touching story
OF The Child OF the Marshalsea;n and in
this moment there flashed across his mem
DRY the scene where the wretchcd woman,
who yields to Little Dorrit's" tender
pleadlngs for u few words as they encoun-
ter each otherin the dreary London streets,
starts back from the first look into the
plying eyes with the wild cry, .You are a
woman!" for, at the first glance of the
DARK, expressive, wistful, inquiring eyes
upturned to his face, he had almost started
back and uttered a like exclamation.
t1ehad taken her to be a girl about four
Teen. Very young rs she undoubtedly
was, and small and slight her form, there
was a strong, brave. passionate, womanly
soul looking through those e%yes-there
were womanly sorrow and wolnanly en-
durance in the lines round her gentle,
firm mouth. They %softened, and the face
grew very young and girlish iii Che quick
Hush of happiness and innocent vanity
which his words had called forth, but she
drew her hair awuy from. his touch, and q
certain air of womanly dignity replaced
the girlish blush.
my hair was quite wet. sir, and had to
be all dried" she said, pushing it bnck al
most out of sight.
"Andit's none too dry yetthatyou should
put it away like TINT, Miss Winnie in
terposcd Mrs. Crosse, rather mischievous-
.ly. Captain Treden nick never saw finer
hair than that ii his life. Now did YOU.
sir?"
mo, l do not think / ever did" he re-
piled, smiling courteously-"that is, what
l was allowed to see of it.n
He paused a moment, waiting to catch
the girls eye, but she kept hcrface turned
away and he thought he saw her low
white brow knit In an uneasy frown.
Goodnight, Miss-Miss-n he said,
confusedly, believing TINT he had forgot
ten a name which, in fact, he had never
heard.
MY name is Winifred Caerlyon, SIR
she ~vouchsafed quietly, barely CHANGING ut
him, and then looking away again.
1.-THE Captain is waiting to bid you
a1 So e: Instantly. s,, r[s sss d t. lst,s a.s,n'