The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-11-18
MONICA
4 LOVE STORY or MoDEas pays.

AS to what was evidently supposed not to
DC all right UP 10 this, tho Misses Blake
have no time to decide upon before a fresh
nephew and niece present themselves to
their view. They CONG In quite CAVITY
reasslircd, no doubt, by Monica's toner.
Ference, u tall slim lad of about .ixtcen. and
o littla girl somewhat like %Ion.ca, but more
restless in textures, and even n degree more
pa!tid.
NY dear children, Why didn't you come
In be1orc"? says Miss Priscilla, aghast Mt
no inhoslitgblc thought that they had been
shivcring with needless nervousness in the
lall for the Inst five minutes.
They said they wouldn't come in until |
paved the way for them says Monica, Will,
n s!ight shrug of her shoulders that lisa trick
Df hers. They always put eyerythingu upon
my shoulders; q little shabby of them /
call it,
II am afraid You must have pictured us
as.ogrcs,' says Miss Priscilla, which idea
strikes the old ladies as such n delicious
flight of fancy that they laugh outright, and
lcok Mt each ether with intense enjoyment
of thai. little joke.
well, OF course VIC couldn't tell what YOU
would be like" says Monica. gravely. 'slon
might have been people likely to impress
one with awe; hut, as 10 is This Is Ter
ry," laying her hand upon her brothcr,,s
arm; ''aEd this is Kit. She is really Rather
Inc, you know, but no one ever calls herby
SO long a amc She isn't worth it,
Attliis the three B>resfou's laugh among
themselves, as childrcn will, at timc-worn
fun, knowing no fatigue; after which Kath-
crime and Terence are embraced and made
nlnpfl of In. Thor pnx- r,,,l ,.o1,ttrnc n,1
freely commented upon.
Bat ever and Nnon the eyes of both old
ladies wander t,ioushtfu!ly. admiringiy, to
Where the liSsomc Monica stands, like a
pale. penSive lit.
1But low have yon managed to be here so
soon" asks NJ IS Priscilla, when tue I'M
rromptu luncheon, improvisedlGy tle start
led Timothy, has come to al end. The chill
il,sen We're all hungry, AMI have eaten q
Seat deal, and have talked more. lidaed,
though Miss Priscilla has been dying to ask
This question for a long time, it has been
impossible for her to do so, as there has not
been so much as comma in the CONVERSE
ton for this last hour.
The Barastords are like so many clocks
wound up. and bound to go for Il csrsain
time whether they l,keit or not; and, APP
parently, they TO like ii. Now they have
run down a little, rc. encc being exhausted
after his LAST laughing aliack, and Kit wrap
ped in contemplation of MI old-fasliioned
hair brooch that is fastening al equally old
fashioned piece OF priceless lace that adornS
Miss Priscilla's throat.
I'VE came by the wrong train" says Ter
ey. I'VE generally do. Ever since we left
Ithe South of France-whcre we were stay
ing With tile Bo!mns, you know, % our way
here--we have been missing our trains right
and left, and turning up at all sorts of ulex-
pectel places. Haven't VIC, Kit"
.You have" says Kit,with suspicious EN-
phasis. You have such IA pretty trick of
rushing into the first train yousee, wi.l.ou.
yer asking any one where it is going. No
roHaer we always turned UP at the wrong
sud.o2
"Yo;t'rea pretty trick of putting every
thing down Gu other peoples shoulders"
says Terence, with opea disgust. "Wlose
fault was it we We're always so late at the
stations that we hadn't time to make in
nuiries, I'd like to know Couldyou,'' with
fine irony, "te!l usT!'
Certainly; it was nurse" replies Kit,
with dignity.
Dear me! and where is Your lmrsenow?'
asks Miss Priscilla. anxiotisly. Tie query
Is a fortunate one. in that it turns the con
versation into ~ different channel, and
checks the eloquencc OF Kit and Terry, who
are plainly on the brink of All open war.
When last / saw her." says Terence,
'she was sitting on the top of our biggest
box, with cverythingc!sa strewn around her,
and her feet resting on two brown-pnpeI
parcels. l WONDER" says Mr.. Bercsford,
addressing Monica, what on earth she had
in those brown-paper parcels. She has beer
hugging them night and day ever since she
left Jnrttsalem.'
dynamite" suggests Monica, lightly;
wiereupon the two Misses Blake turn pale
AZ that rate, Aunt Priscilla, we needn'
trouble about her" says Terence, pleasantly
'as she must be blown up by this. None
of those ciock-wor1 affairs could be arrang
ed to go on much longer. Poor thing! whel
Iii the flesh she wasn't half bad. l forgive
her everything-evcn her undying hatred tt
myself.''
eff she Is in fragments, 50 are ourt.lings,
says Kit. 81 think she needn't have elected
to sit on them at the supreme moment"
"1on don't really Think says Miss Pene'
ope, in q somewhat troubled tone, remem
beriuy how al innocent bakerin Itossmoyn,
had had some of the explosive matter il
question thrown into his kitchen the nigh
before last, you don't really think tina
these parcels you speak of contain inferno
machines?-Yes, that is what they cal
them, my dear Priscilla" turning to her sis
Ter, as though anxious to apologize for hay
Ing used a word calculated to lead the mint
to the lower regions.
By this time both Kit indifference ure con
vulsed with delight at the sensation the,
h0e created, and would probably have gon
ON to declare the innocent Mrs. Mitchell al
advanced Nihilist of the most dangerou
type, but for Monica's coming to the rcscu
and explaining matters satisfactorily.
Still, l cannot understand how you go
mp here SO quickly says Miss Penelope
call it for the future, my dears, with alit
. tie fond pat OF Monica's hand, sis quit
three miles from the station"
eve should have houghtnotlling of that
says TereIco, '.but for Kit; she has had
fever, You Know pointing to the child
closelycropped, dark little head: $50 W
said we would just stroll on a little and SO
what the country was like"
And lovely it is puts in Kit, estlinsi
astically. 1--WE got mp OH a high Hill, an
saw the sea lying like a great quiet lake bl
meath us. There was scarcely a ripple o
it, and only a soft sound like n sob" He
eyes, that are almost too big for her smal
fare, glow brilliantly.
And then there came by q man with
cart filled with hay, and he nodded to II
nd said. 'Good-morrow, sir:' ana so l noe
ded back, and said, How dye do"' to hin
and asked him was it far to Moyne House
"A good step he said; three miles at til
very ~ieast,''
s. up we got says Kit, gayly,Y ian
away we wcrtin the nice sweet hay, 10
trot. Jog trot. ard so comfortable"
".VIe got on sp,cndidly," Terence says
'aid might indeed have finished our JON
ney respectfully, but for Monica. She lai
on reputation III the dust."
Monica turns upon him al appealin
glance from her large soft eyes that wouI
have melted any heart batthat OF a broth
cr's. (
"Aunt Priscilla" says this adamantin
youth, what is the nam of the house wit
the big gate, about half a mile from this?
..Coole Castle rep.it; she, stiffly, tn
very fact of having to mentiollthe residenc
of the datcsted Desmond making her hcal
beat Violently. But Terry is n perscn bin
to speaking g!anrcs and deaf to wortlc
hints. III effect, Terry and tact are two; )
lie cues on, unl.ceding Ills aunt's evidel
disrtiiSh for the subject:
s.WfIl, lust as we got 10 COoie. / saw a fe