The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-12-09

80 JvultS lcliOWis VI hDDut tWenty-tncec
win Y lean face, dark hair, an:le beautiful
tee'ih He has, too, beautiful eyes, and a
.Aost lovable expression, half boyish, but
intensely earnest aid very sensitive.
lteis looking up at Mrs. Dohun, and Is
talking rapidly, as Monica and Lord Ross
moyne come up behind them.
Mrs. Bohnn, rises hurriedly from her sent,
ana, going up to the girl, embraces her
warmly.
"Ahl MY pretty Monica my little saintr,
she cries, in her sweet, gay, voice, .w!at
happy breeze has blown you hither?.
am living here,-at AToyne,-with my
cunts III q happy, breathlcss way. 'Solne
days ago they described you to NE, andI
Knew 1t must be sou. l wasright. And to-
day have found you.'
I'm always found out, "a a rule" says
Mrs. Bohun, with a light laugh. '.Ihat is
my standing grievance, You know Hernia,
don't yours Indicating the tall, cold-looking
Woman near her, who so far unbends as to
take Monlca's hand kindly and bestow ,non
her one of her handsome SMILES. s.Sle has
come here to look after Inc and see that l
don't get Into d sclape Or make myself ul-
happy"
"Couldyo n be unhappy. says Rossmoyne,
from behind her chair, in so disagreeable q
tone that every one looks at him. DE
cidcdly,' thinks Monica to herself, she has
either neuralgia or an eXecrable temper"
AMiserably So says the pretty widow,
airily. Though, after ALL, reflectiyely, II
believe 1 have even Il greater talent formak-
ing others so. That, however, is my mis-
fortune, not my fault. i was born So like
that poor man with the twisted neck.''
well, this is not one of your miserably
unhappy hours, Mt all events says Hernia
Herrick. "You have been in magnificent
spirits ever since youcame TO Agyohiilbeg.''
You've learned it?s says Olga, staring at
her With pretended surprise. 1.-THE name, ]
mean. Well, you are clever. 1t takes most
people four long weeks. Oh, yes, l am bliss
fully happy here. fought to be. 1t would
be the yrUsscst ingratitude If l were other
wise, as all the men have been good enough
to fall in love with me, and that, of course,
Is the principal thing"
AT this the young man at her feet smiles
openly and presses his face unperceiyed
against ller gown;A but Rossmoyne throws
up his head and glances with a coldly dis
pleased expression into the vague distance.
"Have You been here long9" asks Monica,
turning 20 her friend.
"FcTy long" pettishly. Sometling-per-
haps Rc%ssmoyne-has annoyed the capri
cions beauty. :
'only n fortnight says Mrs. Hcrrlck,
briefly. "Yon must know that"
" don't judge time by days and weeks; it
seems long says Mrs. Boi.un, ''years,-an
eternity almostl'
upon the group. R~ossmoyne's dark face
grows darker still the smile fades from Ro-
naync's face, q shadow falls athwart his
eyes.
u think | like the country" Gays Monica,
suddenly. ut is so calm, so quiet, and there
are moments when the very beauty of it
brings tears to my eyes"
II love it too says Ronayna, quickly, adj
dressing her pointedly in a friendly tone,
although no introduction has been gone
throu III between them. II wonder how any
one who has once tasted the sweetness of It
can ever again long for the heat and turanoil
Of the town.
Eyes, for Il tins it is charming, all-sullic-
Ing" says Mrs. Bohun, 'but for what a lit
Ne time! Perhaps,-I am not sure,-but
perhaps should like to live for three months
of every year in the country. After that, I
know should begin to pine again for the
smoke and smuts of my town.
"lf you are already wearied, / wonder you
stay here says Lord Rrssmoyne, sullenly.
And wonder what has happened to-day
to your usually so charming temper,n re-
turns she, laughingly uplifting her face to
his, and letting her eye rest on him with al.
most insolent inquiry.
Desmond says good temper is a mere
matter OF digestion" says some one at this
moment. Monica starts more mt the name
mentioned than at the exceedingly worn-out
words uttered. She glanccs at the speaker,
and sees he is a very ugly young man with
a nice face, ard a remarkably dismal ex-
nressioil. lie is looking at ~eoss,neyne. .'Sit
down, dear boy,' lie says, soto rocc and
very sadly. There's too much of YOU; YOU
should never stand. You appear to so much
better advantage when doubled in two. 1t
don't sG,tna well, doesit?: but
But snally, when you come to think Of
1T MR.. Bollum Is saying, feelingly, there
Is very little in the country
"Tbere is ut least the fascinating tulip
and lily says the sad man who mentioned
Desmond's naine Don't put Yourself be-
You'd the pale of art by saying you lad for
gotten those aesthetic OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES, l
mean. Don't you yealn when you think of
them9 fdo.n
so glad you are awake at last, Owcnw
says Mrs. s.ohun.
What silly craze about tulips" says Mrs.
Herrick, contemptuously, 81 have always
treated it with scOIn. Why could not the
art IDIOTS have chosen better flowers for their
lunatic r~avingsp What can any one see in
a tulip"
Sometimes carwigs" says the man call
ed Owen.
"Nonsensel 1 don't believe even earwigs
wosid care for it. Foolish. gaudy thing, up.
lifting its lanky neck as though to outdo its
fellows! There is really nothing in it"
Like the country,' says Owen, mcekly,
according to Mrs. Bohun.N
And like Bella Fitzgerald says that
graceless person, with a little grimace.
"My dear Olga says Mrs. Herrick, glanc-
Ing quickly to right and left. ''Doyou never
HtnEs2'
''As seldom as ever 1 can. But why be
nervous, Hernia! If any one were to COM
pare INC with a tulip, l should die ONO,
not clagrin-joN mean, of course Mont
ca, what are you saying to Owei?!"
II don think know who Owen is says
Monica, with n glance at the gentleman in
question, that is half shy, half friendly.
That argues yourself unknown" says
Olga. lie is Master Owen Kelly, of Ke.ly's
Grove, county Antrim, and the bright AMI
shining light of ffe junior bar. They all
swear by him in Du5lin-all, that is except
the judges, and they swear ut him"
Monica looks at Master Owen Kelly in a
family puzzled fashion.
Now tell us what you were sayingtoeacl
other" says Olga.
st was nothing returns Monica. "We
were only talking about this Egyptian war.
But don't really" %nervously, understand
anything about it
"You needn't blush for your ignorance on
that score SIS Mr.. Kelly. .sYou'rein the
general swim; nobody knows"
Lord R%ossmoyne," says Mrs. Bollun,
turning to him with incffable sweetness,
will yon do something forme%"
The transition from GOODNESS to tender
appeal is too much for Rossmoyne; his face
brightens.
You know there is nothing l would not
do for You, +" he says, i5ravety but eagerly.
'.Tilen," promptly, please take that ugly
frown OFT your forehead and put it in your
pocket; or-no, throw it away altogether;
If you kept it near YOU, you might be tempt
ed to put iton again.
II did not know / was trowning.""
"You were" sweetly. You arc all right
sgain now,a and so shall be rewarded. You
can't think how m%nbecoming frowns are,
EN