The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-12-09
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4 LOVE AIOnY or moDEsRN PAYS.

1 LOVE ,ronr Or noDras DArs.
make my room very tidy. says Monica,
giving her her directions before starting.
And, Canty, l shall want my blue dress for
dinner. You cali put 1t out,n
Yes, miss, wlltrenpon Monica prepares
ioleave the room; but the new maid stops
III sc please, Miss Monica,n she saws,
hes,tating and applying her apront to hsrlips.
Yes, Canty.n
wouldn't call me that"
Call you whatyn
"Canty, miss"
But astonished, @sn't IT your namep,
NO, miss; me Eamc is Bridget
i,ul surely Ganty Is your name, tooT'
We'll, It's nc fathers nlme no donht.
but faix / feel Just like a boy when Won cnlil
me by it, an ye wouldn'tlikeme to feellihe
boy, miss, would ycg." says the village
beauty, casting All anxious glancsa at Monica
from her dark Irish eyes, and blusiinr
deeply. u'
certainly not" says Monica, laughing 1
little. Very well, Bridget; for til, f,tturo
name" =
Thank yc, miss" says bridget, with 4
sigh OF profound relief.
Ihen Monica runs downstairs, where shc.
nnds he aunts lin tlle d~rawlngroom, dressed.
~ tfelr very best silk glwns, waiting for
Ine carllage to come round. There is a liz
We deiay, which wasted time til two old
iaules spend IN enucavorlng todrill Terence
INTO shap'. Something of this sort is going
on as Monica enters.
When I Introduce you to Madam O.Con-
nor OF Lady RoSsmoyne my dear boy, be
sute ycu makes Very low bow. Nothing
distinguishes agentleman so muchfrom the
common her,l rs The manner of his salute.
NOW make me Il bow, that l may Judge OF
your STYLE" Thus Miss Priscilla.
Il couldn't max one to order like that.O
says Terence; yet he sulkily complies, MAX
ing q yery short, stiff, and uacompromIisins
mol that makes both aunts lift their hands
In dismay.
"OA, no, my d,ar!-that won't do at a,li
Most ungraceful, and totally devoid of tho
dignity that should Inspire It. Now look at
me. 1t should be something lika his.n
making him a reverence that might we'll.
have created admiration III the court OF
Queen Anne.
All, yesl that is something like what it
should be- chimes in Miss Penelope, pay.
ing q tribute to the talent of her sister.
Priscilla has caught the true tone. / wish.
Terence, we could see you more like your
dear grandfather; he was a man to bow"
Terence, calling to mind the portrait of
his dear grandfather" as represented in
the elaborate gilt frame in the %dining-room,
III a court suit and q pcr,wig, and with an
snominabic slmper, most devout.y thanks
his gods that he is not like unto him. He is,
indeed fceling goadcd to the last degreel,
about to break into uhsecmly language,
when, fortunately, the arrival of the ancient
eqnipage that has done duty at Moyne az
state carriage for generations is announced.
The coacliman, who is considerably older
than Timothy, draws up the old horses be.
fore the door with a careful manner that
impresses the b,ho!der with III belief that
he thinks they would run away in a minute
II he relaxed a muscle Oh til, reins; and a
small boy, who acts as foot,nan and looks
decidedly depressed, lets down the rickety
steps.
Miss Priscilla Blake then enters the car.
rage. She is followed with much ceremony
by Miss Penelope. After which Monica
who Is impressed by the proceedings, anu
Terence, who Is consumed witllsccret mirth,
step In and seat themselves. Then the
coachman says, Gee upr' in exactly tho
tone he his employed for forty years; and.
the gloomy boy settling down beside him,
they are all presently Oh the fair road to
Aghyohillbcg.
Gazing at the natural beauty Of the wild
loneliness around them;
Joy rises In her like a summer morn.n
And then she sees an old house, low, broad,
picturesque, with balconies and terraces,
i and beyond The house startling lawns, and
at one side tennis-courts, where many gayly-
clad figures are moving to and fro.
Then they 81 descend from the time.
honored chariot, and cross thelawn to where
they can see their hostess standing, tall and
erect and handsome, IN spite Of her sixty
years.
Your niece?' says Madam O'Connor,
staring hard at Monica's pure little face, the
FIJI looking straight back at her with a Ger.
tam amountof curiosi;yin hereycs.-''Well,
Iwish you no greater fortune than -FOUR
face, my DEAR says the cd Irishwoman.
Thought to be a rich one, I'm thinking.
You're like your mother, to-; but your eyes
are hone-ter than hers. Yon must know |
knew Kitty Blake very well at one time"
'Ihavc heard my mother speak of you,"
says Monica.
"Ay-so? Yeti fear there wasn't much
love lost ba.ween 49, Then she turns a
little aside to greet some one else, and Moni-
ca lets her eyes roam ound the grounds.
Suddenly sh, starts, and says out loud,-
"Ah!there is Cigar
You know Mrs. Bohun, then?" says the
hostess, attracted by her exclamation and
her pretty viracious expression.
$50 very, very well" says Monica. She
has flushed warmly, and. her eyes are brill
n IN ut p 81 1x,n,,t r., 81 a n l. - or. ,,,o.A - 90
to her, please
BLESS me! what a shame to waste that
Lovely flush OH a mere woman!" says Mad.
am OSConnor, with q merry laugh. "Here,
Fred" turning to young man standing
close to her with a very discontinued OK
preston, Il am going to give you a mission
after your own heart. Yen are to take Miss
Beresford over there, to where Mrs. Bohun
is dealing death to all those boys.-This is
Lord lsossmoyac, Miss Bercsford; he will
see you safely over your r,lbiron."
sOh, thank you! says Monica, gratefully
smiling at her.
.sTnt, chilli! thank me when I have done
something for you. 1t is Fred's turn to
thank me how" says Madam O'Connor, with
Q merry twinkle in her gray eyes.
She is a large woman close on sixty. with
an eagle eye and y hawks nose. As Monica
ASaNSa hSA siS NouttIIuCS uGl POsSlR Will tlo
half-dozen young men round her, who arc
all laughing at some joke. Presently she
herself is laughing louder than any of them
(being partial to boys and their 1'fun," as
she calls iD. Bastowing o a slnart blow
with her fan upon the youngest and proba-
hlStherefore most fippanto OF Ii r attendants,
sha stalks away from them across the lawn,
to where two ladies are sitting together.
Have you seen that girl Of Kitty Beres-
ford's, Edith?' asks Madam O Connor of the
elder lady.
.vThat little Misunderstanding girl who
came With thosetwo old Miss Blakesg, asks
the youthful old woman, with a profound y
Juvenile lisp.
Faith, l don't know about her being
washed out, says Madam O'Connor, blunt
ly. Il think she is the prettiest creature I've
seen tliis many a day..
".You ara 50 impulsivc, my dear Thercsar'
says her friend, with a shipper; ''all your
geese are swans.
and other peoples swans my geese, l
mpOosa.1 saws Madam. with n glance at