The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1900-02-03

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t'Tlley weren't very low, miss. He wore
one o them getaway coats" says Bridget
in an injured tone.
"You fail to grasp mymeaning,' says Kit,
gravely. s1lowevaI, let it pass. If this note
requires an answer you.can wait inthe next
room until l write it."
Then she tears open the envelope, and
reads as folloWs:-
DEAR LITTLE KIT Owing you all the
love and allegiance i'll the world for having
of hcrg 1t is a lovesick swain who doth en-
run through your pretty lieadS If so, my
me a second time. Ever yours,
BRIAN"
Prompt action is as the breath of her nos
trils to Kit. Drawing pen and ink toward
her, without a moments hesitation, she
scribbles an nswer to DcsmOnd:-
"Wc are going toward Ba!lyvoureen this
afternoon, to take a pudding to old Biddy
DAILY; any one CHANGING to walk there also
might meet lis. Count upon me always.
This Macchiavellian epistle, which she
fondly believes to be without its equal in
the matter Of depth, she folds carefully,
and, inclosing 1t in AN envelope void address
or anything mark the astuteness of Mat!1,
calls to Bridget to return to her.
you will find the boy you mentioned as
being by birth n Madden; she says, a%ustere-
lN, and give him this: and you will refrain
from gossiping and idle talking with him,
which IS not convenient
1t would be impossible to describe the
tone in Which she says this. Bridget, much
disguised, takes the note silently, and with
sufficient nervousness 10 make itself known.
Indeed, she is so plainly impressed by Kits
eloquence that the latter's heart sings aloud
for joy.
voice, and goes away with indignant haste,
to tell cook, as she passes through the kitcl-
en-, that "Faix, Miss Kit might be her owr
gran'mother,-she is so ould an quare in hel
ways"
Kit meantime goes in search of Monica,
with a mind stored with crafty arguments
for the beguiling of that unconscious maid.
ell. Hearing voices in the "morning-room,
she turns in there, and finds the whole
/ family in conclave.
Miss Priscilla is speaking.
Yes, l certainly think hospitality of some
sort should be shown them,'' she is saying,
with quite an excited flush OH her dear old
ugly faca. 1--WE cannot, of course, do much,
but afternoon tea, now, and some pleasant
people to meet them,-anl strawberries
and 4 little stroll round the gardens-eh?
And, Penelope, YOU used to be a great hand
at claretcup in our dear fathers time; and
then there is tennis. L really think, you
know, it might be DONE
rs there going to be a party here, Aunt
Priscilla"!' asks Kit, with enlarged eyes.
We'll, my dear, we are debating the pos
| SlDjlltipS nf If inst f1,n prps anil pnnS - SoyS
bliss Priscilla, precisely. 'sYour aunt Pene.
lopc agrees with me that some attention is
due to those young men in Clonbrea Bar.
racks"
"Sou are going 10 ask Captain Goblet
and MI. IiyGe here! Oh. what fun!' cries
Kit, seating herself, minus invitation, on
Miss Prisci las knee. and twining her arms
round her neck. ID you know, when with
mother we didn't dare call our souls our
own; but with you we arc having real good
old times! Aren't we, now"'
"Oh, Kit!-my dcdr Kit!-you must not
speak 50 of your lost mother cry the old
ladies in a breath, both greatly distressed.
We'll, Isha'h't il you don't wish it; but
1t is true, for all that. When is it to be.
Aunt Prise,
Next week. I suppose" says Miss Pe,e-
lope, promptly, seeing that Miss Priscilla is
still too agitateil to reply. "And | think,
perhaps, 1t would be rather nice to have tea
i'll the orchard"
oh! how quite too lovely!' says Kit,
clasping her hands.
Quite too utterly, co%nsummately, precious
~ ~intense"' mlltterS Terence, soto 4,oce. re-
garding Kit sideways, who returns his rap
turous glance with one full of inefrable dis.
dain.
II hope Michael won't object" says Miss
Penelope, neryouSly. Michael is Sic gar
dener, and they are ali, without exception,
afraid of him.
Nonsense, my dear! why shouhI he?!'
says Miss Priscilla. 1T isn't because he
has been here for years that he is to forbid
us the use of our grounds, and of late l con-
slider there is great fault to be found with
him. Long service should not generate neg
lect, and of late there has not been a good
lettuce or respectable dish of asparagus in
the garden.'
There wasn'tevcn anythymelas week.,
says Kit, who maintains an uiiuying fcud
with Michael. ''lIe had to get some fresh
plants from Callilmore."
Thine was made forslaves,' y says Terence,
meditatlvely. "I0uaren't a%slave, are your
Ishould hope not says Kit, Jelly.
"Then 20 can't want time; so don't wor.
= 1hat l'opl YIN 'lall VI ltlC Sultel ABOUT III.
He hasn't II scytlie. or n bald head, or a dis
nal forclock; SO he can't know anything
about it,
10 are so clever, says the younger Miss
Bcresford, with mmiXed scorn. that / Won
der something dreadful doesn't happen to
you.''
80 do l." says Terence.
We'll, auntie, and whom shall we ask to
meet these men of war;; says Kit, ignoring
him. publicly, to his great delight.
u suppose Madame O'Connor and all her
party, aud the Trenches, and Lord lsoss-
moyne,--who / hear is still in the country,
-and-- Penelope. my dear, viii you sit
down and write The invitations now for
Friday next, as l must get ready to go to the
coast-gunrd station. That girl of Wilson's
is Ill, and wants to see me"
Monica risingnt this moment to leave the
room, Kit follows her.
1T is really too amazing" she says when
they find themselves intlie hall. 80 think
of their blossoming Into a real live par:yI I
feel quita-overconc.''
$50 do /, says Monica, laughing.
There is only one drawback TO tn SAYS
Kit, softly; Il am so sorry Brian can't be
asked
Monica flushes furiously, and swerves
away from her somewhat impatientlv; but
reply She makes none.
There are cobwebs in my brain.n save
Kit, raising her hands larguidly head.
with the oppressed air Of one who is brave
ly strugsling with a bad headache. "Ilhink
ls,.ail 80 for c walk to Elddy DAYS. to try
and rout them. ] prolnised her old mother
q pudding the last day l was there, aud to-
day cook has it ready for me. Will you
come with me, Monica! Do.'
NO to-day, think says Monica. lazily.