The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1900-01-13
themselves on the landing-place above,
Rydc, WHO'S looking bigger md hotter and

Rydc, Who'll looking bigger and hotter and
st0uter than usual.
Captain Goblet in the largestroom-there
are hut two available III these rustic bar
5racks-is trying yainlyto find n comfortable
quarter for old Lady ~Eossmoyne, who ~
both deaf and stupid, hut who, feeling 1t her
duty to support on all occasions (botii fes-
tive and otlierw'se) the emissaries Of her
queen, has accepted this invitation, and is
how heartily sorry for hersloyalty.
She is sitting III dnrance vile upon a low
clair, with n carpet seat and a trcacllerons
nature, that threatens to turn upon her and
double her up at any moment if she dares
to give away to even the smallest amount ct
natural animation: so perforce the poor old
woman sits still, like ''paticnce on a mon,,-
ment smiling at grlef,' and thai her own
grief, too, which, of course, is harder to
bear!
so glad you've come! We were quite in
despair about you; hut better late than
never, ell?'' says Mr.. Rydc to Monica, with
a fat smile. There is rather much Of too
solid Gesl'' about his face.
II dare say" says Monica, very vaguely;
she is looking anxionsly round her, hoping,
yet dreading, to see Desmond.
In the next room can be heard the sound
of music. MY Queen" is being played very
pINltliS khIoi kh1Alo Wy oShiSbOuS Iuil
Ing is evidently going on, and Monica, who
adorcs it, feels her toes trembling in her
shoes.
MAY l have the pleasure OF thls@.' says
Mr.. Rydc. ''l've kept it for you all along,
you know. If you tell me you have already
given it away, l shall feel myself aggricved.
indeed.''
WAS there ever so silly q young man9"
thinks Monica, and then she says aloud,
mo, it is not promised and lets him place
his arm round her, and reluctantly minslcs
, with the other dancers. To do him justice,
he waltzes very well, this fat young marine,
so it cannot be said tina she has altogether
a lad time, and she certainly fees a little
glow Of pleasure rs she pauses presently to
recover her breath.
AS she does so, her eyes reston Desmond,
He, too, is dancing, aud with Olga Bollun.
He is whispering to his partner, who. is
whispering back to him i'll n somewhat pro-
nounced fashion, and altogether he is look
ing %radiantiy happy, md anything bit tile
disconsolate swain Monica las been pic:ur-
ing to herself. He is smiling down at Olga,
and is apparently murmuring all sorts of
pretty things into her still prettier ear, be-
cause they both look quite at peace with
each other and all the word.
A pang shoots through Monica's heart.
He can be as happy thea, with one pretty
woman as with another! She by no means,
you will see, depreclates her charms.
All he wants is to have 't'othcr dear charm-
/ er away
At this moment she encounters his eyes,
and answers his glad start of surprise with
q little scornful lowering of her lids. After
which, being fully aware that he is still
watching her i'll hurt amazement, she turns
q small, pale, but very encouraging face up
to Ryde, and says, pro.tilN,-
You said l was late just now. Was l?!'
Very. A tleast it seemed so ONE" says
Ryde, with heavy alteration i'll his glance.
Feeling, rather than seeing, that Mr.. Das-
moMd has brought his fair companion to'an
anchor close behind her, Monica says in q
soft, sweet voice.
II didn't mean to be late. No, indeed! l
hurried all l could; but my a,tnts are SLOW
to move. | was longing to be here, but
they would make no haste
you really longea to be !eraos' asks he,
eagerly. We'll, that nds good of you! And
Ss sou have come you will be kind to me,
won't yone You will give me all the dances
you can spare|!'
.'That would be a great many" says She,
laughing u little. You mighttire of me il
l said yes to that, The fact is, l know no
pOtS uCIS. ain GIfuttIttD lliClC 10 liz oiC L
\ care to dance with"
"You will have another tale to tell later
on returns he gazing with unreprcssed adj
miration at her charming face. Before the
avalanche Of worshipcrs dcscends, promise
me all the waltzes."
Are my dances, then, so necessary to
you" with a swift upward glance.
They arc, at all events, the only ones |
care for" returns lie, cluinsily, bit heart Iy.
"All the others will lie i'll the scale with
duty"
Every subjects duty is the kings; but
every subjects soul is his own,' quotes
Monica, lightly. .'Wly dance unless you
wish it?"
Because my soul is not my owns re-
spends lie, with a sigh. 81 am bound to
dance with every undanceable woman hero
to-day, or they will go home and revile me.
You ought to be sorry for me if you a%ren't.f'
"Well, l am" says Monica; and so You
shall have every waltz on tbs programmes
With this she let's him take her in his
arms again, and float away with her to the
strains of the waltz then playing, and far
away from Desmond'S Jealous ears.
swell, l had no ideait was in her." says
Mrs. Bohun, i'll a brcathless sort Of manner,
when Monica has quite vanished. "Allthat
was meant for YOU, you know; and how
pcll she did itI'
'Bnt 1chy should it be meant for lne9
What have / done that She should 50 i'll use
me?' says Desmond, also brcathless. "And
you speak of her rs if you admired her and
she ought to be praised for her. conduct,
when you have just heard from my own lips
how devotedly l nm attached to ler!'
II cannot help admiring genius when l sec
it, says Olga, with a gay laugh. She
made up licr mind-naugh,y little thing!-
to make you miserable q minute ago, and
she succeeded. What can compare with
SUGGEST But in very truth, Brian tappin.
his arm Familiarity with her fan IAN actor
Monica notes from the other silc OF tbs
ROOM, 81 would see you a victor too, and ii
this cause. She is as worthy Of You as YOU
of her, and Il fig for ones cousins and sister:
and annts, when Cupid leads The way
She has thrown up her head. and is look
ing full Of spirit, when Young Ronayne, mp
preaching her, says, smiling,-
This is our dance. l think, Mrs. Bohun"
us il? So far, so good!' She turns agaii
to Brian: Faint heart never won 1ai
lady," she says, warningly.
81 cannot accuse myself of any fccblencs
of that Sort says Desmond, gloolnily. "a
, you see, it all rests With her.
perhaps she isafraid of tt:e family feutl,
says Olga, laughing. zone hears such a 10
about this Blake-Desmoud affair that l fee
l could take the gold medal if examine,
about il. There!-w,at nonsense! Go am
speak to her, and defy those dear old ladle
, at Moync."
'sYou were talking about that pretty Mis-
Beresfordy's says Eonayne, as Brian move
away.
Eyes. But, sir" arcllly, show dare yo
see beauty in any woman when / am by?'
"Oh that l could sec you really jealous
and of aner' returns he, half sadly, lookin
at her with longing eyes. IF l thought
could make your heart ache for even on
short minute, l should be the llapp:est ma
alive"
. boy, you mean! Oh, traitor! And woul
, you lave me miserable for your gratit
catinr?:'
. ut would be for yours later on. For tia
one moment you would gain 4 slave fol
ever"
!, "And unless Pam wretched for that on
i moment, | cannot gain my slave"s'
!, You know the answer TO that only to