The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1900-01-13

MONICA.
I LOVE STONY or MODERN DAYS
Perhaps, Timothy" says Miss Priscilla,
grayely, las we all seem in ignorance about
the real meaning of this extraordinary word,
you are wrong in condemning it as an insult.
Vt may bc-cr-a term OF cndear7ncnt."
AZ this Terence chokes, then coughs sol
EMMY, and finally, lowering the fan, shows
himself preternaturally grave, as a set-off
against all suspicions.
Il wouldn't pin me faith to that, miss, IL
was YOU" says Ryan, respectfully, but
with q touch of the fine irony which IS bred
and born with his class in Ireland.
We'll, but as we cannot explain this word,
Y1mothy, and you cannot, perhaps the best
ching for you to do will be to go to the orig
lnator of it and ask him what he meant by
it, says Miss Penelope, with quite sstonisf-
ing perspicacity for licr.
Sure l did that same, miss. Twas the
FIRST thing l said to him, ma'nm. What do
ye NAME, spalnael, We thief o. the world
says ], by miscalling a dacent man out of
his name.like that?s' says /. .Igave him all
That, miss. an adale more, though I've for
gotten 1t be now, for the Ryans was always
famous for the gift o. the gab!p
"If you said all that to the poor marine, I
think you gave him considerably more than
you got" says Miss Penelope, land so you
imagery peace. Go down now, Timothy,
ami make 1T up with him over your beer"
Timothy, though still grumbliny in an un-
der-tone death and destruction upon the
hated Sassenach, retircs %duteously, closing
the door behind him.
s.Now, Penelope says Miss Priscilla,
with an air of relief, glancing at the pens
and ink, at which Monica's heart fails her.
She has no doubt whatever about the an
swer being a refusal, but u sad feeling that
she dare make no protest renders her doubly
SorrOwlul.
Dear sep says Miss Penelope, leaning
back in her chair with pen we'll poised be-
lween her fingers, and q general afro pleas.
ed recollection full upon her, lit sounds
quite like old ~times-doesn't it?-to be in
vited to the Barracks at Clonbree."
Quite" says Miss Priscilla, with an
amused smile.
You remember when the Whiteboys
were so troublesome, i'll ON dear fathers
time, what life the officers stationed here
then, threw into the country round. Such
routs! such dances! such kcttle-drums! You
can still recollect Mr.. Brown-cm you not,
Priscilla?-that fashionable young manp
"Yolt have the best right to remember
him. returns Miss Triscil;a{ in a meaning
tone. "It would be too grateful of YOU il
yoa did not, considering what a life you led
him.
And at this the two old ladies break into
hearty laughter and shake their heads re-
proachfully at each other.
You kn0W you broke his heart says
Miss Priscilla.
Tell us about it, %auntie," says Kit, eager
lS, who is always sympathetic where ro-
nance is concerned; but the old ladies only
laugh the more at this, and Aunt Priscilla
tells her how her aunt Penelope was a very
naughty girl III her time, and created havoc
i'll the affections of;all the young men that
came wi hin her reach.
All this delights Aunt Penelope, wlo
laughs consumedly and makes feeble pro-
test with her hands against this testimony.
Poor fellOww she says, SOLDERING down
presently, and looking quite remorsaful. I'll
is unkind to laugh when his name is men
toned. He was killed in the Indian a!s7.saM.,3
long afterward, in a most gallant charge
Yes, indeed, says Miss Priscilla. well
we'll, things ,cHI happen. Coon with til.
answer now, Penelope, as the man is wait
ing and it is wofully late.
Monica trembles. But Kit starts into life
"Oh, don't refuse, Aunt Priscilla!' she
cries, daring from her scat and THROWING
her arms round Miss Blake's neck. Don
nowl LIDO so Dantto go, when l have go
my invitation. and ALL"
But" begins Miss Priscilla: where
npoli Kit, tightening her hold on her neck
with a view to staying further objection
nearly strangles her.
NO 'buts,'" she says, entreatingly: Ere
member how disappointed was about Mad
anne OConnor's, and be good to nc nov"
BLESS the child!; breaks ont Miss PRS
ella, having rescued her win1pip., and ST
saved herself from instant suffocation b.
loosening Kits arms, and then drawing til,
child down upon her knee. .NWhat is sh.
talking about? who is going to refuse any
thing? Penelope, accept, at onca,-dt ono
or | shall be squeezed to deathm.
"Then you lDM go?'s exclaims Monica
Joining the group near the davenport, all
turning brilliant eyes upon her aunts. ooh
l am so glad!'
why, we arc dying to see the inside 0
the Barracks again, your aunt Penelope an,
/, especially your aunt Penelope" says Mis-
Blake, with a sly glance at her sister, VIII,
is plainly expecting it, because she In
tender recollections about her last visi
there" IS
.Oh, now, Priscilla!w says Miss Penelope
modcstly, but with keen enjoyment of tn
joke. After which an acceptance of hi
kind Invitation is written to Captain Col
bett, and borne to him by the destroyer Q
TimothY's peace.