The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1900-01-20

Calls 4 Spaae q SPADE etc. In fact, she Is
materials
That means, she has common sense, Wlly
call her 'material""
Never mind. 1t is quite tmmateridl,n
says MIR. Kelly, TRANQUILITY, after which 81.
lence reigns triumplantly for a OF
Two, until q new figure presents itself on the
small platform below them.
al! there is Desmond, = says Kelly. "He
looks" innoccntly, .as If he was looking
for somebody,
Il hope he will find her" remarks Miss
Beresford, with some acerbity and a most
unnecessary amount of color.
Perhaps he is looking for me-" says Mr..
Kelly, nalvely.
Perhaps so,n dryly.
AT all events, whoever 1t is, she, he, or
1t seems difficult of discovery. Did you ever
see so woe-begonc a countenance as hise?"
II think he looks quite happy enough"
says Monica, without sympathy.
Kelly lets his languid gaze rest on her for
9 moment.
"What has Desmond done to you?:" he
says, at last, slowly.
"DoneW l~laughtily. Nothing. What
could lie do?'
Nothing, l suppose-as you say. By the
bye, l have not seen you dancing with him
this afternoon"
Mo-
'IIow is that?!"
How is what?!"
u thought that day at Aghyohillbeg that
You and Desmond were great friends"
Friends! when we have only seen each
other two or three times. Is friendship the
growth of an hour9!n
mo. But something else is" He looks
ut her almost cheerfu!ly as he says this.
'But neither you nor I, Miss Bercsford,
have anything to do with that flimsy pas
sion."
You mean-"
"LoveI"
rs there such a thing" says Monica,
wistfully, whereupon Mr.. Kelly says to him
self, Nov, what OH earth has that fellow
been doing to her?" but aloud he says, in
his usual subdued tones
II don't know, Pm sure, but they say so,
and perhaps they whoever they may be, are
right. If so, | think it is a dangerous sub
ject to discuss with you. LIT us skip it, and
go on. You haven't told me why you are
not dancing with Desmond"
WIN should Idance witllMr. Dcsmond?!'
.ecause 1t Is not Always easy to nave a
refusal ready, perhaps, Or lie has ask
ed you?"
She would have given a good deal at this
Instant to be able to answer Mo- but the
remembrance of how he pleaded witt her
for one waltz that evening at the end of the
Moyne meadow between her and her
desire. So she says, YES instead.
"And you would none of himw
"NO."
ut isn't my part to ask why" saws Kelly,
with quite q miserable air; s'but still Lean
not help wondering how anyone can dislike
Desmond"
No answer. Miss Beresf0rd, is looking
straight before her, but her color Is distinct
ly higher, and there Is determination about
her not to be cajOled into speech, that is I'M
mistakable. Having studied her fora little.
Mr.. Kelly goes on:
II never know whether it is Desmond's
expression or manner that Is so charming,
therefore l conclude it is both. Have you
noticed what q peculiarly lovable way he
has with him? But of course not, as, some
how. he has the misfortune to jar upon you.
Yet very few hate hun. You see, you are
that excellent thing, an exception"
Il do not hate him." says Monica; and,
having thus unlocked her lips against her
inclination, she feels Owen Kelly of Kelly's
Grove has won. the game; but she bears him
no i'll will for all that. at is the cause, it
is the cause, my soul!'
AS she says this, she becomes aware that
Desmond himself has come to the foot of
the stairs and is gazing at her rcproachfully.
eHere is tickle Fortunes favorite literally
at our feet" says Owen Kelly; and, before
Monica can say anything, Brian has mount
ed the two steps that lie between him and
her, and is at her side.
ST ktYf I SNOW ,,nt <lp,Noa ,,,;kb N, ~,.,, 7 "a
least talk to you for a moment or two?" lie
says, burrlcdly, as Owen slips away.
Certainly" with cold surprise.
"What have l done?' asks Desmond, alb
ruptly, turning to Monica, who is gazing in
a rapt fashion at her large black fan"
nDone%?'
Don't answer nc like that, Monica. l
have offended you. Lean see that. But
how? Every momentof this wretchedafter-
noon, until you came, spent wondering
when you would arrive. And yet when al
last l did see You. you would vouchsafe me
neither smile nor glance. In fact, you
looked as If you hated me!'
"Ereru moment!w sardonically.
Every one."'
Even those spent with Mrs. Bohun?9" To
save her life she could not call her '.Olga
now.
"With herr staring in some surprise a
his inquisitor. swell, it certainly WASH
quite so bad-the waiting, l mean-tlcn
Though still, with my mind full Of you
was"
You were indeed!' interrupting hin
hastily, with a contemptuous smile.
Certainly was the surprise CROWN.
deeper
Il wonder you are not ashamed to ST
there and confess it," says Miss Beresford,
suddenly, with a wratllful flash in her eyes.
II shall know how to believe you again.
10 say one thing to me one day, and an
other thing to another person another day.
and Here she finds q difficulty unwind
ing up this extraordinary speech,so she says,
hurriedly. sit is ho,1tble!n
s"What is horrible?' bewiidered.
But she pays no heed to his question,
thinking it doubtless beneath her.
at least" sllo says. with fine scorn, 'you
needn't be untruthful.'
DO You know" says Mr.. Desmond, des.
perately "yon are making the most Won
derful remarks I ever heard in my life9
There is no beginning to them, and Pm
dreadfulIy afraid there will be no ending.''
NO doubt" seorilfully, you are afraid
Ut | allow l am" says Desmond, lrumbly,
Will it induce you to explain?"
You want no explanation Indignantly.
You knew very we'll what you confessed a
While Observation-Disclosures acre! Thcrcf'
4aVheJcf'
Flirting with Olga Bohun!'
'.WlatN'
did. You know y-udid. Oh, wha.
perfidy! Only a mo1nentsince you declared
it openly, shamelessly; and now You deny
1t! Why, ] wouldn't have believed it, even
of yo7t. How can You pretendto forget it?''
But that there are tears barn of real emo
ton in her great eyes, Mr.. Desmond would
assnredly believe she Is making a vast Joke
at his expense, so innocent is he Of any Of
Tense. =
"If by some unfortunate method, he says,
calmly, ''you have m~etamorphosed any
speech of mine into a declaration relative to
o filtration with Mrs. Boliun. you have done
an uncommonly clever thing. You have
turned q lie into truth. l never said even
nj spoony word to Olga Bohnn In all my
life"
tvThen why,'' in a still mncl.aggrieyed
tone, but with strong symptoms of relenting,
did sou say you wereT'
Il don't remember saying 1t at ALL" says
poor Mr.. Desmond, who has forgotten nll
ab0nt his interrupted remark.
Then what were YOU sayinKt to OLGA lust