The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1900-01-27

of earth. You may" witherlngly, feel
like 1t, but you certainly don't look like it."
II am not complete, l know that" says
Mr.. Desmond, still full OF unholy enjoy
ment. II lack bright Apollo's Lutte strung
with his hair but II youwilI wait amoment
will run back to Coole and get the nearest
thing to it,
He turns as if to fulfill his words, but Kit
stops him.
Don't 60" she says, laughing gayly, now
herself. Even the very original Lutte would
not transform you into a goa. Stay If you
want to. After all, now l am again in my
senses, l dare say you are as good to talk to
as q heather deity"
"Oh, no." Says Mr.. Desmond, humbly.
"They always Numbered when they spoke;
so think how imposing and convincing their
arguments must have been!"
"Horrid, I should think" says Kit. "And
now tell me what brought you here~
This is abrupt, but, taking her in her own
mood, Desmond answers, bluntly,-
Monica
"She told you to come?!'
"NO. But l want to see her"
"She has gone to her ROOM"
MAKE her leave 1t again. Tell her I can
not rest until l SEQ her; tell her anything;
only bring her to me for even one short mo-
ment."
"But it is some time since l left her; per-
haps she is in bed"
but not asleep yet, surely. She loves
you, Kit; induce her, then, to come to her
window, that I may even catch a glimpse of
her, If l may not speak with her. But she
cannot be in bed; it is so early" says Mr..
Desmond, desperately.
We'll" says Kit, %relenting. and striving
to forget the blank occasioned by the substi-
tuition of an ordinary Desmond for an en-
~taordinary deity, "I'll see what can be
DONE"
You WILL" eagerly, "rcallym
Eyes, really. l will stand your friend"
says Kit, so!emnly, feeling now that, even
If the old gods have denied her an intimate
acquaintance with them, still they have de-
voted her to the service of Cupid, and have
secretly commanded her to help OIL the mach
nations of his naughty little highness.
'sThen will you tell her | want to see her
here nop-for only a bare second if sho
So wills 1t? Will You tell her this from Inc?
Dear Kit, S,ccet Kit, l entreat YOU to do
this"
0 how sweet ! am when you want me
to do something for youW says she, with a
little smile. ''Therc! ! ca:n see through you
as clearly as though You were crystal; but I
like you all the same. You must have some
good in YOU to fall in love with my Monica"
'.Others can fall in love with her, too,' re-
turns lie, with moody jealousy.
"Ah, yes! L saw that says Kit, lifting
her hands excitedly.
who could fail to see it? Who could fail
to love her?" says Desmond, sadly. Then,
being in such very poor ease, and looking
sorrowfully for comfort from any source,
however small, he says, nervcusly,-
Kit, answer me truthfully-you have
sworn to be my friend; tell me. then, which
do you count the better man,-him, or me?'
But that a sense of honor forbids him to
pry into his loves secret thoughts he would
have asked whom she counted the better
man..
"You," says Kit, calmly. ~ have no
doubt about it. lhdte fat men, and so does
Monica. have heard her say so, over and
over again"
'Oh, Kit! what a dear little girl you aret'
says Mr.. Desmond, with grateful fervor.
We'll, I'm glad you like me-" says Kit,
sbecause"-frankly-"I like you. It was
very good of You to lend that gun to Terry;
Haven't forgotten that, though, goodness
death with it, (she delights in old-world
phrases such as this) "and | like you, too,
for loving Monica. Isn't She laying her
hand upon his arm, and looking trustfully
into his eyes,-''isn't she pretty?9'
"She is like al angel" says Desmond,
feeling all his heart go out to the fragile,
ethereal-looking child before him, as he
listens to her praises of her sister.
"Or a saint. perhaps. Monica is a sanity
name. Was she not the mother of st. All
gustine?' says Kit, quickly. After the old
gods, a passion for the saints, and their lilies
and roses and fiery trials, animates herchild-
ish bosom. ''Oh! and that reminds me" she
says; she told me to bring her ina lily,
fresh with dew,-one of those lilies over
there in that dark corner. Do you see them.
tall and white"
II see. Let me pick one for her. Here,
take it to her, and" laying his lips upon 1t,
this with It,"
II will. And now let me run in and try
my utmost to persuade herto come out here.
But" doubtfully, as she remembers how
Monica refused with studied GOODNESS to
meet his parting glance at the barracks a
few hours ago, do not be too sure of her
coming. She may refuse, you know. She
Is peculiar in many ways. and she thinks
herself bound in honor to Aunt Priscilla not
to look at you. But stay here, just in this
SIoS uiNt hiil vi lilO III VIA L AHl uoitS
my very best for you"
Her little face is so earnest as she says all
this, so fearful that lie may have to endure
disappointment, that he is greatly touched.
Pushing back her hair from her forehead
with both hands, he lays a light but loving
kiss upon her brow.
"GO, my best friend. ! trust all to you,"
he says, after which the slender sprite
! springs away from him, and, entering the
shadows beyond, is soon lost to him.
Reaching the house, she mounts the stairs
with swift but silent footsteps, and, after a
nervous hesitation before the door of her
aunt Priscilla's room, finds herself once
again face to face with Monica. That pref
ty cause of all this plotting is not in bed, as
Kit had predicted might be the case. She is
not even undressed. She has onlyexclanged
her azure gown for a loose white morning
robe, long and trailing, and lavishly trim
med at the throat and wrist with some rare
old Mechlin lace that Aunt Penelope had
given her a week ago, glad In the thought
that it may perchance add another charm to
the beauty Of her darling.
Her hair is rolled up in a small, soft knot
behind; her face is a little pale; her eyes,
large and luminous. have great heavy shad-
ows lying beneath them, suggestive of ia.
tig,e and firing thought. Altogether, she
is looking as lovely as any heart can desire.
"Ah, you have returnedE she says, as Kit
enters. 'fIow long you have been! gave
you up. l thought some pixy had become
enamored of you and'had carried you off to
his Kingdom"
81 was in danger of nothing so insignif-
cant as a pixy. 1t was the great Apollo's
self l feared" says Kit, with a sly humor-
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