The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-09-02
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MI. Finley was a burglar. He was
however, a select burglar. an artist Il
his profession.
On a very dark night n March Ii
walked up the ron steps OF the fines
house in Castletown. The house hat
been sold a few weeks before to a gen
tleinan In France, n Mr. Enjoys rea'
sons for visiting the place before 1T.
owner returned from abroad wer,
known only to himself.
He was a cool man. never takei
unawares. prepared for any situation
which might present itself, and IL OF
that dark night he was surprised to see
would have guessed 1t. Certainly
the servan on the inside of the thresh-
hold did not. He started back in dis
may. believing it to be his new and IN
known master Who stood confronting
him..
Good evening"" said Mr.. Emley.
raising his hat.
"Why-h-hy, we didn't expect you for
several days yet, Sir" stamlnered the
servan
"Indeed!"
Would you like something to eat.
SIR" suggested the servant
II am hungry, and ah-ah"-
"JenkinSon. sir"
Thanks. II you nave something to
drink. Jenkinson. It's a trine raw out
doors. And by the way, has any let
ter COM for me lately?"
This was an excellent stroke of diplo-
macy on MIR. Enjoys part. He was
anxious to know who he was. The adj
dress on the envelope would tell him.
"A letter came two or three days ago,
Sir. but We forwarded it Immediately to
Paris"
II must have missed it. How was it
addresSed?"
Just II. NJ. Smith. the Grange. Cas-
tietoWn.' sir. l think it was an adver-
tisemcnt."
Probably; I'll have supper here"
Yes, sir"
BY noon the next day Mr.. Finley had
in a large degree overcome the strange
had an almost ungovernable impulse
to gather to his bosom all the silver
on the sideboard. and noiselessly fit
through the nearest window.
Il would be an honest man were l
in reality Mr.. Smith," he told himself,
running his hand carelcssly over a
jeweled sword hilt that hung on the
wall.
But the sword hilt held strong at
fractions not consistent with moral re-
form. and Mr.. Finley strolled out of
doors and down the gravel path toward
the wrought-iron entrance gates.
Through the gates came a messenger
boy with an orange envelope in his
land.
Good afternoon. my little man."
said Mr.. Finley.
Good afternoon, sir" said the boy.
you have a telegram? Mr.. Finley
tore open the envelope. The message
was from Paris, and read:
Bad accident. Return in a month
+. Smith,"
"Hurrah! Mr.. Emley, allow me the
pleasure of bidding you a long adieu!
Mr.. Smith, make yourself perfectly at
home for a month. n l think it's high
time Q became acquainted With your
new neighbors."
Mr.. Smith proved an exceedingly
popular man.
The older men said he was "a good
fellow" and the younger men admired
the way he spent his ney- that
is, ran up bills. Altogether his path
was one of roses, and he went on his
rejoicing.
1t was at a ball that he met the
woman in the case.
And 1t was no Wonder that under .he
smile of fortune he forgot he was
wanted by the police Of almost every
large town-in the country, and walked
through the ballroom with head held
proudly erect.
It was thus that she first saw him.
Who is that?" she inquired of a
friend.
Where? Oh, that is Mr.. Smith, of
the Grange"
ooh, the Grange! Up there on tho
hill?"
Yes. Haven't you met him yet?"
NO." she answered, looking curiously
at him., II have not"
She was introduced to him as Miss
NCIo @~1 ,1k 1.zI r--- NJ
weeks ago, too" said the friend who
introduced them. How strange you
well, ah! Paris is rather a large
place, you know" said Mr.. Smith.
y only came from London last night.
Have You been there long,"
The earnest eyes We're unified. and
Mr.. Smith was glad he could tell the
NO, only a fortnight"
How dull 1t must seem to you after
especially as you have no rela-
here, nor any one you know very
II don't find it dull now" he said
The gray eyes dropped. and the petals
OF the rose We're cruelty mutiliated.
There was silence for a while
The third week seemed hardly begun
- was AliliSIcu anu he WIS gazing |
witt dismay upon the unavoidable end
ing OF his adventure. Another tele-
announcing the exact date Of the
real Mr.. Smiths return, threw him into
2 momentary whirlwind OF passion and
defiance.
Il will not give it up! I will not."
But things finally r%eadjusted them
selves to their normal condition, and
Smith was but a thin mask cover
ing Dick Emley, smartest burglar that
yard a ever known.
II have had my taste of high life.
IND 1t has been perfect" he soliIo-
1uized, and the only thing to Go now
IS to gain some lasting benefit from it
4 sort of interest on my money, as it
we're"
Castletown was an old little town.
md within its narrow limits treasured
many priceless ancestral heirlooms.
Family relics were it's great distinction,
and chief among these was silver. IIv-
cry housewife recognized in society had
ner silverware heavy with age and
1t was strange no one had thought
II a silverware exhibition before Mr..
proposed one, but nobody had.
the idea was hailed with delight