The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1905-07-14

some faint idea OF the state or a1talfS
between the two. From the earliest
always been more or less fond of spar
ring" but as Mrs. Courtenay was be-
ginning to admit dismally to herself,
they had never a a spar" like this
before. And all about such utter non
sense, too" the little woman mur1nured
ruefully, as she recalled the last, and
most frozen" speech of her lord and
master. But 1 don't care'-forgetting
tina at the present moment her dainty
little nose and REDEEMED eyelids bore
most unmistakable testimony TO her
fragrant disregard Of truth.
II was perfectly right (she always
WASH. He ought not to we-r a bright
Yes, thai was the root of the matter
that purple tie. oh, and how it had
appeared since then. on every possible
occasion. save when. the regulation
white n was necessary, until Mrs.
Courtenay told herself she would never
Wear a scrap of purple again. although
she knew perfectly we'll how much it
enhanced her fair, dainty coloring.
Courtenay had risen that morning
with a liver. or a head. or something.
ana Mrs. C~ourtenay's remark at the
breakfast table as to his complexion
had been the last straw, so to speak. a
spirited argument cnsued, which ended
by Mrs. ~Courtenay's temper rising TO
the occasion, and a brilliant passage of
arms was the result. Later on in the
day the little woman made several fu-
tile attempts to soothe Courtenay's evil
IDENTIFY wounded feelings; but either the
liver, the head. or the something in
~tervened. and at last she told herself
she would leave him TO come round to
his own way. This was -four whole
days Ago, and it would be difficult to
SAY which OF the Two was more miSar-
able.
Mrs. Courtenay had n troubled con-
~sc!ousness of several very sarcastic re-
marks on her part. while Courtenay
could no forget the shy little "olive
branches" which he had refused to
than when, in his reckoning up of hui
man bodies" he finished his lines with
When nae real ills perpleX them.
They make emo themselves to veX
them"
But Mrs. Courtenay had a real ill.,"
as it happene' as she stood thinking
things out-somewhat uneasily it must
horses 10 be brought round.
You may tell Barnes to saddle Vixen
for me-" she said to James as he stood
awaiting his orders for the day.
Pardon me-" broke in Courtenay
freezingly. and With an Enthusiastically
%resolute expression on his clean-cut
handsome face. Il am riding Vixen to-
day" Then turning to James. Bring
Bell round for Mrs. Fame"
Now Vixen was a recent addition to
the stables, bought with an idea Of be-
ing absolutely Mrs. C~ourtenay's own
private property, for the two We're de-
voted TO hunting. and always followed
the hounds at every available opportun-
lily. However, upon closer acquaint-
ance. she proved altogether too much
for her young mistress to manage in
fact. was decidedly vicious and any
thing but safe. Courtenay had decided.
therefore. that She must be sold at the
earliest opportunity. and in the mean
time they must not tempt fate by max
ing use of her. Mrs. Courtenay's order
to James, given In distinct defiance to
this arrangement, proceeded in some
indefinable n best known to her
self from Az overdose of purple tie.
There IT was again at breakfast time,
md more brilliant than ever, it seemed
to her. He must ave bought anoth-
er." she thought, for I'm sure it's three
again, he "he didn't care for II eggs
the bacon was abominably ~overdone-
the coffee was cold"-in fact everything
was wrong but presumably the purple
Tie. In an excess of righteous indigna-
ton, and With a burning desire tc
avenge herself, Mrs. Courtenay
launched her little bombshell, only t.
be met With Courtenay's crushing re.
joinder. She dare not question it, fol
THAT lookon his face, which she had only
seen once or twice during the course OF
their brief married life, told her that
he meant in this thing to "a his way
AS she stood by the window. in hel
neat, trim riding habit, she looked {
picture of lovely, mutinous discomfort
/ h,,t INA faoyS yyc,.a NOT worry far a VDN "
She could not help thinking of Courten
avs remark when he had decided The
mare must be sold.
II wouldn't ride her myself, darling
much less allow o TO do so. DO yoi
think l Will have any needless risk.
for YOU"
Vixen will be a handful his morn
ing, Barnes" she heard her HUSBAND
say i'll his CHEEKY way.
THAT she will SIR" returned tn
man. II don think would risk it j
/ was you. Let me go and saddl,
Freddy: there's plenty of time"
No, We'll leave it as :sss it is" wa;
right nce we get away" Then. tel
your mistress the horses are round"
AS Mrs. Courtenay made her wa.
down the wide staircase a feeling o
sick terror came over her. What |
Vixen We're to prove too much for he
master. itiileSS CnOuSl
she herself was. there was somethin,
N the brute's appearance that mad
her more than regret her hasty orde
TO James.
IT'S all my fault" she thought mis-
arably. Il knew he didn't want me t
ride Vixen, md hes only taken he
himself, SO that l shall be safe"
AS Courtenay stood by, ready to hel'
ner to mount-a labor of love whicl
he always performed himself-she no
,iced the offending purple tie was II
longer visible; had been replaced by
blue one-the Exact color of his eyes
as she had once told him with an ad
miring kiss. That did it.
Putting her pride on one side sh
taid her and caressingly on his arm
Don't ride Vixen this morning, Cour
tenay; she doesn't look safe. There
plenty OF time to have Firefiy round,
she said entreatingly.
"Pshaw! l shall be all right. Don
you worry, little woman" with one O
his old admiring giances. as she set
tied herself in her saddle. But Mr.
Courtenay doubted it, as she notice
the difficulty he had to get Vixen we,
; In hand. However. they were off a
INST, and once out in the open countr
? all Mrs. C~ourtenay's doubts n fear
were blown to the winds. Then cam
lhe short chats with her differen
!. Siends. and when the "Tally-ho" wa
A,,apt,,a1Ey coJp1aI ord +ba1y wa,