Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-07-06

| forth:
| "No fire yet! didn't say distinctly
| that fire must be made Immediately
and kept going in this weather? There!
Well, if there don't lie my note of direc-
tions in the identical place dropped it
twenty-four hours ago. Well, we'll, that's
encouragingp'
"Pm 50 sorry, DOCTOR" replied Pa
tience, in a choking voice, "but no one
has been here since you left. My hus-
band failed to come home last night.
don't know what to do"
And have you had nothing to eat or
drink in that time?"
Nothing since the tea he brought me
before you came yesterday"
well, then, how do you expect to
nurse the baby or nurse yoursef?" said
he, impatjently. "Let me see it," step
ping to the bedside. "Good heaven
not dry thread on it! AS cold as ice,
and eating its fingers up! And you,"
catching hold of Patience's wrist, "are
| freezing too. Well, what else could be
expected"
~ believe, doctor, that some wood
came for us yesterday; 1t was left out on
the back porch. and if onlyI could have
made the Chinaman hear me call, per-
The Mongolian was soon summoned,
| and when the room was warmed to q
comfortable temperature the surly doc
tor proved himself not quite as heartless
as he had tried to make believe. The
infant was teuderly stripped, bathed,
and made comfortable, while the se,-
| want went for refreshments for it's moth
er.
'I'll ask the landlady to call in occa-
sionally as l go downstairs" said he, in
| pleasantar tone, giving the babe into
Patience's arms again.
ooh, no, doctor, don't please do that
she would drive US out at once if she
knew the state of affairs"
doings to the police" said he, with re-
| drunken scoundrel was raving through
| the streets last night like mailman,
with dozen of his clique following at
his heels, and all bowling like pack of
wolves"
"Oh, for mercy's sake, doctor don't do
it?" cried the despairing wife. "It
would do no good, and Barney don't
mean to be unkind to me. You won't
do it. doctor, will your"
"We]l, all right, then, I / won't' was
ment, assure you I shan't envy you
your lot; but this is my last visit. / have
got no business where there is no one
to carry out my instructions. Women
are fools; natural fools! Good day." and
before Patience could speak again the
irate doctor was gone.
Early in the afternoon Barney stag
gered into his wife's room with eyes half
closed, face bloated, and the fumes of
1ro,,l arro1o,,~, n
| With q delirous look and thick tongue
he made an effort to say:
"How is your boy, Patience? Is he
getting big and fat? Here is rattle I
got for him to play with. Let's give it to
| him. He's fine fellow! Let me kiss
my little son."
| With that he lowered his head over
the infant, now in quiet slumber on its
| mothers arm 1t fell heavily, and in a
drunken stupor the father lay insensi-
BILE, the weight of head and shoulders
on the frail little infant. Frenzied
with fright at the danger of her
child, Patience shrieked for help;
her very nerve was strained to
hold him off, and the strength of her
arms was superhuman in one in her con-
| dition. After few moments struggle
she cast the murderer upon the floor.
Then looking upon the lifeless body Of
her child she walled as bereft of reason.
With the grief-stricken mother two
months passed somehow-no one knew
| how: she did not even know herself, as
| the greater portion of the time she had
been in kind insensibility. She remem-
| bered some one beside Barney had
| made effort to care for her, a colored
| woman, who for few weeks had been
| hired by him to atteod her. This wom-
| ans nursing had brought Patience back
to life. Barney was overjoyed to see his
wife improving, and he poured into her
ears her repentance; but it savored much
| of his natural shallowness. However,
had it had tirmer foundation, it was
| too late. She loathed him as she might
| could she look upon her husband with
| out fancied recurrence of that awful
hour.
Daily the invalid gained strength un-
der the devoted but ill-paid care of the
colored woman, who persistently contin-
ued to call a couple Of times day. Her
husband has long since gone to his work
again. At last she felt herself able to
walk ont of the room, the very atmos-
| phere of which seemed impregnated
with a waking nightmare. 1t was the
| dusk OF evening: Patience TrOdweighty,
| attired in her best robes, bade farewell
to the MacFlatherty domicile, descen-
! ded the stairs, stepped into the street,
| and went-but it don't matter where
| she went.
Barney found abundant sympathy for
the loss of his Patience in his fellow
/ workmen, and balm for his wounded
| heart in the cup put to his lips by fair
and graceful women, earning their sup
port by the sale of their smiles, little
witticisms, and social toleration OF such
as he.
Patience's life, after her flight from
| her husband of a year, was neither q
happy nor long one. When she bade
farewell to all earthly trials she was fol-
lowed to her grave by women, some of
whom were pure in heart, sincere in
tender sympathy, capable ofa fine sense
| of right, and had souls full of true kind
liness. But others of them were only
| out for the sake of parade; women such
as nature had not deigned, on the day
of their creation, to endow with parti-
Gle Of the worthy instincts given in great
er or less degree to most ali creatures,
| both human and animal.
Moral:-Know yourself and the nature
OF your beast; tame your lion first take
the place of your proverbial lamb last.
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