Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-05-18
F%oUR.LEAVED CLOVER.

pasSers-by on Clinton street, WHO
! found it hard to keep their footing upon
the smooth, icy sidewalks. Two : 9keted,
fir trees in the front yard gifts il in
their coat of ice and sleet, as if hung
with diamond pendants; fair pictures
by the artist, Jack Frost, were traced
everywhere.
| Lola Maurice, this drear, dark winter
day, knew not where to look for bread
for her mother and self. The coal was
low, the flour barrel empty, and she had
used the last bit of butter for her moth
er's dry toast, and there was no money
to get more.
Only yesterday lowering & Bro. had
| given her a warning that her services
were no longer needed at their trade
palace, and real poverty stared her in
the face. For herself she did not care,
but her nervous, delicate mother wa 30
ill fitted to endure hardships; how would
she tell Of her discharge, and their emp
ty larder.
"Why, Lola, you have let the room
get 80 chilly-and what a poor break
fast!" said a fretful looking individual
of 40 years of age, who cnteredt the room
wrapped in a scarlet shawl.
The tears came into Lola's brown eyes
as she gently answered her mothers
complainings and told her of her
troubles.
ooh, Lola" moaned the lady, "what
will become of us? And only think
this time last winter we were at one of
the best hotels in New Orleans. If your
poor father had only lived, we should
| oo& ~ IN, ho On ,>1rrD .Arl kTro nfn,nn
went back to the little dark bedroom,
with headache.
Lola did inded remember that winter
at New Orleans. One year ago to-day
her grave, handsome father kissed her
good morning, babe black nanny not
to allow any n to disturb the late
slumber of his delicate. fanciful wife; in
less than hour he was brought back, the
brown eyes closed, the heart still ID; the
loving father was forever at rest.
Lola comforted the grief.stricken wife
as best she could upon their sad journey
to lay the husband and father in the
home; and when it proved to be true
that Mr.. Maurice had left nothing save
y small house in the western town,
Lola bravely left their elegant New
Hampshire home and VENT to work in
the trade palace" to carr their daily
bread, and brighten up their queer lit
tie house.
Bijou sang in vain in his tiny cage his
sweetest notes; his mistress continued
her sad reverie. The day wore on |, 2
o'clock came. No dinner was eaten;
there was little to cook, and Mrs. Maui
rice was too i'll to eat. A storm of snow
was falling fast and furiously, dark clouds
had gathered. Lola went up to a little
stand Of flowers that bravely held I'D
their heads in spite of the gloom.
Bloom on, you treasure; you cannot
know b sorrows of human hearts. Yet
l feel as if you comforted me-" And she
parted the sprays offs luxuriant hello
tIope. "Oh-oh!" she cried in an ex-
cited tone.
Mrs. Maurice heard her, and came in
to the room. Gust see here. mamma!
Three fonr-leayed c%lovers! Old nurse
Elsie used to tell me that to find them
brought good luck-the dear little shanl-
blngers of better lines" and she kissed
the talisman. Now, for my wish NAM
ma; first. that l may get work; second,
that you may get we'll; third, that, we'll,
l shall leave the good fairies to bring
the third. Cheer up, mansie dear!"
And Lola tried to effect a gayety she did
not feel.
At3 Lola was startled bv q
to the door. 1t proved to be a servant
from the great lady of the town, Mrs.
Glendale, who had admired Lola's taste
in floral arrangements at the last fair
"Would she come and oversee the dec.
orations for a large dinner party next
day?"
She hastily donned waterproof and
rubbers, and was soon at work, fashion
ing baskets, wreaths, crosses and bou-
quets of the bright flowers and smilsx
She sang gaily at her task, for She daarlv
loved the beauties. After her work was
finished, Mrs. Glendale paid her liberal.
ly, then said, ''Miss Maurice. an old gen.
tleman wishes to hear Won sinp.U and
before she could collect her thoughts
she was seated at the grand piano, and a
stately old gentleman bending over her
AT first, the voice was faint and weak
but she thought of "fa,her,n and how he
loved to hear his "sonp-birl." then che
sang earnestly and simply .tAnnie
Laurie" "Auld Robin Gray" and
AUD Lang Syne."
Could you teach INV little grand
daughters to sing like that? I want them
to sing the simple, old-fashioned SONGS
as we'll as the modern music. Could Won
go home with us to New O~rleans?"
"Oh, sir, I cannot leave nv mother.
Father is dead, and I am all she has.