The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-11-23
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nfted her into her high char, then stepped to
me VIDE, caoi doorway to wa oh for her hus-
oand. He came in sight ero long, walking
YEARLY and slowly, as If the fair summer pict.
ore OF mountains and green fields cleaned
upon eyes too sad to drink in their beau v aud
s1gnlhcaitce. A man certainly not old in Years,
but with lines Of care about his temples, and a
PAINFUL droop to tho mobile, sensitive mouth,
Whlcu showed 8 harasslns auXiety-a constant,
daily struggle with fate. His wife walked
down the grassy garden path, ald took his
hand in hers: et g
You are oycr-tired. Jerry. / have Il nice
supper for you, and Gissy is full ofcuunlug
little ways to night. Cheer up, dear"
lie looked down with a sorrpwful smile, and
put his arm around her. 81 am tired Tonight,
l"ute,-tired aud Iii conraged.' ! have been to
Cyrus once mure, but
His voice broke, aud Louie clasped his hand
more firmly, aud raised it to her lips:-
Never mind telling me-, my dear. can
guess II. He is determined tc foreclose the
mortgageg" r
She walked silently up and down the path
with him.
My own brother, Louie! 1t does seem as
II ne might give us another chance, but you
Know how he IS about money. Since he mar
Iieu that second wife of his he seems harder
ina ever; Honest he isZno mau could ever
say that Cyrus Wronged him Of a cent, but
war to the knife to get his own!'
They entered the kitchen, where Cissy was
CSouie oTuul solO Oh neratn Diate, ana cast
lng eager glances ut HE plate of fresh ginger
pred. "lapas baby said Jerry, and bent
down to kiss ler. lie sighed heavily as he
took his seat, while a tear stole down his
cheek.
Ugly man-to make my papa cry" said
Cissy, doubling up her small fist, 'I-I-jes'
kill him!'
The tour-years-old tot had gathered enough
fIom her parents daily converse ion to know
that they were in some trouble connected with
"a man. whom Aftn laraH tn Iu ~ San, n
Few days before at their house. He had talked
loudly and fast, and the mental Photograph left
on the waxen tablet of that infant soul would
have made an angel weep.
"Hush-s h, Cissy Mamma daughter mustn't
talk so. She should be a gentle little grill"
and Louie stroked the little fist till it slowly
uncurled.
Martin Best told me to-day that Cyrus has
Just bougnt another yoke of oxen. and 4 5000
bngGyH' said Jerry bitterly, as he took u forced
swallow OF tea.
well" said his wife, at, can't be helped,
dear. But don't lat us cherish hatred, OF saw
s%nything VIC may be sorry for. J. know it's
hard-it's hard." aud her lips gnivered, as she
looked around the neat, home-llks kitchen, and
glanced beyond il to the yine-wreathed win
dow Of the bedroom VIII re her baby's eyes
had first opened to the light. you know diff
ferent people have dine ent maku-ups." A
great sob rose In her threat, .shc gave ono
look at Cis-y-st ruseled to restrain her feel
iugs, but the tloou-tide of grief must have
way, and rushing to Jerry, sho ca,ped her
arms about his ueck, aud burst into tears, Just
as q shadow fell across the doorway, nnd q
visitor entered. =.
In The morning sunshine, in the corner Of u
hourisl,ing field near a thrifty-lonkipg white
frame house surrounded Nv substantial out
buildings, u man with u bushv red beard. and
small, weasel-like, gray eyes, was noeins corn.
He WAS 80 busy that he leitier saw nor heard
the spproschso Of footsteps to tho fence.
Cyrus Deane. do%yDu know that you're
a-sendin' your own soul right street to perdi-
tont"
He looked up, startled. \ tall, gaunt female
was peering at him from a pair of Glisteuing
spectacles,- "A woman in q rusty black dress,
and a straw ''shakern trimmed with a bomba-
zins cape, and n single bow of black ribbon.
1t was Miss Mahala Trunett. Shs was that
universal village character of whom the weak
aud vicious 70 justly stand in ave. woman
who speaks her mind, and a very
Being possessed OF considerable prop
erty, and social position, she was al
lowed to exercise her privi eye to her hearts
%content. A tongno like forked lightning, when
occasion requiIei, but q heart o~'erllowing with
love for the struggling and suffering. Cyrus
Deane shifted his hoe uneasily. 81 don't see
heow you make it cont thet I'm agoin' any
fa.ter'n other folks. | hain't done nothin' 10
disobleege You tibet | know Off
you know what l mean. was up to Jerry's
last night She gave Inn another steady look
from those Rhadanantlus-like glasses. His
gaze fell before hers.
II hain'tpizened none o Jorry's critters, nor
sot his barn atire, hev L."
"You've pizened his peace O. mind. You've
wore him eout with worry, till he's a waikiki
ghost. l set great store by Louisy Ann, l do,
and when / see her a-git.in' that tit O. high
stericks last night all along O. your hardness
and scrinchiu' meanuess, l coma as nigh bilin'
over az ever l did in my life! Yourown brother,
Cyrus Deane! Tho little curly headed chap
tina. like enough, slep' on the same pillow with
you many a night What would your mother
ha' thought, efshe'd ha' known heow differ
ent you'd turn ont''E
Cyrus Dean drew kown his bushv eye brows,
and gave an energetic kick to IA small bowider.
"Jerry's he'd ez good a chance to git along CT
me. We started even. It's his own look. eout!
He hain't no hand to m~anage,-never was,-
mover could git fore-handsd in his born days!'
'erhe more reason why yoa ought to be mer-
ciful. He hain't he'd ez good a chance ez you.
The year that your barns was groanin' an run
min over, his wheat got the weeyi!, an his corn
ketched the mildew. His cattle, died. an his
tools was stole. He laid sick with rheumatic
fever. and he'd a doctors bill of 500 to pay.
Do you cali that ez good a chance ez yours!
louisy Ann works cZ hard ez Any woinali-
cookin', an cleauin', an grtbbing-an' never
he'd tho fust scrap o hired help, 'cept for
'Ieyen days when Cissy was q aby-an' she
never gifts u ride i'll u bran new buggy, nuther!'
casting a keen glance toward the wason-shcd.
Cvrns mopped Ills beaded brow With q red
cotton handkerchief, and took up his hoo with
a determined air. asi to end the conferences.
81 hain't ben narf as hard on him ez some
folks would La ben. I've GIN HIM time, an
gin him time, I'LL my patience is clean tuckered
eout au' he .kcars a-faitin'behind instid o git
tin forrard. Hos youuger'n l be, no kia so
Vest tS
ont tho cape. Strengthened ous the bow, and SGT
it on her head u sain, and then said, in slow,
measured tones ~ .4
MAY the Lord hev mercy on yonr soul,
CYRUS Dcanc! Ell H., measured it cont to you
ez you do to other fol- you'd hey precious
l,t,ls to be thankful fer A5 s.
She walked slowly down the road, and Cyrus
vent on Will his hoeing. He didn't consider
himself a hard man. Eonest, outwardly he
VAS. as Jerry had said, but "Har to the knife
10 get his own ln Two short weeks he could
foreclosc the mortgage, and Jerry's lite place
wonld he his own. Would he do it? Miss
Mahals's words were ~yerjuice to his con-
sc;ence-for a brief minute hobler feelings
stroye with his greed of gain. then, dashlng
down the hoe:
for himself. He's u grown mau--nota u baby!
Why csrn'r thet cussed old vinesar-face mad
her own bnslncss! - a .s
In the afternoon he drove to the nexttown in
his new buggy. A little h,ssy haired girl ran
ont from a nook in the woods aud erie i:
"Mau-man-tako me o little ride: do,
please
oreatnrs in, Cyrus Denne, had one soft spot il
hin beart-it was for little tiny children. No
%prattling lips had ever called him "iather."
# would have been bet or or those he had to
deal with had it been otherwise.
sand whose liule gal be YOU, pray, ont here
in these Woo = nlcnr ~ he asked.
sJ'm CT ~ neane, and mamma let's me so TO
ths big rouk by myself, cause Know the
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