Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-08-10

she didn't mean to upset YOU" This to
the little Sampson whom he rescued
from his forced position upon the floor
81 heard you were coming to o.day, and
thought I'd run over to see you just d
minute"
Over from where? N.t all the way
from Tokita?"
Hardly. That's my ranch over there
the one next to this. You see Pm not
quite the good for-nothing you once
called me-"
Gas though ever had called you So"
"Well, you thought itanyway. tried
but she said she couldn't this evening,
aud she hoped you would leave all cere,
mony and come over tomorrow evening
to make us a visit. We don't have vis-
itors enough up here to keep us In man.
ners, but we're glad enough to see them
> specially it they're old friends.
You'll come. wont your"
eyes, perhaps" l hardly knew what
| said, for was al a funeral then-the
funeral OF my poor, dead hope.
He was. gone. and | was at liberty to
consider how very natural was this re-
suit, and how little foundation there had
ever been for the fancy that he would
continue always faithful to the old love.
who had been false to him; above ali,
how hopeless had been the task I had
set myself. l was disappointed, vexed
with myself, and particularly vexed with
Ernest. Plainly, WAS too cross to be
of any further use as member Of socie-
ty for that evening, so nothing remained
but to bid the family goodnight and re-
tire.
How turned the matter over in my
mind, wondering who the wife might
he of whom he evidently was so proud.
1t could not be the "MlIk-white Doe,''
for had read of her marriage in the
paper, and afterwards of her death,
poor girl!-one advantage of always
reading those notices. ! considered, too,
whether he had ever seen the widow,
Minnie; whether she knew of his mar
riage, and, if so, what she thought of it.
Then my conscience smote me with q
scourge of small chords, rs I re-
membered how | had tried, by skillful
praises of her early lover, to revive her
his five years mourning 10 awaken a
new hope in her heart. Foolish med
dler! What if had succeeded.
Sleep found me in the firm resolve
not to make the half-promised visit,
and to let Mr. Van Dorm and "my wife"
elaborately alone. But in the morning
curiosity triumphed and went. I
passed through friend SIMPSONS pas
ture lot and out into the road, then
turned into stubble field on the 9th er
side OF the highway and so on, up to
the garden gate; and then paused among
the roses to inspect the house. This
was substantial and comfortable, neither
snowy nor very new; probably not of
Ernest's building at all. A wide porch
ran along the front at one side, the front
portion being endowed in Castillian
roses, and the side covered with grape
vines, whose heavy clusters were just
putting on their purple.
Ernest met me in the garden and led
me in with an exultant air, as though l
ought to be as delighted as he was-the
egotist.
For once my obligations were fulfilled
for what did behold but the blue eyes
and bonny hair of my charming fellow
traveller, and just behind her little
freckle face!
$50 this is Mrs. Van Dorn?"
eyes, this is my wife think you
have seen her before, and I am quite
sure you have heard of her."
"Please tell me,' said, chow long is
| it since mistress Minnie became "my
wife?"
| She answered for him: eve were
married just one week from the day l
| saw you. Vanity Fair.