Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-05-04
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ACfOs6 Lie NiiiuiHs CouiitIy iodd3 al
chard wealthy inrusset and golden fruit;
in the rear, a brook, that goes prattling
and cleaning past the c%apacious barn,
from whose windows peep golden
sheaves, and under whose caves cling
the bulky swallows nests.
Such were the features Of pleasant
rural scene to be enjoyed by the way
farer along q certain road in the autumn
time.
The door of the farm house opens, and
with a laugh and bound, Leila Carter,
a maiden of about sixteen, comes racing
out, with a shepherd dog leaping and
bounding by her side.
Very charming indeed she looked
with her lovely lace ard sparkling eyes
half hidden beneath the wide straw hat,
as she a gaiiy along the roadside or in
the fields, now stopping to caress some
half grown lamb, now wild with excite
melit as a stray rabbit bounded from
cover, and proceeded rapidly to leave
out of sight the fat shepherd dog.
Here, Sport, fetch it," she cries, as
she losses a stick far over a clump of
thick underground.
On the other side ofthe clnmp, hidden
from view, sat a young man bnsily
sketching. The stick fell upon his easel,
and striking his pencil knocked it from
his fingers.
Hang i'll" he growled. "Who threw
that?' looking up just as Leila and
Sport came dancing into sight.
Leila stopped short as she saw the
stranger, but Sport, nothing abashed,
ran on, picked up the stick, upset the
easeli in doing SO, and with a quick
bound escaping the full force of the
kick aimed at him, calne wagging back
to his mistress.
Haven't You anything better to do,
miss. thai running over the country,
spelling q fellows work?p queried the
and brushed off the rotten wood adher-
ing to the canvas.
He was a handsome, dark looking
young fellow Of about %, with features
indicative of strength and self reliance.
As he glanced again at Leila, and OBJ
! tanned q full view oflherfor the first thine,
his expression softened into one of adj
miration.
She was STOPPING G Sport tenderly,
but tire was in her eyes as she turned
them on the young man.
How dare you kick my dog?" She
demanded.
He was about to speak more ciyilly
than before, when a sudden idea entered
his head, and he began again to sketch
rapidly.
to be kicked he answered, carelessly,
at length.
.You don't know anything about it.
He's the best dog in the world, and
you're a brute for kicking him." said
the fearless sixteen.
He sketched away as though his life
depended on it.
HOh, well,n he replied, after another
pause, 81 didn't hurt him much after
all. He was too quick for me-"
You meant to. though, and it was
just az mean, as though you did,
We'll, you see, ! was angry because
he upset my work"
.Idon't care" said Leila; "he was
only trying to please me, wasn't you,
Sport?o
He looked at her again, then at the
canvas, then added q few more strokes.
aReaily, | don't see how he can be
blamed for that
And he glanced admiringly at her.
Either the look or the words ishe
wasn't used to compliments) mollified
her somewhat.
sBssides, III make amends" he adj
ded. How would you like a picture
of Sport?p
She came forward, and saw not only
Sport but herself bending over him,
with q mixture of tenderness and indig-
nation in her expression that had been
very %cleverly portrayed. He drew out
his sketch book in the meantime, and
hastily sketched Sport on a leaf, tore it
off. and handed it to her with a bow.
could you do it so soon? What are you
going 10 do with this large ~picture?"
Il have some hopes of winninaa prize
next spring with it. Five minutes ago I
felt like giving it up; now I feel rather
confident of it. That was the reason that
! spoke to you as I did at first. was
afraid youflwould go away, SO / madeyou
angry"
was angry, and I called youa brute,
too, didn't II" Well, / don't care; you
had no right to kick poor Sport" and
she pouted prettily, whereat he laughed,
and humbly begged Sports pardon.
sIsn'tyour name Miss Carter?" he in
Quired, abruptly.
aYes, sir, it is"
Did you never hear of O. fellow by the
AAohIO VI Atail hlt NC. ~ 3eEa WFEl
"Why, yes, of course I have. That is
old kirke's son, the one that was a lazy,
good for nothing fellow, and didn't want
TO be a farmer, and went away five or
six years ago"
He bit his lips and smiled.
am that lazy, good for nothing fell
low" he said; tsor at least, I was. I hope
! have improved since then, though l
don't want to be a farmer even now"
u didn't know. am sorry. Ididn't
mean-"
"Oh, never mind. I dare say I was
lazy aaid good for nothing on a farm. 1
used to NOPE and dream when / should
have been at work. They didn't under
stand me and Idon't blame them; Ididn't
understand myself, your father was about
the only one that sympathized With my
faiicies. By the way, / should like to
see him ii he is at home"
lie is at home. Come along and
Sport and / will show you the way"
Ivan Kirke was a born artist. As a
farmers lad, liviag in the midst of ma
lures beauties, his fove for them had
been fostered, and developed into a pas
sion that made him the vexation Of his
s good, prosaic father. It became certain
that he world make the worat of had