The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-09-26

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implore you, as the last of the family.
n only: one livingnpon whom 1 have
any claim, to come to my succor if it
be possible for you to do SO. Your I'M
Gle.
STEPHEN HARTLEY
Mr.. Harry Holmes"
u am glad You are going, Harry"
ITALIA said, as she finished reading.
Poor old man, all alone in the world
and needing aid-his is a sad lot"
Il knew you would feel SO, my dar-
ling" Harry answers; and then, the
letter forgotten, they talk as lovers de-
light to do, until the moments, fving
by, bring at last the dreaded time Of
parting.
"Whois the drone now, Thalia Rivers,
l should like to be informed? exclaim-
ed Ida one evening coming into her
cousins room fully arrayed in an ex-
Guisite ball costume. at is almost
time to be going and here you sit with
that everlasting picture in your hand!
Thalia! Thalia! haven't you forgotten
that nonsense yet?"
No, Thalia has not forgotten, al
though the last three years has been a
bewilderlng time tothe girls shrinking,
retiring nature. She is growing more
accustomed now to the thousand de-
mands snd forms of society, but they
weary her infinitely.
Not one word since their parting has
she heard from her lover; but. as she
had truly told him, neither time nor
place can change her heart" and deep
down III its pure recesses is still en-
shrined one handsome, dark face, with
grave brow and speaking eyes.
"What do you think Renie Andrews
told me this morning?" Ida says q
month later.
"I'm sure l don't know" Thalia re-
plies, locking up from the book she
was reading.
Well, what would you soy if my cor.
oneted destiny were even now on his
way to England? Renie tells me that
her cousin from ireland is to arrive in
time for her fete, and that with him is
to come a veritable Crnsus and heir
to a prospective title. Renie a that
he is handsome, too, for she has seer
his picture. 1 tell you what, Thalia, /
feel in my bones-as nurse used to say
that this young stranger will not re-
turn to his nncestorol acres as unen-
numbered as he comes. Some English
girl will certainly captivate him; and
Why should it not be your humble SER
vant%
BY the time her cousin finishes,
.Thalia's face is full of the amusement
she cannot repress; but Ida is too much
engrossed with her pleasant fancies to
notice or be offended. That same after
noon the postman brings q letter to
Thalia, address in bold, manly charac-
ters. She has never seen Harry's writ
ing, and yet her fingers tremble, and her
soft cheek fushes, as she opens the en-
yelope; for something tells her whose
hand penned her name. Inside are only
a few lines:-
DARING THAL1A-(f I may still call
you so)-This day in which l write
brings you your twenty-tirst birthday,
and the end of the period of our pro
baton. If you remember and still adj
here to the words you said as we parted,
send to me a cluster of flowers like to
those | took from you as rene brance,
and which l have worn ever since close
to the heart that beats now as ~fervently
for you, and you only, as it did then,
three years ago.
HARRY"
An address follows. The next mail
bears with it Thalia's answer. What it
is the reader may surmise.
The two weeks glide by, and a
length, to Ida's great delight, the day
of the looked forward to garden fete
dawns. Ida looks regally handsome.
Thalia's quaint simplicity ofdress suits
the girlish style we'll. The afternoon
is waning, and as yet no distinguished
stranger has made his appearance.
It is warm, and, a little tired by a
game of lawn-tennis, Thalia strolls off
to a rustic seat. Throwing aside her
hat, she leans her head upon her hand
and for o while loses herself in O happy
d~ay-dream. Suddenly q step approach
es, and q well-remembcred voice speaks
her name!
With startled eyes, ITALIA springs to
her feet to find herself drawn to o
manipulating heart.
do youknow me, Thalia?"
Eyes, she whispered; sit is my lover
come back to me-"
He laughs joyous laugh.
"Myconstant darling!" he murmured.
"And you still are ready and willing to
leave your luxurious home and become
a poor mans wife,"
I'VE will not be poor, Harry, for we
shall be rich in love-"
A look of almost adoring affection
fills the young mans earnest eyes Az
they rest upon ths sweet, downcast
face.
II have something to tell you, little
one" he says, "that will surprise you.
I went to Ireland expecting to find a
relative, old. poor and needy; I found
uncle, titled, and the sole represen-
tative of a rich and powerful family.
His letter had been worded thus to try
me. He was in need, he said of affec-
ton. found him waiting and longing
to extend to me the fathers love I had
never known, and 1 stand here to-day MS
his heir, waiting to claim the wife who
loved me when poor and obscure, and
who trust, will care for me Just as
much in my changed circumstances.
"You are a lucky little thing!w Ida
says, when the truth is made known to
her, "and | think your case proves that
after all it does pay to be constant and
And much to her worldly mothers
chagrin a year latter, instead of waiting
for the often talked of coronet, Ida gives
her handsome self, Indifference and
listlessness left behind to a poor young
bank clerk whose only claim to consid-
GRAFTON is an honest, loving heart.
There is in the southern part Of Neva-
do, near the Arizona line, and o short way
above the Grand Canyon of the Color
ado, a house built OF petrified logs.
The cabin is six feet high and the in
terror is seven by eight feet. 1t is built
in the side Of o hill, only a portion of