The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-03-07
LOVES MIGRlTI0NS,

what is it? Only a crazy Ophelia with
A garland of wheat and a swinging will
low.
The grandmother of this love-lorn
maid was called Transcendentalism for
~ years ago. She was q veritable
Jeanne Dare. Would she know her
child in it's crushed strawberry gown,
without an "over-soul," or v an over
skirt?
But, such rs it is, let me show you
one OF the sanctums, one of the shrines
and affairs where incense is burned to
the goddess.
Herr Heimlicher's studio has a gay
party tonight. There they stand, man
md maid, statue and picture, almost
lndlstingnishable one from the other,
in the dim mixture of moonbeams
straying through the sllylight and can
dies on the tables. The declamatory
Herr Heimlicher is Knocked in his lively
gestures by thegraceful arms of a wood
IN figure clothed in scarlet and gold.
Miss Polimus has posed by a picture
Of judith, and her eyes do actually C
coed in outgleaming those OF thatmodel
Of ~womanhood, who stands grasping
the grisly manhead. Miss Polimus'
eyes have a hungry CLEAN; one tries to
escape them, hut it is difficult. They
chill one, i'll spite Of theirfire. Hungry
love may warm; hungry ambition is q
frost-bite that stings like heat, but is
cold-too cold.
Every n else in the room knew
what Miss Pollimus did not know,
namely, that Miss Polimus graded her
hntreds by the degrees of success of her
rivals. She did not know 1t. For her
it was tho stupid public whose bad
taste she was trying to educate which
reused her Just fire and resentment.
She thought it q pity that Herr Helm
licher should be encouraged in produce
ing those low genre pictures: hat Mr..
Jones should have been made rich bv
"sea gulls and rocks and wave %crests,'
always the same ''trick" unworthy of an
artist. She felt, also, that she
ought to tell Amelia Emery that her
interiors" with that everlasting grand
mothers chair by the tireside, were out
of perspective, and appealed to a sen
k,n,o,4,1 ,,{1,a, 4l,x " .l:l =
and hence We're on sale under false pre-
fences. She did not wonder that Mrs.
Aprils cried her eyes out after the re-
lection of erpicturcby the best Chang
ing committee and had to get it sold
in Buffalo. She liked them all: she
pitied them all; she thought she did at
least. But what appeared pity on her
side of the shield appeared jealous
hatred on the other.
Her fellow-artists were not watching
.er just then. She thoughtthey would
have been lin which thought She was
much mistaken), ifthcy had not all fixed
eNpectant attention on a young girl, ma
tron by title recently gained in Il very
pretty wedding, who formed the centre
of the group.
This choice set of ncnrtists had mar
rie., sin and in" after q mode quite as
Early English as the gowns of their
ladies. The gentle five each had found
/ ~ match among a brave five, and all
| adj planned for a grand picnic, when
he remaining bachelor and the last
maid should have done the requisite
amount of sketching for the wedding pic
ture.
But the bread and honey could not
be made to come out ven John Bent
was as stubborn as his name, and,
though Miss Polimns was willing, it did
no good for her to be so. He had been
rather " touched" they al thought. by
the charms Of the lady who, in the talk
ing character Of bride, was now seated
in the circle of friends, and was Just on
the point of tuning the keys of q guitar
that had known many a song.
"Now," said this lady, 81 shall sing a
song for each of you, but each must
select his or her song; and if you are
wrong, you shall pay n forfeit"
AT Is, several gentlemen, all in fact
excep John Bent, professed a perfect
willin ness to kiss her if they failed to
encor the right song.
Tn, e was no doubt for whom the
"Sert .lade' Of Schubert was intended,
as the bushes of the gentle artist, who
sang q very good tenor, BETRAYED him.
Nor for whom II Stood on the Bridge
at Midnisht'-"and took ~ severe
cold"-confessed the gentlemen who
chose to confess. The Lullaby
was received in tender silence. II Can
not Sing the Old Songs" was claimed
by ten ladies', by 70 gentlemen. "They
Say I may Marry Laird, if l Will
was humbly accepted by the singer who
remarked that he knew he was not q
lord. It was quite too bad to vote
"Call me thine own love- to Miss Pc
linus; rather too bad. "Itwas a Love
ly Violet was a tribute to the water,
colored flowers and tinted eyes of good
little Miss Waters. The last song, by
George Macdonald, beginning, "lAlas.
how easily things go wrong" was
moodily acknowledged by John Bent.
as probably intended for his consola,
ton.
The great fellow painted tiny things
with great pains. Perfect Nelson,
iers," his friends said. "a great saving
of paint and Frame" his non-admirers
claimed.
He was at that moment thinking q
picture, which was to be not over six
inches square. a lady standing before
a red curtain, PLAYING on a Glitar and
singing; an open letter at her feet, sup,
posed to be the love-letter whose words
she was singing out in her Joy.
The song and the dreams were soon
over. The party broke up after a light
supper, rather too many crackers to the
amount of champagne to produce much
hilarity.
The striking of a clock in a ncighbor,
ing staeple warned the bridegroom thai
he must hurry to the Old Square Thea
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