The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-06-13

vouring her face, and his white, parcled
lips were drawn ~ il in sharp physical
pain.
4 have been here three months" she
said, feeling her own heart ache at his
misery.
Yes, yesl You will go, certainly
And you.D she saidvery gently, "you
will be in the city, Ipresume. / should
be glad to welcome you to my house.
No," he said, harshly: 81 will not
take such an advantage of your kind
ness. am o man your friends will tell
yon to shun, Miss Cameron--a ran who
has wasted his life till it is too late to
take up the threads again. You do not
know, perhaps, that my aunt keeps me
here from charity"
Il know yon have offended your faith
or. she answered; ssbut you are q man
scarcely 80, and it is cowardly to talk OF
despair at your age.
Her words cut him like a whip lash.
The dark blood mounted to his fore
head, as he repeated:
Coward 1 might fight the world
yet, but, and here his tone was bitter,
and yet strangely pathetic, "the battle
is scarce worth winning. What would
1 gain? Money? I do not value it. Po-
sition 1 have thrown it behind me. /
have played the fool and I must take
afool's wages"
II will not have You say SO" she said,
reused by an earnestness she had never
intended to betray. You shall not use
lessly throw away your life"
A hope sprang q his eyes, new there,
lighting them to a dazzling radiance.
Miss Cameron-Leonie," he cried,
were there q prize to win, were one
hearts hope centred upon me, / would
trample down those demons OF temp
tation. I would prove myself a maj if I
had any motive
There was no installing the prayer in
his eyes, the pleading in his voice.
Only for n moment, close now to
the low window, before q hand like a
snowflake fell upon his shoulder, a voice
low and sweet murmured low in his
ear: B q man for my sake"
She WINS gone before he spoke again,
and he wandered off to the woods to
muse upon a possibility Of this new
life.
The next day Mrs. Tollman lost her
summer boarder. Society, ianguidly
contemplating Miss Cameron for the
next three years, found her eccentric.
She was gay and grave by flashes,
fascinating in either mood, but she was
mysteriously una~pproachable.
The bravest suitor found himself met
at the point where friendly relation
merge into lovers devotion by a wall OF
ICY reserve that was impossible. She
never firted, but she had the reputation
of a firt, because she was popular and
admired, and remained single, until she
was "a. She was known to be truthful,
and she had distinctly told several lady
friends that she was not engaged, so
there was not even the spice of romance
in the gossip.
S. knew her not in those three
years. but Mrs. Tollman was recipient
of several hampers of delicacies from
her, and would acknowledge the sane
by letter.
One OF these, dated three years after
the beautiful Miss Cameron left S.,
after deliberately thanking that young
lady for a hamper Of dainties, added:
"Do you remember my nephew, John
Fnrber2s He left me the day after you
did, and fretted more than a little.
Butshe took a turn for good, heaven be
thanked! He worked himself up, and
to day he writes me has made friends
with his father again. and is to be taken
partner in a commercial house. His
father is to buy it, but Johns earned a
place. too, by hard, honest work. O,
my dear, I'm happier than ] ever
Thought to be. Perhaps you've heard
of the house in London that John is in.
But Til tire you, writing about my own
affairs. 1 wouldn't, only | thought
perhaps you'd remember john
In London, 2 Leonie murlnured; $50
near me all these three years, and yet
never seeking me. Was / too bold?
Did [ drive him away by showing my
heart too plainly? Well, ever so, ] am
glad. l gave him the first start toward
m honorable manhood. Remember
him? Yes, Mrs. Tollman, I do remem-
Der john
She had folded the letter, and was
dressing for the opera, when a visitor
was announced. What a barbarous
hour she mur1nured, not looking at
the card. I'm q few moments, Jane"
She was robed in her feecy dress of
white lace, over pale blue silk, had
clasped diamonds on throat and wrists,
and in the little ears, when, as she took
the opera cloak from the maid's hands,
she looked at the card
John Furher."
a great heart throb sent the blood
over her brow and neck; then it faded,
leaving only a soft tint upon the fair
cheeks, and in the dark eyes a light of
happiness harlnonizing we'll with the
smiling bps.
She looked Ike some visitant from
another poetry under trees, sung in a
superb baritone upon murmuring wa
ters, looked into her eyes on a moonlit
porch, and whispered delicately-worded
hattery. No more than many another
man had done. A beauty. and rich,
Miss Cameron had looked upon more
than one languishing sutton, and forgot
ten him, when the amusement wearied
her. Scarcely q firt-for she encour-
aged nc downright love.making, but a
beautiful fascinating womanw who wound
ed hearts with merely careless grace.
missing in the sunset it was impressed
upon the proud heart that unconscious
~ she had poisoned a life that was Ill
ready sinking. There were capabilities
for better things than dissipation or sui
eide in John Fnrber, and she shivered
as she thought he might be upon some
dangerous precipice, waiting for the
Selasp OF the hand to draw him back, or
world, in the radiance Of her beauty, as
she came across the wide drawing room
to the window where he stood.
He had not heard her light step, but
he turned when she was near, showing
the stamp Of his better life on his noble
face.
Heheld ont his hand, looking earnest