The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-01-25

III your lhVor. nave no rlgnt To tell
you more.n
"But you?" Icried turning to Mrs.
Sartain.
Neither have I any right" said the
lady. .But | say to you, find out fol-
yourself. 1t is your duty. l know you
better than your mother knows you"
l looked at the doctor. He avoided
my glance, and said nothing.
But how was | to discover this mother
of mine, who hid herself from me, yet,
who, they said, loved me.
BY that Ctristmas.tide I had fallen in
love. The object of my alteration was
a beautiful girl, of very good family. [.
saw that she was not displeased her faith.
er, a wealthy client -four firm did not OBJ
iect to my pretentions. In fact, we were
engaged, AMI my heafU was ,ui4 of Joy.
Yet with it mingled the longing to lind
my motherand tell her of my happiness
One day ] told old Aunt Betsey, who
was counting my cuffs and collars. =,
Aunt Betsey," l said, perhaps 1
shall be married some day."
Lord bless us!" cried Aunt Betsy,
"you eem such q boy"
at will not be at once,'I said, "but
after l am we'll on in my profession. ]
love her dearly: She is Charles Rush
toms daughter"
miss Rushton!'' said Aunt Betsey,
She folded her hard little hands togetk-
er and stood looking at me. "The very
top of the ladder" she said. erich and
stylish, and aigh family. and 30 pretty.
But you'll have your things done in the
family then, and see no more of old
Betsy"
"Ill give vcu my collars while 1 have
one lett, and all my wife's %rutiles, too"
II don't want hers" said Betsy, cross.
ly. "Wish o joy, Mr.. Arthur Var.
ley. Pm sure it's fne match-but her
things l don't care for"
"Too, much trouble, l SUPPOSE" I
said, as the door closed.
But 1 thought of my mother more and
more. and as that day was the one on
which l drew my allowance, l went up
to the Doctors house, intending to
tell me where to find my mother.
The doctor sat a!oue il. his study. An
envelope lay before him. As he saw
he drew it toward him, took out a
parcel of hank notes, and with them q
letter, which he at once returned to the
envelope and thrust into his vest pock-
ct.
"a letter from my mother" l said and
looked at the vest.
1t was an ordinary black vest, but the
cut was lower than that usually wore.
He paid me my weekly allowance,
said that my mother sen her love, and
heard of my hopes and wished me Joy.
And after a few words more | took leave
of him, but not to go directly home. i
sought Mrs. Sartain at once.
"Mrs. Sartain," | said. cts growing
very cold, and noticed that the doctor
has a }fSw-cut vest on. Get it off of him
d. he may nnaye an attack of pneumonia.
A gentleulan ! ROW caught acold which
resulted in consump.rn III :ilat way.
Take 6 high vest into hinf ana insist on
his wearing it at once"
.Yop good boy" cried the Doctors
wife; chow thoughtful of You" ana
away she ran. ! followed.
"Only TO lock at this. encyclopedia a
mohleI.,' / said, and buried my face in
the book, while the lady urged the ex-
change of vests, and the gentlemen pro-
tested; finally l saw, the treasure borne
away, and followed. Good Mrs. Sartain,
little did she guess that, as j walked be-
garment she carried under her arm.
safety before opening e. A. , paac % 81 u
LIZZIE ICE cream sa,,an, J sat .nshtrd a ia
bic shiny w;,su d. eEih, aad paentifully
adorneI With ate marks of saa Ger bot.
toms and opened the note, 1t began
cnus:
y have heard my boy is to be mar,ied
God bless him it is a good match, bu'
my heart aches. i almost wish hac
neStdone what l did, but how could I le'
Tire poor fellow hear the shame OF hi!
fathers crime, And now I'd rather die
than have him know; but my hear
ac,es, my heart aches. No, no, no.
sly again, never tell him. / am sicl
| With sorrow and fear. Write and tel
me you'll never tell. Do you remembe
my number? 1t is 20 Bloomington
road"
/ had at last, my mothers dwellin
| place, and a clew to her conduct. NJ,
! father had in some way shamed Us both
but now i would go TO her; we wouit
know each other, l and this good moth
en-
Bloomington Road was in the suburb
of our city. She was near me then
only an hour or two lay between US.
few home, dressed myself and called
cab. ] had not patience to walk. As
drove on pictured my mother-a grace
full lady III middle life; her hair toucue
with gray; her smile sad, though sweet
There was u picture in the Decor
drawing room which l fancied resemble
her--the portrait of an English duches
Bloomington Road number 20.' erie
the cabman opening the door.
l stepped out and looked about 1T
Number 20 was a plain, two-roomed co
tage, with. q long shed attached. l la
| y-o NC ha1invnS INV mntNnr IN hp rlrH-
could this be her home? ] touched til
handle of the little bell. A girl with ht
sleeves rolled up from her wet arms ar
a rubber apron opened the door. :.
"Mrs. Variety" 1 asked, does si
live herep"
s.IYl call her." said the girl, and lie
me alone; and | heard her voice repea
ing the name ID the distance.
Then another voice, crying, "Ye
I'm coming" and a quick step approac
ing. and before me stood DID Aunt Bets
, and Oh the instant the truth rushed up'
me, and l cried out:
"Motheri.'
There was my mother, little al
wrinkled, and strong eyes and r'
cheeks, and her calico dress pinned |
i over her flannel petticoat; and when
said "Mother!" she shut the door al
held up both her hands, and said IL
ehrill whisper:
"Hush! hush! hush! Who told 20
Keep it to yourself. You're g gent
! man. You're to marry Mr.. Kushtoi
4 girl. Don't say that again. Go ava
go away. And keep it secret, as | w
. Co." r
But l took her hand and drew her
me.
"Mother, why did you do this? VII
, did my father do?" | asked.
: "He was porter in a bank, Arthur
she answered. "He robbed it.
:. died in prison, He came near bel
:. hing, for he killed a man trying to
away. And thought I'd spare my b
/. the shame, and l sent you To 1ne uocto