The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-08-08
DAVID BRoCKWAY'S LOVE.

ans love-" or some new poet picks
up the poor, hackneyed subject and
jingles together all his prettiest rhymes
and l%oyliest metra in eulogistic descrip-
ton of feminine devotion.
Great writer's have extolled it in
splendid prose and deathless poetry,
but they have left it to my poor, in
significant pen to tell of the glandest,
most enrolling of all human emotions,
the love Of q man. Wherefore I will re-
late an incident inpoint,"
David Brockway was sauntering idly
down the green lane through his own
broad meadows, whistlinga snatch of
some old Scotch melody.
1t would have done you good to look
at the great, brown. broad shouldered
young farmer, whose manly face held
truth and honor in every feature. His
face was n of those which make one
better for looking at them.
There was such honest sincerity in
the frank, brown eyes, and something
about the br6wn-bearded mouth so
chivalrous, $50 tender and true" that
no one cared to notice that his features
were not moulded after the rules of
beauty.
And then his hair-we all know what
expression, what individuality there is
in hair. There is the smooth, "slick"
hair, parted so carefully, oiled so plen-
tifully, shining with a sanctimonious
gloss, which always gives us the i'm
preston of a hypocrite. There is the
stylish-cut. dantily perfumed hair Of
the exquisite; there is the understandable
style of hair, which students of young
mems institutes invariably affect; there
are the unmistakable doctors hair and
the professional cut of the lawyer;
there is the saucy, dashing, curly hair,
which always belongs to a gay, reckless,
hair-brained chap; there is-but I
might carry on the list to indefinite di-
mansions.
David Brockway's hair, like all the
rest of him, looked trustworthy. The
brown, half-curling masses correspond
ed well with the face they shaded.
The face looked happy and satisfied,
and well it might, for David's position
was certainly a satisfactory one. He
was 25 years old, we'll educated, pos
sessed of the best and handsomest farm
in the county, and engaged to the pref
test girl in the town.
So why should he not be happy? Be-
sides, he was just now thinking of that
same lovely Nina Murray, and the very
thought of her was a satisfaction in it.
self.
Before him, beyond and bounding the
rich, green meadows, flashed the blue,
silver-gilded waves of the river toward
Which his steps were tending.
He had promised to take Nina for o
row, and he was going now to prepare
his boat, which must, of course, be duly
"swept and garnished" for the occasion.
His boat was fastened to the jutting
root of q great tree, over which climbed
in green luxuriance a wild grape vine,
diooping in heavy masses to the ground.
making dainty little bowers all about
the foot of the tree.
In the cool shadow of the vines sat q
young man and a girl she, q fairy little
thing, with ripping waves of sunny
hdir and eyes blue as the waters at her
feet. He tall and slender, with q black
mustache and great, glowing black eyes
and white, aristocratic face and hands.
Lovers, for his arms were about her
waist, and her head was nestled on his
shoulder, and Us lie bent over her the
lover spoke in evary look and tone.
1t was apretty picture, but it drove
every trace of color from the face OF
David Brockway, and left it like a
ghosts. 1t clenched his hands like
iron, and stamped his form and face
with the touch Of mortal pain. 1t
threw a tone of the bitterest anguish
into the n word he spoke:
"Nina!"
Both started up; the girl with a little
cry Of terror, clinging to the arm of her
companion, who demanded, in tones
half angry, half amazed:
"What means this intrusion, sir?"
"Tell me-" said David, in q choked
voice, what is she-Nina Murray-to
you"
Nina's cheeks grew scarlet, and the
young mar answered, haughtily:
"She is my affianced wife!"
"And mine!" groaned David. ooh,
Mana, are you 50 false?"
Nana's face grew white again, and
she faltered:
II am sorry, David-indeed II
could not help it! I was mistaken; I
did not love you. It was only a fancy"
David shivered at her words, every
hope of his life vanished then, but he
spokeno harsh words t. her who had
so cruelty wronged him. He pressed
his hand to his forehead in q weary,
dazed way, and his eyes were misty and
his voice shook, as he said:
"It is all over, then. Oh, Nina, I
did trust youm
And he was turning away, but Nina.s
companion dropped his head, and step
ping forward detained David saying:
Stop a moment, if you please. Let
me fully understand. Do you mean to
say that she was engaged to yon before
she became my promised wife, or since?
Which OF us has she duped, or is it
both? There was fierce anger and bit
ter contempt in his tone, and in his look
at her.
Don't speak to me in that way. I
cannot bear-commenced David, speak
ing as if it gave him pain to speak.
"Oh, Darcy!" broke in Nina's plead
ing voice. do not be so cruel. [
thought l loved David till I saw you,
and then-oh, Darcy, 1 love you and
you only"
"a precious love, indeed, Nina Muir
rayl" he sneered. 81 do not believe
there is any truth in you! If you would
be so false once you would be SO again."
Darcy Eldridge, you know that I
love you!" she sobbed.
"a pretty proof l have just seen of