Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-04-18

pi,,n out the sweet Past soiemnly,
I s@cm to ZEE. beside the deep,
nit litGie. lonely. silent spot.
T Il many childish dream inwrought.
Chambers Journal.
THE DAY OF THE MONTH,
Nr. marlborough had not been al
Iys old, it may be needless to say, al
olsh, to look at him, it would seem
ildcst folly to imagine he could ever
NE been young. 1t was i'm
b,sible, indeed, to conjure up the
oom of youth and the flush of rapid
cod in that corrugated ivory of his
cc, or the flame of hope and spirit in
Ia sunkcn eye that glittered now only
ke a star in a well. How should one
Fcture a dark lock falling once across
lat brow which now extended to the
HEX of his neck ove the top of a head
| smooth as a billiard ball? Could one
be. either, in that cavity beneath the
csc, which fallen muscles had pulled
rom shapeliness, a mouth that might
Fer have warmed to kisses? And
hat conquering nhanliness was there in
be bent and sbriveled form that only
offered along by a canes help? No;
lr. marlborough was old; and it was
imply absurd-at least so Rose thought
that he should so far forget himself as
be indignant that Rose should evince
N inclination to leave him for the sake
the handsome young Englishman,
khosc only occupation was some sort of
h~deinite attachment to a legation with
he diplomatic sanctity about it. Yes,
Mr.. marlborough was old; but, as
Rose found out too late, there was some
portion o. his nature still that had all
he fire and strength of youth in it.
Years and years ago, however, inthat
MYTHICAL tine when MI. marlborough
vas young, ne had himself expected 10
marry another Rose than this. He was
man of deep emotions and hearty ex-
preston; where he loved, he loved for
F5er, except in the instance of the two
women who betrayed him; where he
haed, NE never forgave. And this love
lad grown into his being from boyhood;
be could not definitely recall a period
fhen it had not been the measure of
bis horizon; he had not a hope or
thought in which it was not present; he
bever went to bed at night without I'M
o ling across his lips that long curl of
her hair his Rose had given him; his
lrst glance in the morning was at her
picture; his unwavering thought was of
fhe future where she was to reign, queen
of his house and heart and hand. He
worked beyond other mems hours, by
DAY, to lay by money for that home; he
slept at night only to dream of it; and
Ee held his Rose in his thoughts and in
fls dreams as r%everently as a saint is
|bell in q shrine.
] You a Judge what wreck came
over him, thin, on the morning that he
woke to discover that this Rose of his
HAD taken herself off with q young adj
lrenlurer who had collapsed him in her
pickle fancy. He was like a world
a center, a crystal without
kolarity. He felt himself dissipated
Ele,yond recovery. There was nothing
TO live for; there was nc possibility OF
|1ilfe, indeed. Neither home, happiness,
hope, nor health was of any conse-
4uence; for him such things were
a%on-eNistent. He was like water poured
out upon the ground.
Years had passed before he had any
o.her THAI an automatic condition. He
already felt himself an old man. He
nad no object, ne wishes, no place in
il1e. But the business was still there.
p%Fospered itself, went along by its own
momentum. and he was becoming rich
without caring if he were poor. Money
Is like the ball the boy rolls along in the
uanp snow; it gathers moe and more
20 itself, and becomes a thing of size
almost W thout effort. One day Mr.
marlborough found himself a mil.
llonaire. But he had nothing else tt
40, and he kept on adding other mil
lions to the first, and life seemed {
WEAKNESS only whel he was not alb
sorbed in the work.
One night, staying later in the coun
,hg-room than usual, as he wendec
us way homeward, he stumbled owe:
a enid crying on 8 me steps; he hat
Wrought it was a cat. He bent, NOR
IN cIr.os.ty than pity, for his heart hat
hardened, and asked the child he
name, She looked up in his face. he
owp streaming with her tears, and an
swered, Rose"
Mr.. marlborough could not hav'
,oio you whether he had received
olow OF a caress. Her name! Conse
euently, by n OF the wild intuition
VI lnconsequence, her child. Nothin,
was more improbable. Rose might b
IN the antipodes for all he knew, an
.er child should be almost o woman b
Inns. Well, if not the elder, then tn
Younger child; that, in his mind, he in
eisted on. Rose had come to grief, t
Inc gre she deserved. with the wretc
,h q besuiled her facile love. BIZ
. .!ly child-it might have been his owr
Nll You come with me:s" he sale
go the child looked up in his fac
%nere the lamp-light fell, and her ow
,otohe INTO smiles, and she rose an
eAPped her little hand in his, and h
.'os her in his arms, and wrapled h
soak about her, and she had fable