The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-01-18

see that 1 Will not have my salt u used as Il pub
lie sitting room" @
'sNcw, aun,ie, you will do no such thing
cried Charlie: II will not have ycn rude 10 mel
because he is a beast; she never ssio anything
nasty. She is only too good to every A'nie, and
If could only see her taken care of ah.' made
much of. as she deserves, instead Of bel.rs a
regular slave to that lazy brute, l sheula SO
away with a lighter heart"
Go wav. Charliei" l exclaimed. "What do
son mean! When are you thinking Of going?"
''To-morrow,' y answered Charlie, firmly.
"But your foots"
sou, my foot is all right; right enough to
travel, at least And it is quite time for me to
go. You've boon awfully good to me. aunty,
but the sooner l get away from here tue bet
ter"
Any further remonstrances OF mine we're in-
t%errupted by o knock at the door, aud Mrs.
Wiener entered. She did the only thing that
could have made me quite forgive her the in
nocent share she had had in Dummies remark.
She went straight 20 tho point and proposed y
rubber of whist that evening, "4or Dulnmie
would like it so much"
Delighted" cried Charlie. "And you must
give us q song afterward, for this is my last
evening: I'm of tomorrow" -
Are you reailyy So soon? We shall be so
sorry to lose YOU" she answered sweetly, but
10 my attentive ear alittle indifferently. 1t Jared
on me, for ] saw the wistful look III my poor
boys blue eye, But. indeed, HAD often noticed
that feature in her character; that while
charming to all, she really did not care for any
one much except her husband. Her love for
HIM seemed TO absorb all the affection of her
nature, aud her wandering Life, fun of short
friendships and quick p%artings, had perhaps
intensified this, her natural disposition.
And so our pleasant little party was broken
up. l did not stay long after Charities depar-
iare, but sad goodbye with great regret TO
spring garb, The air laden with the scent of the
orange blossoms. and every garden aud meadow
brISht with flowers.
did not at all like parting With Mrs. Vie
ner: had grown very fond of her during our
winter %soiourn together, and the uncertainty
or ever seeing her again made me doubly
sorry to leave her. She promised to write to
me, Not often though; YOU will not expect ii?
Tor you know hLw difficult it ia for me to write
an English letter, aud what Il long time it takes
me. Blu just now and then, to let you know
how Dummie is aud whoro we are spending
the winter" And exactly rs she made the
promise she kept it. For seven years 1 heard
from her; then one winter there came no lot
ter; and TOWARD tue spring l saw in the paper
the announcement Of the death at Mentone Of
Wilhelm Wiener, aged forty years.
wrote Immediately to her Dresden address
to express my sympathy, and after some
months received an answer, in which she told
me briefly about his last days. The end had
been quite painless. Then she said, 81 had
talked 1t over with him many times that it one
day would come to that, and | was prepared;
but you can understand it is always too soon
when We have to part with the dearest we
possess. l have much to be thankful for, and
yet the best of all is missing. But / try not to
get gloomy, aud l lead a very nice, quiet,
home-like lie here with his near relations.
who are all SO good aud kind to me-
Charlie, who in these eight years has WON
derfully altered, changing from a bright boy to
u quiet, reserved man, talks about making a
German tour next summer He asked ms the
other day, i'll ths most casual manner, for Mrs.
Wiener's ad lress. as he thought he would call
on her if he happened to pass through Dres-
den. l gave 1t TO my poor boy. but l know full
wei that it is no use his going to Dresden. She
will cling all her life to her dead husbands
memory, and will end her days in his birth
place aud among his people.