The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-10-10
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pie would 30 to bed after q while, and
then Mary and I would find ourselves
hungry, and she would go into the
kitchen to find something good. l al
ways held the light for her; and when
something good was found we ate it j n
the back porch, sitting side by side on
the step, like two children. She was
so like a child-that little Mary-that
it seemed no harm to ask her to kiss
me goodnight, or to hold her hand j Il
mine as it rested o. my arm in our long
walks home from church on Sunday
evening.
The summer passed; October came;
Angelina returned to the city and wrote
to me. 1t was while we were eating
peaches and cream in the back porch
that evening that l said to Mary: u
will tell you a secret, if you will keep it
for a while, Mary"
ooh, of course I will, Mr.. Mectag-
CERT"
II am going to be married this au-
tumn, Mary" I said. "Those pretty
letters you always thought came from
my sister are from the lady who is to
marry me. She is very beautiful, very
rich, very stylish, but very kind. You
must come and see us, Mary, when you
are married. I shall tell Angelina how
good you have been to me-what a
sweet little sister [ have found out here
in the Vale of Cruix. Why, Mary"
For, as l spoke, / felt the little hand
I held grow cold and heavy in mine. 1
saw her sink backward. The big china
bowl of peaches and cream slipped with
a crash to the ground and was shat
tered to pieces.
I caught the poor child in my arms.
In q moment she came to herself and
said she had overtired herself, she
thought. They had been baking all
day, and it was warm. And now she
babe me good night. But 1 did not see
her next day, nor the next. She kept
her room, and was not well enough to
bid me good-by.
Poor little Mary! I felt very misera-
BILE. However, Angelina met me at
Glasgow. She was more beautiful
than ever-more elegant in contrast to
my simple country friend-and very
soon laughed at myself for the thought
that had been in my heart. OF course,
1 said it was the baking that had over
come Mary-it was not my news. l
had only been to her as q friend-as q
brother. I had not made love to her.
But 1 thought of Mary a great deal, and
1 missed her every hour, exactly-oh,
yes, exactly-as 1 might a sister.
I wrote to Mrs. Stevenson, and her
answer was very brief.
II haven't much time to w1ite," she
said in her postscript. "N1ary is sick,
and besides being driven / am anxious"
This letter was in my pocket on that
day when Angelina and l went together
to the bazar for the benefit of the
Church of st. Matthew.
After we had roamed about the bazaar
and bought all sorts of knicknacks 1 es-
corted Angelina to a seat, and there sat
down to wait while one of the ladies'
who, son this occasion only" was doing
good, onerous hard work, brought us a
tray Of refreshments.
AS we sat there slipping u coffee two
women sat down at the next table with
their backs to us.
81 am very tired, are you not, Mrs.
Russell" And the other answered:
eyes, I am tired. don't think that
it is worth the while to come all the
way from Vale OF Crui3 to Glasgow sight
seeing"
This was the voice of Stevenson's
nearest neighbor, and I liked and re-
spected her, yet did not feel quite sure
how Angelina would like an introduce
tioE, and so reflaiaed from looking
round and making myself known.
II thin we'd better have tea" said
the voice; "it's, more refreshing than
coffee. Oh, how is Mary to-day:
Think of my never asking before"
MARY is poorly" said Mrs. Russell.
ooh, Mrs. Cullen, what a pity it is that
flirting young minister came down tc
the Vale of Cruix. l don't know what
Mrs. Stevenson was about to let him dc
as he did! We all thought he was
counting Mary. She did, poor child
She just loved him dearly. And that
day before he went away he told her he
was engaged to some girl in Glasgow,
I'm afraid It's broken her heart. She
told me all about it. 'Oh, Aunt Rus.
SELL she said, 4 know I ought to be
ashamed but I can't helpit. Heseemed
to like me so. I hope / shall die Of this
fever, for life is nothing to me.
Ashamed? Wy, this he who ought tc
be ashamed. OF all the things, a min.
lister to be a cold, cruel airt. And tina,
is what Hugh Mactaggert is"
I listened, but l could not move Of
speak. l felt as though my heart also
was breaking; and oh, the time I suf.
tered! The women drank their tea ant
left, and then Angelina turned to me
with a cold sarcastic smile.
II see by your face that the little
story is perfectly true, Mr.. Mactag
CERT" she said.
angelina" I faltered, II have done
nothing that should give offense to you.
Nothing but love another woman
she answered. "Love her and let hel
see it, meaning to marry me. Dom
think I'm hurt; indeed, 1 am relieved
[ should have kept my word to you bu'
for this; but not so gladly as I once
should. You are a very good looking
man, but on the whole you don't sui
me. I met Mr.. S. at Millport, and Ii,
does. Frankly, I have been thinking
what a pity it was I must decline hi
offer. As for this-Mary, is it not?-
wouldn't she make a very good minis
ter's wife ?"
It came to my mind that she would
that she was the only wife for me
that Angelina, splendid as she was
would never have made me happy.
But I only said, Miss Melville, j
you desire to have your freedom I hav.
no choice"
II desire it greatly" she answered
Ut is yours" I said, with q bow.
After that I think we were both hap
pier than we had been for days, and W