The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-12-19
Loves Test.
From the Rochester Union.

L OL1 lLc ~ 1870
Some weeks ago there appeared in
society here a handsome young stranger,
we'll dressed, polished, agreeable. He
represented himself to be a member of
ore of the largest banking and mining
firms in the west, and was regarded
here as q man of great wealth, some
culture, and the best social position.
The doors of the best society We're
thrown open to him, and the irrides-
cent glory of our beaux was for the
time eclipsed by this new luminary.
But, although like the sun, he slone
for all, he soon singled out "the one
fair woman" upon whom rs a focus he
concentrated tue full force of his amor
GUS ardor. She was one Of the loveliest
of Rochester's beauties, one of the most
popular of Rochester's bellies, and the
daughter of one of our most wealthy
and respected citizens. Other lovers
had wooed her in vain. but to him
like the sunflower to her king, heI
whole being burst into the full flower
of love beneath his beaming rays, and
she turned her face to him and followed
him loyalty, trustingly followed him to
the altar and took upon herself the
most sacred of all vows; and then, when
the wedding cake had been cut, and her
traveling-dress donned, she said good
bye to her parents and the friends of
her youth-to the old girl-life which
she was leaving behind-said good
bye, ""good- bye" and stepped into the
carriage to follow him across the hills
and far away" and all the world over,
if SO he might will. And as the ear
riage rolled over the g%as-studded
street toward the Central depot,
she rested upon her husbands should.
er and pictured to herself the new home,
whittier she wa going-pictured a PROUD
old place by the western sea with its
swish of fountains, and its lap of lakes,
and its towering trees, and its sumpt-
uous interior and its grand, grand
views overlooking the spires of
San Francisco, and the winged arg
osies of the nations as they beat through
the golden gate, and the-But here the
carriage stopped, and her husband get
ting out, assisted her to alight. They
we're in front of o small cottage in the
neighborhood formerly known as the
Wakelee farm, in the outskirts of the
city; and, placing his arm gently
around her, he led her to the door.
why are you stopping here, Fred
erick?" she asked in bewilderment.
"This, my darling, is our future
home," he replied, tenderly but tri-
umphantly, as he pushed the door open
and entered the scantily furnished
domicile.
Frederick! Frederick What
do you mean?"
II mean, my sweet" drawing her
closer to him and smiling happily as he
spoke in a soft voice,"''[ mean that I
am not q banker-that 1 am not rich
that l am not o western man,-nor &
Californian-that-"
"Sir?" coldly, and drawing haugh-
tily from him.
"But that l am a %coachman"
20, Frederick, you delicious old dar-
ling, you'll" and she rushed into his
arms and buried her face on his shirt
bosom, laughing Historically for JOY.
Yes, my dear, / nm a %coachman and
have been one ever since 1 have been
anything almost. You see, | felt a long
ing for love, for true, true love. Many
proud and wealthy maidens smiled on
me, but | feared that they cared not for
me, but for my position; and so I re-
solved to disguise myself as a rich swell
and seek some woman who would love
me for myself alone and not because I
was q coachman. And now, my dear,
that | have found her, I throw off ali
disguise and am q coachman once more
your coachman, and yours only"
20, Frederick; you dear, dear old
Frederick! How noble, how generous
you are! And to think that I ever
should be a coachman's wife! I never.
never dared to dream Of such happiness
for poor Et{1o p,oIO