The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-05-02

doctor. ut isn't so derogatory. What
possible reason could she have had?"
"You might ask her, growled the own
err of Northbrook. II won't"
Perhaps she doesn't love you.s
That is not very complimentary to
me, Weatherby. She confessed that
she did love me-
"oh!" calculated the doctor, lapsing
into silence for a time.
"CardonMe II SIZE loves you she'll mar
ry you," he slowly said. There is some
mystery about the matter. She is very
frank, and abominates concealments. +
have known her from baby-hood, and
her mother before her. Hal"
The exclamation was sudden and ex-
plosive, and his face intensified.
Il think l know" he said, possibly
not aware that he was rubbing his
hands. "Cardonne, if you'll apologize
to me for that shaking I'll find you a
wife,"
"Janet?" asked the German baron
with an illuminated face. "Do it, and
I'll get on my knees to you. I'll con-
slider myself yourdebtor forever. ITI-
"Oh, don't be so profuse," interrupted
the doctor, "but push the tobaccopouch
.over this way"
"Janet,' Dir. Weatherby said, at was
Shabby in You to refuse Mr.. Cardonne."
He had stopped in front of the cot
tage, and she WAS leaning over the wheel
of his gig.
The blood filed her face, then left it
marble white.
did he think so lightly of it as to
mention it?" she asked, her eyes snap
ping.
Tightly 2" cried the doctor with u
sllrug of his shoulders. 81 am glad we
weren't on the top of Notre Dame when
he mentioned it! Janet, your mother
isn't your mother!'
1t was an astounding announcement,
and made in the abrupt way usual with
the doctor. 1t was OH inconsistent, inn
probable, impossible statement, and yet
Janet understood him. For a moment
she seemed bereft of speech and motion.
cdr. Weatherby, is that true? she
gasped.
eyes, Janet"
"And father kept it from me?"
There never was any need to tell
you"
why is there need now?"
Answer that yourself, Janet. That
is why yon rejected Gale Cardonne."
YES" gasped Janet. at would not
have been right. You have guessed the
reason-as a physician, solely, perhaps.
and my mother, my real mother, my
true mothor-was she insane?"
mo, little one"
Father in heaven; [ thank Thee"
Her hands were clasped, her eyes
were reverently uplifted, her face shin.
ing like the face of a saint. At least
the doctor thought so.
Janet, your happiness lies Mt youl
feet" he significantly said, "You vii
be sensible enough to take it up"
Janet stole off intosthe dim woods tx
be alone, under the trees and the won.
derfnl revelation. Her stepmothar
whom she supposed was her real mother
had died in the insane asylum ravins
mad. Poor Janet believed that she hat
inherited the faint; the dreadful vista
ton would come some time; she could
not bring SORROW to the life of a hus
band, or shame and suffering to her off
spring.
There was agreat crowd at the churcl
fair. Gale Cardonne, looking not un
like II German baron. passed from tabl
to table chatting with the ladies an,
buying their wares.
Once n pair of soft, sweet gray eye
met him from amid the f%estoons of ivy
All, he knew to whom they belonged
His heart ached for q moment, and tn
light went out of his face.
ga letter for Mr.. Cardonne," erie
the post-mistress from the little windo,
OF tho pretended post office.
He walked thither, paid the postag
and received his letter. 1t containe
but one line:
"The chasm has been bridged"
A tremulous hand and no name
: What did it mean? 1t came to him $
suddenly that he felt that hewas trem
bling.
The evening wore away; the crow
, dispersed; the ladies covered the table
! for the morrow; the ianitor began t
put out the lights.
9 Gale Cardonne fingered. Janet cam
to the door, drawing her shawl closel
= around her, her face unusually red, cor
Cheering it was usually so white.
Can / see you home, Janet?'
. She answered him with a nod and
/. smile.
The path led from tie church aero.
the meadows, odorous with clover an
Haunting with dandelion blossoms: I'll
: sky an nnbroken expanse of blue, stut
J ded with softly twinkling stars.
e Janet was clinging to Gale Cardonne
arm.
II received your letter." he said.
Eyes"
9 ut had but one meaning"
"There was but one intended"
"Oh, Janet! you have made me inc,
pressibly happy!"
She did not answer him. Thel
wasn't any need to. Perhaps 81
couldn't answer; he had clasped her
tightly.
!, @How was it b~ridged?" he inquire,
"You are never to ask" was her hu
ried answer. "Dr. Weatherby knows
. "Oh!" calculated Gale. Il recall
, promise he made. Tt was merely
. foolish fancy; wasn't it?"
SAT the time it seemed horribly real
= Janet replied. with a shudder. ''Thar
God, it wasn't real!a
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