The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-07-31

preaching end, Jessie consented to his
dying request. A quiet bridal in the
sick room, a few weary. sad days O
watching, and our heroine was an or
phan.
She begged her husband to take he,
back to her own home. and in another
week she found herself once more at
their country seat, just out OF New
York.
The evening after their arrival a let.
ter was placed in her hands addressed
to her maiden name. She started at
the sight of the old, familiar Miss
Jessie and grew pale to faintness as
she tore open the envelope and recog
nlzed the handwriting.
"What is the matter?'' asked Mr.
Trevellyn, as he marked her pallor.
81 am very tired and will go upstairs,
l think"
Have you a letter." he asked.
"Only a note from a friend" she
quietly replied.
In her w room, without even wait,
ing to close the door, she read a long,
loving letter from Give, full OF %self-re.
proaches and sympathy for her-an
acc!dentalmeetingo OF friend had given
him the first Intelligence OF herfather's
illness and their journey South. Why
had not some friend written him fol
herr He had been so wounded by her
silence. Now he begged forgiveness FOL
words ofreproach and GOODNESS. Might
he write he father and claim her as his
own Jessie? Time had no wings while
he waited her reply-now theimpatient
lover.
Nh. Trevellyn finished his paper and
his cigar, then looked at his watch and
lett the room in search OF his wife.
Through the open door OF her room
he saw her sitting silent and motion.
less. the fire OF a chilly May evening
shining on her golden hair. "What a
picture for my home he softly whis-
pered, as he bent over her.
Dear Jessie, there should be no Sc
crets between man and wife. May !
see the letter which so strangely affects
you?'
"You cannot" she said as she rose
from her chair, no longer the suffering
girl. but the wronged and outraged
woman. "Iou cannot, though | tell
you from whose pen it anne. Dearly
love the man from whom Your peril
dy has forever separated me. Ny an
swer you shall hear for l an. your
wife" she bitterly added. and it
shall be my care that it reaches Mr..
Lee
A night OF tears and agony for Jes-
Sic, OF mingled remorS and rage for
her husband. and shestood before him
III the soft morning light an open let
ter in her hand.
NH. Trevellyn, you will hear what
have written to my friend:
My DEAR Mr.. L~EE.-After a long. sad
winter passed in the South, at the bedside
OF my father, ! have returned to my old
home, but-a wife. In the presence OF my
dying father l married his nephew, Mr..
Irevellyil. This brief note must be a reply
to your letter written a fortnight since.
God bless you forever. JESSIE Z. -"
Years rolled on. John Trevellvn
sought the excitement OF political life
to forget thepast. .Jessie's beauty and
grace was everywhere acknowledged;
but it was the perfection OF the statue
which no loving heart and hand had
warmed into happy life.
Within a few months after years
OF married life. John Trevellyn died,
but not before he had confessedt to Jes-
sic III bitter, penitent humiliation, the
deception practiced toward Give Lee
and herself, and freely, even lovingly,
she had forgiven him.
But the old wound was not healed.
and the remembrance OF her old lover
how q diplomat ut a foreign court
w.ls aNya,. ora nf ,,j,,y1aI ,Nla,s,,,.a ,,,,j
pain.
Onthemorning OF which we write Mrs.
Trevellyn had seen i'll adailypaperthe
announcement that Mr.. Lee. after AN
absence OF ten years, had returned to
his native land for a brief visit. With
a world OF memories stirring her heart
to its very depth, she had almost in
voluntarily wandered out to the old
tree.
"How strange" she said, as she
walked slowly toward her home an
hour later. How range that Give
should not know me-. If he but knew
the truth, But | can never tell him;
the honor OF the dead forbidsit.
As Jessie stepped toward the little
stile which divides the woody upland
from the meadow beyond, she saw
Give Lee quietly sitting on its lower
step, like one who waits for another.
As she came slowly forward he sprang
from his seat, and with outstretched
arms barred her way as he said:
Jessie, l nave come for you! l de
mand my own-that for which I have
so long and patiently waited
There was no whispering boughs"