The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-05-08
FRED. FARLEY'S LOVE.

"Now mind, Fred.-you'u be on
hand directly after the Fourth. If
anything should happen to call me
away from home, Isabel, my wife
Bella we call her-will entertain
you until return. l want you to see
Bella; and she wants to see You.
You'll say | ought to be a happy man.
And, remember, you ave to spend a
month. at least. o, We'll have rare
SPORT
81 shall be there if Tn alive, Harry
depend upon that; and if you suffer
yourself to be called away before 1
come, and are not there to receive me.
l shall proceed at once to claim the
attention of your Isabel"
CAN right, old fellow. You will be
warmly received, l can assure YOU.
Bella is anxious to see the old chum
of whom l have told her so much"
Harry Lynde and Fred. Farley had
been friends from early youth-had
been chums at colIege-and were now
us warmly attached to each other as
friends and brothers could be. They
were y%oung--the first being four-and-
twenty, and the other a year younger.
Harry had been married six months,
and had settled down in a pleasant
villa on the Hudson, provided and
furnished by his wife's father. Fred.
had just come into possession of an
ample fortune; and before going into
business-which was all ready for him
in tho shape of a partnership in a
heavy commercial house-he had
planned to enjoy a summers vacation
in the country; and his first trip out
from the metropolis was to be. as we
have seen, to his chum's, on the Hud-
son.
The Fourth of July came, and pass
ed, and OF the following Monday Fred.
Farley made his way up the river. He
found the dwelling of his Trombone
OF the most romantic and delightfully."-
situated villas he had aver SEEM
and as he entered the park he asked
the coachman if MIR. Harry Lynde was
at home.
"No, sir. He went away last Fri
day, on business. But he expected
you, and told me that the horses we're
at your service"
And Mrs. Isabel Lynde,--is she at
home.o'
Eyes, sir;-and think she will pro-
vide for you very well.'
Fred. had p~layfully declared to his
friend that he hoped he should find
him gone upon his arrival, that he
might claim the undivided attention of
Bella; but now that the prospect was
SO lei to v%eritication, he felt q little
bashtul and uncomfortable. But the
coach was at the door, and he resolved
to put on a bold face, and meet the
lady without b%lushing or %finching;
for he had no doubt that Harry had
repeated to her all his nonsensical re-
marks.
Mrs. Lynde. this is Mr.. Fred. Far
ley" said the smart and afable
coachman, rs he led the way to the
piazza. ''Mr. Farlcy--Mrs. Isabel
Lyude.'
Fred. looked upon the woman who,
stood upon the piazza to welcome him.
Peris, and houris, and sylphs, and
fairies, all lost cast in his estimation
from that moment. A more beautiful
being he had never beheld. And yet
she a not II of the airy, gossamer,
made-up beauties, such as he had seen
in urawing-rooms, and in bathrooms,
but a substantial, whole-souled, frank
faced, lovable woman, with whole
volumes of truth and poetry in the
sweet simmer of her smile, and in
the soft, liquid light of her large brown
eyes.
81 am sorry Harry is not at home,
Mr.. Farley; but we will try and make
you comfortable until he re turns. He
would not have gone if he could pos
sibly have avoided it,
''He had business, l suppose" re-
marked Fred. as they entered the
drawing-room.
''Yes. He was called to Albany, and
may have to go to Buffalo. 1t is
some important railroad business"
For q little time Fred. felt very
bashful. Ii Mrs. Lynde had been
common, or plain, he would have felt
differently. BUTT seemed like profana-
ton to claim the friendly attention of
one so lovely and accomplished. But
why should he suffer such impediments
to comfort to stand in his wayp His
friend had babe him make himself at
home, and he meant to try. AS he
came out from his reserve the lady
grew brilliant. She had evidently re-
celved instructions from her husband
to do all in her power for the proper
entertainment of their guest, and she
was trying to obey.
When evening came, there was a
hitch in the conversation, Fred. pro-
posed music. Isabel asked him if he
sang. He said he had done so. He
would try if she wished it. That is
he would accompany her. In truth,
Fred. Farley possessed u of the rich
est, most melodious, and finely attun-
ed voices cver heard; and / may as
well add here. that the female portion
of his acquaintance had pronounced
him one of the handsomest men they
had ever seen. He sang with Isabel
Lynde. He was charmed by her
sweet voice; and she appeared no less
charmed by his surprising melody.
After this they talked of Harry. Fred.
praised him to the skies; while Isabel
meekly and modestly claimed for him
that he was true and noble.
The first night in his friends home
and yet Fred. Farley found himself
wishing that his friend had never been
that such a man as Harry Lynde had
never existed:-or, at least had never
appeared IN that section of country.
:tOh, if | could have found this
sweet prize before Harry had evel
known hev !-Ah, Fred. Farley! wha'
are you dcingP Coveting your neigh
boris wifep-and that neighbor YOU
dearest friend and chum? Tn
ashamed of you! Beware"
And so the smitten guest talked witt
himself until sleep closed his senses