The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-04-10
DAISY'S DREAMS.

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"Hush What o voice %
Two gentlemen, who were tramp
ling down dried sticks and leaves in a
woodland path, stopped as the fore
most one held up a warning hand and
spoke.
''What a voice - he repeated, as the
next verse of the old Scotch song rang
out on the air. "Out doors and with
out accompaniment" he whispered,
land it seems to fill the woods.f
"And as sweet as it Is clear" said
his companion, in a low tone; ''those
high notes are a good test. Oh the
shrieks l have heard on that last line
But cannot we get one peep at the
singer
Very cautiously they crept along I'M
til, unseen themselves. they came to a
spot where Daisy Carroll was plating
straw hats, and singing as she worked.
Her seat was a fallen log, and in front
of her stood a basket with the mate
rial for her WORK. She wore a print
dress. made in primitive simplicity,
and her chestnut hair fell in natural
curls round a fresh, girlish face.
Quite UNCONSCIOUS of an audience, she
suddenly ceased her son and broke
into a MARBLE of trills and runs, throw
ing her voice up and down in fantastic
tlourishes. then trilling like a bird with
low, sweet notes dying away to 81
lence, then bursting forth free and
glad as the vcritable MARBLE of a feath-
cred songster,
"strangem Hilman Brent whis-
pcred, "she looks like a perfect little
rustic, but that voice has been care
fully trained by a master"
"NNhat an enthusiast you are" said
Harry Dinsmore, his companion,
laughing. 81 hear nothing but a lit
tie country girl with a splendid voice
initiating the BIRDS
He spoke a little too loudly. Daisy
looked up, and seeing two faces only
half concealed by foliage spying upon
her privacy, started to her feet, evil
IDENTITY intending to run away. But a
tall, gray-haired man, with a kindly
face, came hastily forward.
"Do not let us disturb you,' he said,
courteously. I'VE are only passing
through the woods to our hotel at VIII:
lard's Glen"
You are a long way from there
Daisy said, too ignorant of the worlds
ways to be shy; 1T is fully five miles
from here"
''Yes!' said Harry, whose youthful
eyes lad detected the girls beauty as
quickly as his companion had the mar
wells OF her voice, "we have had a long
tramp. May we rest in your bower?'
''Certainly," was the smiling reply
'the woods are not mine, though they
are so seldom visited that / am afraid
l sometimes feel as if they were my
own."
You live a by, then?" asked
Hllman Brent.
She pointed to q small. very small
house, half hidden in the trees.
'.We live there-Aunt Hilda, mysel
and the piano. There are some hens
cow, and a cat to share our home
but there is not much else there. w,
seldom see a strange face. unless
take the hats | make to Wizards Glel
to be sent to New York. ]. will ge
you a glass of milk
She was gone before they coul'
make any objection. returning 500
with a tray, upon which were glasse
of milk, a dish of large Strawberries
and some slices of homemade cake.
'Aunt Hllda has gone owe to Fost
er's MILL" she said, 'where Mill
Foster is dying, but found some fires
cake!"
She put the tray down and resume
her straw-platting, but her eyes stray
ed often to the handsome face of Han
ry Dinsmore, whose air of high breed
ing and careless grace were ditferen
from the rustics around her. Present
ly she said frankly, and yet not rude
ly:
''You are like my father! He was
gentleman, and l have seen no on
like him since he died. He was Gu:
tavc Carroll, the v%iolinist."
dead :! Did you say he was deadP
HiIman Brent cried quickly. 81 ha
not heard of that"
''You knew that he lost the use {
his rigl hand, perhaps?"
'YaA. knew of that. Tho who
musical world mourned for his al
cldcnt."
at broke his heart" the girl sal
gently.
He came here to try to forget, bu
he could not. l was only little gi
then, but after a while he began
teach me to play and sing. d
thought | would be a great SINCE
SONS dav but all that is past"
''Why?"
"My father died a year ago, and
have no money to finish my studies
to go to great cities. So | plat stra
hats, and, like my father, l try to TO
get my dreams of fame and music
of there was an opportunity mac
for you?"
The girl suddenly stood erect, h
work falling UNDECIDED. Into her gre
dark eyes flashed a strange radianc
while her lips parted and her chez
glowed.
"Ah." she cried, with a deep, fl
breath, "if there were!"
Then her cheeks paled, her ey
dropped. and her hands were clasp
in a passion Of despair.
Don't! don't!" she cried, "wak
the old dream. l cannot bear it!'
In a superbly furnished sitting-roc
in one of London's great hotels
w. m PAGES up and down, oft
Z pads,ng to listen intently for sol
sound in an adjoining room; Oft
striking her hands together in a p;
sion of grief. Around her are toxic
of wealth and lavish expenditure, a
her dress is of richest material a
Partisan make. Jewels flash from b
hands and upon her bosom; but /
face-one of rare beeuty-is dealt
pale, and her large eyes are full
some new and crushing sorrow.
"He will die!" so her thoughts I
the will die. and / have killed hi
He has been my benetactor. my friel