The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-10-16

Lawyer Bates, who tried llinh his power
10 dissuade him.
you've the making of an excellent
lawyer in you" he said, "and you are
gettingalong wonderfully. Ifyou willso
offsotar why don't youw wait till youget
yourdiploma? That's the business You
We're madefor."
But all the talk did no good, and in
wardly calling him a fool, the man
turned to the papers before him.
How could Dick tell him that he was
an unwelcome guest in his mothers
house?
"Die in q year," the lawyer muttered
afterwards, when somebody spoke to
him about it. 1.-The boy isn'tmade for
hard work, and he'll findit out"
The year passed. Tom had been six
months married, and had brought his
pretty, helpless bride to hishome, hired
extra servants, and seemed as happy
as a lord. He did not notice the in
creasingpallor Of his mother'sface, the
h%eart-broken look that told how she
missed thoughtless, warm-hearted, low
ingDick.
He had always made such q
pet OF his little, gentle mother, and
now she felt as if she We're almost for
gotten. Her son and his wife were
kind to her-but oh. she wanted the
clasp OF lovingarms about her neck,
and the kiss OF q son, sometimes.
Her only solace was the reception of
the letters that came at first every
week-but of late there had been great
gaps be ween. He laughed in his let
tiers, but sobbed as he folded them;
she never should know-never!
He had enjoyed the novelty OF the
trip, and the new associations among
which he was thrown, for atime. The
work which he vas expected TODD was
entirely beyond his strength, and the
persons with whom he was thrown in
contact were rough and uncultivated.
He had been accustomed to delicate
and nourisning food; that which he
tried to eat was coarse, badly prepar-
ed and Wholesome. Day after day he
labored from early nom till late ut
night, leaving for his place of,lodgment
so exhausted that the best meal would
have been distastful. AS the weak
ness increased, he fought bravely
against it, and yet the longing for
home-the almost agoniZed desire to
look upon his mothers face ono more
added to his physical sutferings.
"That boy looks like a ghost" said
some one, to his employer.
Eyes; not fit for the business" was
his reply, "but the poor fellow is try
ing very hard"
80 mother! mother! | am coming
home. must come home" he wrote,
at the conclusion of the year.
II thought So" said practical Tom,
with a clouded brow, whenhis mother
read him the letter, hervoice trembling.
"1ou made q baby ofhim for all time
he'll never be a MANI
Little hethoughth how prophetic were
his words! The next lettersaid,-
Expect me by the third OF next
month at latest" The next-written
in a strange hand
"DEAR MADAM.-I amsorry to write
you bad news. Yourson was getting
ready to start forhome, when he broke
down. He was never strong enough
for the work, and Itoldh him 80, months
ago, but he would not give up. There
al good metal in him-but-I think
he mourned toomuch forhis home and
his mother. just before he died, he
said, IF l couldonly seemy motherfor
one moment, i could die happy
Why need we follow the letter? Tom
broke down, for once, when the news
forced itself upon him. The mother
went rapidly to the grave. and to this
day there is alookinTom's face, which
neither care nor bodily suffering put
there-only consciousnessthat having
been his brothers keeper, he failed i'll
both duty ard affection, and for the
rest OF his life must pay thepenalty.