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

d." exclaimed Mrs. Trevellyn to her
self, as she sat on undiscovered seat.
beneath the shade of an old oak.
Just ten years, yet so long, long ago,
Why do men say that life isshort, and
time flies? For me nothing has flown
but my Dreams"
AS she spoke, she shaded her still
youthful and lovely face from the
bright sunlight, and fell into a reverie
so deep as to be unconscious OF APP
preaching footsteps.
The intruder Vas a tall, handsome
man, as Yet scarce in his prime, who.
catching Il glimpse ofthe lady. stepped
quickly forward, but erehecould speak.
Mrs. Trevellyn became aware OF the
presence OF some one, and glancine at
the stranger, she rose as ii to move
away.
With a half-audible apology, the
gentlemen raised his hat. and in a mo-
ment was lost in the thick s%hrubberv.
While she sank back again upon the
seat as she said. ''ris he, my God: and
he does not know me! Only ten years
and I-forgotten."
Yes 1t was only ten years since these
two h@a parted, he a youth of 81, she
a beautiful girl OF II summers.
Give Lee was Just out OF college, and
before settlingdown to the study ofhis
procession he was to spend two years
in Europe.
Jessie Trevellyn was still a school
girl. BUT the two had met years be-
fore, and Il child's love had deepened
into something tender and enduring
enough for them to exchange lovers
VOWS.
you will write HE often" he said,
as they stood together beneath the old
oak. "iou will writeme often. and on
your coming birthday you will let me
tell your father how deeply | love
you?"
Eyes, whenI am1s, papa shall know
where have given my heart; mean
time he knows you are my warm
friend, and | will will write you a
few words every day"
Not so fast, little one, every day
for a fortnight, and in six weeks forget
tulness OF my very existence.
a look OF mingled love and reproach
from her beautiful dark eyes, q mo-
ment of silence, and he spoke again;
you have your own way, usually,
have you not Jessie?"
~ have rarely been crossed in my
life" she replied with a smile, land
since mamma died, poor papa seems
only to live for me-"
"Well. cara MIC, listen. When the
fall comes, persuade your father to
bring you abroad for six months.
1oucan study music and helanguages:
We can all be together. TO learn a
language thoroughly, make love in it,
says an old scholar. Think of a win
ter in Italy Yes, dear Jessie. if your
wishes are commands, your father will
surely bring you to me, ere long"
So they parted.
Give Lee went over the ocean,, and
during the summer that followed. Jes-
sic proved a faithful correspondent.
Early in the fall Mr.. Trevellyn was
taken very i'll, so that for many weeks
he lay between life and death. Letter
fterlettercamefrom young Lee, which
Jessie scarce found time toread, much
less to answer.
cousin john" she said one morn
ing to Mr.. Trevellyn'snephew, who had
been a constant attendant at herfath-
er's bedside, cousin John, you know
| correspond with Give Lee, but poor
papa's illness has LETT no time for my
pen. Please write Give, explain the
case OF my silence, and tell him. she
added, with a tell-tale blush, 'that we
do not forget him.
AS soon as Mr.. Trevellyn was able
to move his physicians ordered
him south. 1t was not until they
reached Key West their place Of des-
tination) that Jessie had leisure for a
careful perusal of Gives letters. She
noticed with pain how they hadgrown
less tender but more reproachful in
tone, till, at last, they We're cold and
unfrequent. 81 am sure he can't have
received Johns letter. she said to
herself; "bnt l will write to-day and
explain all. Poor Give! Yes, I will
write this very day"
For an hour her penmovedove and
across the paper. filling sheet after
sheet of paper with the details OF the
last three months. AS she was seal
ing her letter n knock was heard, and
to her cheerful "come in' a tall figure
appeared in the doorway.
Good morning, fair cousin. have
JtSb ltiD Jul IttiIl NSiN Ao!lilDi lttplC.
Have you any commands
Thanks. John. just post this missive
for Europeanmail. What wouldpapa
and l do without you2 You seem like
his son and my own brother"
81 am content to be his son, dear
Jessie, but not your brother
Cousin" said the girl, scarce heed
ing his reply, did you write Give, asI
asked you to do?'
Did | ever break a promise to you,
Jessie2"
81 remember no promise, John, but
simply a request. Poor Give evident
ly knows nothing of papa's illness.
perhaps my letter did not reach
him. Shall ] write again."
ooh, no! this'-pointingto a packet
-%''eyplains all"
Weeks passed;no letters from young
Lee came to cheer the heart of Jessie,
as day after day she satin her fathers
sickroom. Shegrew panied; then hurt:
finally annoyed indignant. Mean
while her father was growing weaker
and weaker with each day and
conscious OF his approaching end he
begged his daughter to reward the de-
votion OF his nephew by giving himher
hand.
~ used to fancy, darling" he said,
chat young Lee loved you, but he is
far away and too young to marry.
John worships you. He has maturity
and wisdom, and l should die easier
to see you his wife and under his pro-
lection"
With a heart half broken at her