The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-02-27

All Guo young iellOW ecnOeu
there was silence.
Marion is very proud" Jerome con,
tinued. I
IF she knew that she was not absolu-
tely independent of my lonely bounty
believe she would not stay an hour
longer beneath this roof. But, poor
child, she need know; at least,
until after she has been married"
The deep, expressive voice ceased
with a regretful ring, and then he con-
cluded, more cheerfully.
go, andI wish you success in your
wooing."
Ned wrung his hand and left the
room, and in a very few moments Jer-
I'M followed.
For a while the fire glowed on noisily
in the CRATE. the wind howled and the
quiet remained unbroked; then the
heavy velvet curtains we're drawn back
and Marion stepped out from behind.
Her face was as pallid as a ghosts,
her dark eyes were burning with fierce
pride, and very angry her lips tremb-
ling with excitement and suppressed
resentment.
"A PIctbiCk plCGu10 VI SuItS60 DIluC
could not be seen.
Great heaven!" she cried, with a pas
sionate stamp. what deceit! How Of
ten have / hurled the fact in his face
that 1 was glad, infinitely, that / owed
him nothing. He calmly heard me,
knowing that it Was q beggar's delusion
he vas llstering to!" She paused and
her flashing eyes turned on the chair he
had lately occupied. "How he detests
me, too" she said. II have never tried
to win his favor-we have never been
friendly, and to think that for weeks
past, or perhaps months, l have eaten
his bread and spent his money, thinking
it entirely my own. But it is over-I
shall not stay. In the wide world there
is surely room for me to earn my bread!"
She drew back the curtain and look
ed out. The stars were shining frostily
but the wild March wind was making
havoc of every stray leaf and fragment
in its path.
The streets were deserted. It was an
unusually bitter night of that bulster-
GUS month, a night when humanity
keeps its head snail-lik indoors, when
the crackle OF a good fire is the sweet
est sound on earth.
Marion, with a little SILVER turns
away.
II must gol" she muttered; mot an
other night will I stay here a beggar on
his bounty. Old Mrs. Chaplin, though
she is poor, will keep me for my moth
er's sake until I get something to do
and pay her back" She paused a Sec
ond by Jerome's arm chair, and leaned
her arm on the back of it. II wish-I
wish he did not dislike me so" she whis-
pered, and the tears tempted the luster
of her eyes. 1T was my abominable tenn
per at first, and now he is tired of me,
and would gladly marry me to the first
coxcomb that asks"
This mood only lasted a second, and
all the old fierceness returned.
But what am I doing?" she said
dash1ng away tho tears and trying to
control her ~quivering lips. "po I not
hate this man-this superior being who
treats me as a child? Am / not glad by
accident I learned the truth of my posi-
ton? Certainly Am I not delighted
at the possibility of feeling independent,
away from his benevolent smile? I am
and the time will come when Jerome
Vann will wonder that he ever laughed
at me or my vagaries."
All the warm Southern nature arous-
ed, she went to the desk and began to
write q note to this detested guardian.
Sir" it dashed off, "ten minutes
since I learned my position in your
house, and it is such an undesirable one
that l renonnce it this night. You, who
have disapproved of me so strongly
will nc doubt be glad to learn that
have broken from your reins and fed.
Good night and good by to you, sir.
MARION.
Up. 81 distinctly and e%mphatically
refuse to marry Mr.. Burlington"
An hour later she was on the street,
the wind blowing her cloak, andtwist
ing her veil till it looked like a signal O.
distress.
There was nothing of the heroine
about her as she hurried along, keep.
ing or the darkest side Of the street,
her head lowered, and her tears drop.
ping thick and fast. Poor Marion
The first touch of the world in which
she stood alone, was cold and blustery
The weeks passed on by leaden feet
Advertisements and detectives we're bott
of no avail, and Jerome Vann's fiNe
grew strangely old and sad, for Marion'i
whereabouts still remained a mystery
He loved her far more than he evel
realized. He longed TO see that spiri-
ted, magnetic face again, and to heal
the pert, merry voice which had made
such drollery of his viell-meant advice
Day after day passed, each n M
exact repetition of the preceding one
and all very weary, sickening blanks tt
the rich lawyer in his stately home.
1t was June. Sunny, soft weathe,
reigned in the city. Roses bloomed ev.
erYwhere. in florists windows, in mar.
ket carts, in wealthy gardens-every.
where the fragrant punches of different
hued flowers waved in the breeze.
jerome was standing at his library
window, looking out ut the throng O
promenaders and open carriages dash,
ing along. His eyes were no longer
filed with suspense, they were fal
worse-they were calm and hopeless.
He had left nothing untried to dis
cover her whereabouts, and it had all
been worse than useless. He had beer
beating his heart out with pain, in al
ternate hope and failure, in passionate
longing; and now all was over. With.
out any renewed vigor he was still deeI
in professional duties. trying, but vain.
~, to take up the thread of existence @;
though Marion had never been known
and dearly loved.
He took up his hat and cane and went
out. His steps led him to Broadway
The thoroughfare was crowded and he
walked slowly along, his moody face
with its quietly bitter expression, il
marked contrast to those around him.
Many saw and enyied the rich anG
successful lawyer. Gould they hnt