The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-11-20

cess OF her child, yet her tears fell fast
that night, which seemed 81 long ago,
for those lustrous eyes had been for
the multitude and not for the lone
watcher who had made SO many,
many sacrifices for the one who would
never know or appreciate them.
The world saw and recognized the
grand result without seeking to know
aught OF the cause producing it.
The mothers fear had not been an
idle one. The child she loved so fond
ly soon drifted away from her, out of
her life andits current.
With a groan of anguish Darcia
Tresswell stirred, as the cool breeze
swept over the bowed head, and one
hand instinctively sought the folds OF
the gray dress wherein a rustling paper
made known her contact with its
touch. Bringing it forth she raised
her head and read for the second time
that day the words which we're brand
ed upon her heart with ingratitude's
serpent tooth.
New YORK, Sept. 90. DEAR MOTHER
Before this reaches you I shall be Alice
Tresswell no longer. and shall nave sailed
Tor Europe to remain three years OF more,
and where l hope to achieve success.
Would have visited you, but thought likely
you were in some horrid, out-of-the-way.
place, and my time has been wholly occu.
pied. Will try and see you on my return,
and shall expect you to visit me when I am
at last established in a home OF my own.
BE sure and provide an elegant wardrobe
against that time, as Mr.. Graham is very
fastidious in matters OF dress.
Yours affectionately,
This from the daughter whom she
had not met and rarely heard fromfor
over two years; who was changing her
name and forming new ties without
ever asking her mothers consent, ad-
vice or blessing; who dwelt upon pro.
spective wardrobes with interesting
herself in any way as tohow they were
to be obtained. And what could be
thought of an affection that did not
seek it's object even if in "some horrid
out-of-the-way-place.'
Bitter tears fell upon the delicately
perfumed but now crumpled sheet ere
it fell from the trembling fingers and
duttered to the floor; and bowling her
head once more, this woman, whose
life had been freighred with grief and
disappointmentfrom first to last, wept
as if her heart would break, SO wound
ed and grieved by the thoughtlessness
and ingratitude OF her only child.
No, the world would never call Darcia
Tresswell aheroine, or sing ~thepraises
OF her unseltish, self-abnegating spirit.
And there are thousands Of just such
tender, loving, sacrificing mothers who
take the brightness from their own
lives to tighten the way for those near
and dear to them.
An arm stole round her neck, and a
trembling voice freighted with SYM
pathy, said:
Teacher, I'm sorry you feel so! I
think Tom Brown is an awful mean
boy to say such hateful things and
make you cry
Looking up Darcia Tresswell beheld
the little freckled faced girl who had
always tried her patience SO sorely-
who never was known to have q per-
feet lesson, and whom she had always
regarded as being wholly devoid ofhu-
man sympathy and kindly feeling, SO
annoying she hadproved, but who now
said:
"And I'm sorry I've been SO hateful.
too. Ifyou'l let me begin now, I'll
try and be good, as you pray we will
be; really will" andthe homely little
face looked almost beautiful with it's
new light OF resolve, to the sad and
fearful teacher who tenderly kissed the
child az she replied:
"Thank you for your good resolu-
ton and your sympathy. Make one
more resolve-that you will never
cause your mother to weepforth neg
lect and ingratitude of her child" and
she picked up her own daughters CON
demning letter, while hastily brushing
away her tears.
"Ill try and be good to mother,
surely!' was the surprised reply.
"And thatmakes me think-she sent
me to ask if you would please take tea
with her tonight; and, "-hesitatingly,
as if ashamed, 81 guess she wants you
to pray-about little Johnnie's death,
you know. She cries as you did alittla
while ago. You looked so sad, I forgot
my errand," and the child's voice trem.
bled and her pale blue eyes searched
her teachers face as she vaguely won.
dered why everybody had trouble and
tears.
The woman who was not a heroine
the woman who could assist and
comfort others while her own heart
was heavy with grief-the one Of many.
gratefully accepted the unexpected
invitation with the feeling that per.
haps others were not so well prepared
to bear their burdens as she; that pos
sibly some human heart would be bet.
ter or happier by doing her duty con.
scientiousiv and we'll.
She also knew that kindred sorrows
make people sympathetic; and that
the bitter showers of grief bring forth
abundant harvests of good deeds.