The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-11-26


than his soul, little blonde creature,
who loved him we'll in return; but who
preferred. even to him. jewels and
tinery with which to deck herself from
her pretty head to the tip of her little
shoe.
In the hands of this delicate creature
half bird, half baby-the little pieces
OF gold were an unending source of de-
light. While he never denied the in
dulgence of her most extravagant en-
prices. still for fear of paining her, he
concealed from her even to the end the
sad secret of his fortune.
'Are we then very rich?" she would
say. The poor man would reply, ooh,
yes. very rich!' and he lovingly smiled
at the little blue bird who was inno-
Gently devouring his brain.
Sometimes, nevertheless, seized with
fear. he became miscrly, but then the
little wowan would trip toward him,
cXclaiming: "My husband, as you are
rich. buy me something very COSTLY"
NiiSiCdpoll uc ILliAOdidVClS u ublilGQ
her wish
This lasted two years; then one fine
morning the little woman died, with
out apparent cause, Just as a bird dies.
The treasure was almost exhausted.
That which remained to him the
widower dedicated to burying his cher
ished dead with all the pomp which
gold could purchase. Bells tolled
| slowly, heavy chariots draped in black,
plumed horses, velvet bedewed with
tears of silver-nothing appeared to
him too beautiful for this relic of NOR
trlity, whose last resting place he cov-
cred with immortelles. What mattered
to him now his goldp To the church
to the bearers-he gave it every
where with lavish hand. Thus return
ing from the cemetery there renamed
to him almost noting of ffhat marvellous
blain, except a few particles clinging
to the wall of the skull Then he could
have been seen wandering wildly
through the streets, his hands extend,
ed, stumbling like a drunken man.
In the evening. when all the shops
were illuminated, he paused before q
large window, where all sorts of beau
tiful things were glittering in the light,
remaining there long time. gazing at
two little shoes bordered with swan S.
down.
81 know somebody whom those lit
tie shoes would make very happy,'' al
length he said, smilingly to himself,
and forgetting already that his little
wife was dead, he entered to buy then
for her.
| From the back of her shop the mer-
chant heard a great cry. Fastening
forward, she recoiled with fear, upon
beholdlng man supporting himself
painfully against the counter, and star
ing sorrowfully and wildly at her. In
one hand he held the little blue shoes
bordered with swan s-down, presenting
to her the other all bloody, with some
scrapings of gold adhering to the ends
of the nails.
Such, madam, is the legend of the
man with the golden brain! Notwith.
standing its chimerical sound. this
legend is true from one end to the other
There are in the world poor mon who
are compelled to subsist upon thei,
brain and they pay for the least thing:
of this life in beautiful fine gold OBJ
taind by the sacrifice of health ant
happiness, the very marrow and life,
blood of their existence. Each day O
their life is darkened by grief and ther
when they are weary of suffering.
Decidedly, madam, this story is tot
melancholy, and l would have beer
wiser to have locked it in my breast
From the French: Translated for III
Arkansa,D Irapeler By II. N. Jackson
Sun-Spots and Their Influence
The question of sun-spots and th
- 4 II