The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-07-23

sIss Of that vanished ye'srcposel
y leAt q Thy shadowy hair,
Il (1lt6y b0oOm crimson rose.
4 l1ar Dsbois, q The Cwyrent
IIE SQUIRE'S WIFE.
nirs Clover listsned in silence, but
|ssil quiet smile upon his lips, to his
c1pniess yarns Of their various haps
~ aiahsps in their younger days in
lying "a get possession of the girl Of
choice.
Bnt sfter they had all spoken he
{ hacked the ashes out Of his pipe and,
proceeding to refill il, said:
neighbor, we've told some pretty
queer stories, but I'll warrant l can tell
I ons that can match 'em. Irather guess
'twould astonish those acquainted with
& my quiet, modest looking wife yonder
\ TO know how it was that thought of
taking her for better or for worse. !"
Vow, David, expostnlated Mrs.
\ Clover, both reddening and smiling MS
she met her husbands quizzical look.
ny will you tell that silly storyp If
yOu hadn cared to take me, you could
u have let me alone. =
= All. sure il is easy talkin'," !" said the
+ Aquire, shaking his head with demure
I gravity But when n girl--an' espe-
cially such pretty one--tlies directly
INTO y fellows arms, what else can he
dol That's what. i d like to know
laughingly declaring that she d stay
/ TO listen to no such nonsense Mrs.
Clover gathered up her work and ran
sway; and her husband, after shaking
3 his jolly sides with silent laughter.
d until some of those present were fear
fol that apoplexy would be the result,
gradually recovered himself and pro-
ceeded to satisfy the curiosity he had
4 aroused thus:
Il was poor boy. as perhaps you
know, with nothin' but a pair OF stout
1 arms and broad shoulders to push my
& way In the world with; but / had a
brave heart, an wasn't afraid to work,
an on the whole, amt noways dissatis-
4 fed with what my hands have brought
mo.
The summer was twenty-one /
4 went to work for Sues father.
Mr.. Bean was q well-to-do farmer,
{ and Sue his only child. He wasn't any
! ways stuck up about his property, but
q no set great store by Sue an, as he
\ knew that some day she'd have as good
y farm as there was in the county. nat
rally expected that the man who got
( her would be able to give as much as
be took.
$50 had no more idea of ever bein'
Sues husband than had of fyin' an
yit the very first time I set eyes on her
knew, as well as know now, that no
i other woman would ever be to me what
Z she was.
81 remember the day just as well as
+ ii twas yesterday. had seen MIR.
Brean down to the village the night
{ afore. AM twas agreed that come the
next afternoon.
when i came to the house-an' a
1 nice lookin' house it was, with broad
piazza each side on't--I was dubious as
70 whether had better go in the side
or back door. finally concluded to
\ take the latter.
AS 4 passed by the kitchen window
y heard a voice singin', as sweet an
= clear as a robins, an on lookin' in
saw Sue standin' by table, kneadin
bread, and l never see q prettier pictur
AfOre or sence.
Alb, lads, ye may talk about girls at
the pianny, but they amt half so much
to my mind as the one l saw at the
I moldin' board; the flour she was siftin'
not any winter than her round, uncov-
cred arms, and with as bright a bloom
on cheek and lips as the roses that
were clambering over the porch.
WAL, arter stnrin' at her petty face
ii AZ long as dared to-quite unbeknown
i to her Knocked at the door.
Como inH sang out a voice that set
my heart to beatin' like sledgc ham
s lner.
s.Liftia' the latch walked in.
ss,.Js Mr.. Bean to home?' stam-
mered, coloring as red as a beat, as
Sue turned her black eyes on me.
is5 n. Yes; fathers somewhere about,
He'll be in in a minute. Won't you
take seatp'
..In goin' across the room, stun
bled over a pail, which SO hustered Inc
\ that sat Idown in a chair where a large
{ gray cat lay curled up sleep, and who,
fspittia' nm clawin at me, sprang out Of
the window.
Il could see by the dimples that came
round Sues pretty mouth that she had
hard work to do to keep from laughin
outright. But sho didn't pear to take
s any notice ont, and pretty soon old Mr.
Bean came in, an then | began to fee
more comfortable.
They were real nice sort of folks
who treated their help like their owr
family, an Soon began to feel al
4 home.
All but with Sue; i couldn't seem tt
Il say two or three words to her without
I blnnderin'. an was always doin' some
4 awkward thing Or otaec wheuever
went nigh her.
4 don't think I'd have felt quite Sc
u shy if had known her opinion of ME
q for 4 wasn't a bad lookin' chap in NJ,
Young days broad sfouldered an
M straight as an arrer-with big haze
eyes an brown hair, as full of crnkles
as curled maple.
hadn't been to Mr.. Beans long
S. before / found out that Sue had i
6ean His name was Silas Peterkin
gs son Of the ssore-keeper down in tht
village.
He was a white faced. slim-waistet
feller, with little hands an feet that I'e
been ashamed to own, but which ht
seemed to feel mighty proud OF.
He used to come to see Sue aoou
& twice . week, dressed in his store
elothes,s and lookin' as if hid JUS
stepped out Of a band-box.
Sue never seemed to act as though
she had any partic' lar likin' for Silas
but wac easy seen That the folks Sc
great store by him, an was might,
pleasant ~ the idea Of his steppin' VI
10 their dArter.
An tor me. never sec him sittin' b,
ssne III smirkin up into her face. b,i
Whit III felt na if 7 M1nted to fling him