The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-09-24
HIS GUARDIAN.

Tho words were spoken hurriedly
and somewhat zoo loudly for the tim
and place.
Many bystanders heard them, and
looked at the speaker, the lady, then
at each other, and smiled.
But the lady herself La young, slight,
girl, with large blue eyes, pale, golden
hair. and . face like the picture of a
saint, so fair and pure it seemed held
on her way, leaning on her escorts
arm, without change OF expression
or even . startled sidelong glance. to
show the artists impetuous wish had
reached her ear.
Calmly she sat in hcr box at the con-
cert that evening with her blue eyes
fixed upon the stage. Many an opera
glass was turned uponher from below,
and in . secluded corner Of the stalls
sat Gervase Livingstone, the artist,
gaxing at her with his heart and soul
in his large, dark, passionate eyes.
Who can she bei" he whispered to
an intimate friend.
Y don't know. The face is e. now
ons, !" was the low reply.
"Anew onel 1t looks as il it was
just created as il those eyes had new
q looked upon . sinful worldl" raved
the artist. Years ago, when / was a
schoolboy in the country, knew a
child with face almost as pure and
sweet. She died as earthly angels al
ways do. Yet. had she lived, she
would have been like that girl. Poor
little Mayr'
Leaning his head upon his hand, the
artist lost himself in q dream Of his
boyhood's love. When he looked up
again the concert was drawing to q
close, and the box was empty-the
divinity had gone.
Hurrying from the house, he inquired
right and left among the attendants
at the door; and finally, by a gift of
money. SO refreshed the memory of
one that he said he had seen the young
lady drive off in a private carriage be-
fore the concert was over, with "a
gentleman as might be her father, sir,
s and they went to the Everett House.
To the Everett House followed the
enamoured artist, only to be disap-
pointed. The servant whom he
iced literally assured him that no
such young lady was stopping there.
Some wild impulse for which he could
scarcely account led the artist tolook
over the hotel register. He looked
for the name Of MARY Cameron" lit
(. was the name Of his earliest love and
It was not there.
Meanwhile the object Of his search
Naa speeding from the city as fast as
tho midnight train could carry her
toward Boston. Although the hour
was 40 late, she was wakeful, and
clasped her hands over her eyes as she
rested her head ON the pillow, in q
vain attempt to shut out from her
mind and memory the picture of q
haunting face.
He did not recognize mo-" she
thought, with q sigh. "And yet /
knew him in spite Of the change-in
spite OF the added height, the altered
tacs, the dark moustache-- knew him
Ct the moment when his eyes met
mine as we entered at the door"
And then she blushed at the memory
OF the words he had uttered.
up Pauline," said she, softly.
The second occupant OF the .sec.
tion" stirred in hor couch and an.
swered, drowsily:
What is it, May?''
ssAre you asleep2"
What a question? No, not now, /"
replied Pauline, sitting groan.
What troubles you now, my May OF
Mays. You generally drop asleep the
instant your pretty head touches the
pillow
But not tonight, Pauline. have
/ been thinking about all you told me
about
"About Gervase LivingstoneY" ask
cd Pauline, finishing the sentence.
Hush Speak lower, Pauline. There
arc 80 many people near. Yes, .m
troubled-deep troubled by what
you say OF him. Is it true May?"
Who told you, Pauline?"
My brother, in the first instance.
He knows him WELLS often at his
rooms and regrets his intemperance
more than any of the rest of his
friends. ! think
Does your brother think-does he
consider him entirely past reform?"
asked May, in . trembling voice.
Hearing it. and the suppressed sob
that followed the question, Pauline
Daniorth who was a kind hearted little
city belle. came out of her nest and
sat down beside her friend.
Dear May, my brother James has
often said that il Livingstone had a
reason-a motive-for reforming, his
rstorni would be q settled thing.
What motivs7'
y explain myself bunglingly, tear.
James meant, my dear May, that il
ldvrngstons could be induced to fall
in love, the lady might work his ref.
co." - ~
"He loves no one, then, at present?''
No ono, May. James saws that he
believes him to befaithful to the mem.
ory OF 9 child who died years ago. It
g an odd thing to say Of man like
1im, but James declares that Living.
9sone really loved that child, and that
hs loves her now"
IL that is true" said May Warbur
I Ton, drying her eyes, "he may yet b.
saved. "
what do you mean, dear,',
g ]. mean that I am the child. Pau
But the child died, replied Pauline
with IN astonished look.
No. Ny cousin, Mary Cameron
died, and he must have sean the notic,
3 her death or heard Of Il, and sup
posed It to be mine. Just before he
4 fllnAss my good Uncle Warburton cam,
2 ny country home. and finding M