The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-12-03

sort o. mellows an comforts me, too.
Miss Serena Caldwell whose beau was
killed in the war, plays on the melo.
deon, and we all sing-all on us; men,
womenfolks, an children. Sam Mer.
ritt is there. an he sings tenor song
aboutlove. The women sort OF whisper
round that he's goin to bemarried to
q Palmer lady mex spring, an ]
think to myself never heard better
singin' than Sans. Then we play
games-proverbs, buzz, clap-in-clap.
out, copenhagen, foN-an' geese, button
button-who s-eot-the button, spin-the.
platter, go-to-Jerusalem, my-ship's-
play with the young folks just as nat.
'ral as can be, and we all laugh when
Deacon Hosea Cowles hez to measure
six yards OF love ribbon with Misc
Hepsy Newton, and cut each yard With
kiss; for the deacon hez been sort O
pu"rin' round Miss Hepsy for goin' Oh
two years. Then, aft'r q while. when
Mary an Helen bring in the cookies,
nutcakes, cider, an apples, moth.
er says: 4 don't b'lieve we're goin'
to hev enough apples to go round;
Ezry, ! guess III have to get you
to 90 down cellar for some more
Then says: AN right, mother, I'll go,
| providin' some one'll go along an
hold the candle An when say this
! look right at Laura an she bushes.
| Then Helen Jest for meanness says:
'Ezry, | s'pose you amt willin' to
| have your fav'r sister go down eel.
lar with you and catch her death OF
cold?' But Mary, who hez been show
in Hiram Peabody the phot' graph
album for moren an hour, comes to
the rescue an makes Laura take the
candle, an she shows Laura how to
hold it so 1t won't 60 out.
"The cellar is warm an dark. There
are cobwebs all between the rafters,
an everywhere else, except on the
shelves where mother keeps the but
ter an eggs, an other things that
would freeze in the but'try up stairs.
The apples are in bar'ls up against
the wall, near the potater bin. How
fresh an sweet they smell! Laura
thinks she sees mouse an she trem-
l,les an wants to Jump up on the pork
bar'l, but tell her that there
shan't no mouse hurt her while I'm
'roond-an' | mean it too, for the
sight O. Laura a-trembiin' makes me
as strong as one OF fathers steers
What kind OF apples do you like best
Ezry? asks Laura; 'russets or green
ms or crow eggs or bellhower or bald
wins or pippins? Il like the bald
wins best, says l, COZ they'v'
got red cheeks just like yours
''Why, Ezry Thompson! how you
oil Ill 7 Non n ,ul, OF, HI
ashamed of YOURSELF But when | ge
the dish filled up with apples ther'
amt baldwin in all the lot that cal
compare with the bright red OF Lau
ra's cheeks. An Laura knows it, too
an she sees the mouse agin, an
screams, and then the candle goes ou
and we are in a dreadful stew. But
benz almost man, contrive to bea
up under it, and KNOWN she is an OF
phan, comfort an encourage Laur'
the best ] know how, and we are a.
most upstairs when mother comes t.
,, the door and wants to know what ha
KEEP us so long. Just as if mothe
doesn't know! OF course she does; al
! when mother kisses Laura good-b
that night there is in the act a tender
! ness that speaks more sweetly tina
even mothers words.
at is SO like mother" unused Ezrs
$50 like her with her gentleness al
clinging' love. Hers is the sweetes
picture OF all, and hers the best love.
! Dream on, Ezra; dream OF the ol
. home with it's dear ones, it's holy il
iunces and Its precious inspirations
, mother, Dream on in the far-awa
. freight, and as the angel hand
:, memory unfolds these sacred visions
: with thee and them shall abide, like
divine comforter, the spirit OF thank
: giving.
EUGENE FIELD.