The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-11-19

i DOWS tsuu ASliS bAu NlI SOEbS Ol IhllCy
i ixingsou Of it. Sheis aNueen, a fairy
princess, and every thing efse by turns.
i Once offered to cut it for her, that
she might make bows more convenient
4 ". You should have seen her. She
hugged it up to her, and looked at me
with such frightened, pleading eyes,
one would certainly have thought it
was some living creature / was going
to harm. There, just look at her!
isn't she picture?"
Shecertainly was most lovely pict-
ure, as the doctor came up to the lit
1 tie bed. The dark eyes were bright
with happiness, and the pale cheeks
flushed q delicate pink, rivaling the
roses on her beautiful gift. Pain and
sorrow were all forgotten in the de-
light OF her new possession.
| She had evidently exercised all her
taste and skill in arranging her below
ed ribbon to the best advantage, in
anticipation OF the doctors visit. 1t
| was looped and bowed and festooned
| in most graceful manner about her
| head and form, for, all unknown to
herself, Maggie had Inherited all the
taste and skill of THE loving, gentle
little French mother who. deserted by
the one who should have been her pro-
tector, had died broken-h hearted at the
birth OF her child.
! II she could but see how pretty she
looks!" the nurse said. softly.
The next day when, from the capa-
| cious pockets OF his overcoat, DR.. Jay
| brought forth small hand-mirror,
and held it before the eyes OF the de.
lighted child, her cup of happiness was
overfowing.
| Every night the beloved gift was
carefully smoothed and folded In
tissue paper. With one bunch ofroses
turned on the outside of the pack
age, and with 8 tender pressure of 1T
against her cheek, and a loving good
night kiss, Maggie would fall asleep,
her hand resting lovingly upon its
soft, lustrous folds. At her first wax
ing moments it was unrolled, and the
delight OF manifold nanipu1ations re-
commenced, with ever fresh delight.
But there came day when even
the possession of her hearts treasure
could not overcome the terrible pain
which racked her slight frame.
For dayssh had been growing worse,
and the physicians saw no hope save
in an difficult and danger
1 Gus, one which if unsuccessful must
result fatally.
They had postponed it from week
to week, hoping for favorable results
1 without it. But one morning DIR. Jay
found Maggie lying so white and e1-
hausted from pain and sleeplessness,
he saw clearly that there was no
alternative.
She seemed unconscious of his pres
ence, even when he pressed the thin
/ white hand as he felt her pulse. The
lpallid, pain-marked face, the
| limp, wasted little form, appealed
most pathetically to his kind heart,
and bending over her he pressed a
kiss OF fatherly tenderness on the
white forehead. Her large dark eyes
suddenly unclosed, the warm blood
flushed the pale cheeks, and q smile oi
tender, loving delight flashed over her
face.
"Is the pain 80 hard to bear, dear
child?" he asked, sympathetically.
4 ".Itis better now," was her low re-
ply.
All, how little DIR. Jay suspected, as
the dark eyes followed him with such
J worshipful tenderness, that his kiss
was the first caress the poor child had
! ever knownl Kicks and cuffs and
J drunken oaths had often been show
cred upon her, but fathers kiss, a
J mothers tender caress, poor Maggie
worse than orphaned-had never
known
4 There must be an operation with
out delay" was DIR. jays decision,
after a brief consultation with the
house physicians. "To-morrow at
eleven at the very latest. She cannot
live over forty-eight hours in her pres.
ent condition"
Then to the head nurse whom he
had summoned, "You will please tell
her, Mrs. Hatch, sufficient to have
her understand the necessity of the
operation. She seems unusually in
| tel.igent, and it will save her from
fright and nervousness, and she needs
everything possible in her favor. Do
not tell her until an hour before the
operation; let her sleep tonight if she
4 can under the opiate, without know
ing it,"
i So at ten O'Clock next morning the
nurse, in the most tender manner
possible, explained to the child, SO
far as she thought necessary, the
operation she was about to under
go, concluding WITH
i "We hope to make you strong and
we'll again.
\ "Will they hurt me very much?"
/ Maggie asked, her lip quivering not.
withstanding her brave efforts at self
control.
4 "Not very much, and you will know
nothing about it; they will give you
something to put you to sleep until it
a is all over y
"Who will do it?"
"Dr. Jay"
Il ..oh, it's all right thenl' with ag,ad
smile OF loving confidence; .'he will
save me for sure, if anybody can, and
Il know he won't hurt me-"
When the hour arrived, without a
murmur of dread or shrinking on her
part, the little frail, emaciated form
was laid upon the operating table,
her hand tightly clasping the beloved
ribbon oven in that dread hour
She glanced from one to another OF
the grave faces of nurses and physi-
clans who stood around, looking in
vain for DR.. Jay, who, delayed by pa
tients, had but just arrived. She call
ed his name softly, and hastening to
her side, he bent over her with kind
/ ly, reassuring smile. Thethin, wasted
little hands were eagerly outstretched
to him, and the face lighted up with a
smile OF loving tenderness as she said,
softly
"I'm not afraid if you do it-you'll
save me il you can, I know-but