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

Xu SaxG upOA1 b1y tAssa
And 8 within the roses heart
The sums warm kisses rest,
I'd cling 70 close, We could not part,
IN rapture 20 thy breast.
'Tis wen, perhaps, Beloved, tho power
Cannot to me be given
3E For ere the fight OF that brief hour
i This world had turned TO heayenl
lysltS Adysao4 AcA Afss, III tae Current.
THE BINSTEAD FARM.
We all knew when sister Clarissa
oaned the thousand dollars which was
he accumulation of her six years of
{ leaching. to Sam Binstead, that it was
81 . good as sunk in the sea. And we
4 old her SO. but it was Of no use. for
ON see. Clissy is one Of those visionary
4 seople who see the ..angel in the
.unan heart most clearly when
isn't there; and Sam. cousin by a
.Ood many removes. had borrowed out
4 tVery other relative before he thought
II US. AL hadn't q dollar to spare.
She wouldn't have if Judge Hilton had
divided his legacy with her, and l
! wouldn't have given him o nickel of
ny three hundred il he had gone on
sis knees for it; not Il but Clissy-think
bit. Will you, actually and positively
handed over her thousand dollars MS if
the' been a princess, and said:
m very glad to accommodate you,
8 Sam. You needn't mind a mortgage.
four note is quite sufficient. know
shas you will pay it all back. y
Did hep Well. / think not. You
aeyer knew him or you wouldn't ask.
Ia sure he died; but he wouldn't
have paid it il he had lived, for he was
me OF those easy going men who wear
tack Coats with the pockets saggine
Town, and who always complain of their
: bad luck, and never pay their debts,
That was the way that Clis happened to
20 West. He did give her mortgage
on farm out IN Missouri, and when he
died. It fell to her. don't suppose
that she'd have taken 1t it there d been
snybody to give it To; but there wasn't,
and no stranger would have accepted
y for present, so she had to keep it.
Sho couldn't sell it, and she couldn' t
\ TENT 1t for enough to pay the taxes,
and her tenants burnt the fences be-
sAuse thoy were too lazy to cnt wood.
Z Let the barn tumble down and the
house go to ruin, until cne evening
9Ciissy looked up and said: .rm going
out to my farm. y
Al almost screamed with surprise
md was speechless. It was no use to
say anything. for Clissy is very decided.
10. the day that her school closed. she
vent down to the depot and bought q
ticket to st. Louis, and took the eve
nlng train out rs coolly as if she ex-
pected TO return next day. AL and +
vent home and had good cry, and
decided TINT VIC should start as soon as
our schools closed, and spend the sum-
NOR with her. We taught in town.
ana had ten-months year while Clissy
was out in the east-end, where the
schools close the last OF MAY.
No length Of years will ever make
me forget the night that we reached
sparta that is her tOwn-and saw dear
old Cllssy on the rickety platform,
whip in hand. waiting for us. Bless her
heart, how she hugged us, although she
s0adnt been away five weeks! Then
ahe took us around, behind the station,
20 her red, spring-wagon, t1itcheel to the
most killing little gray mule YOU ever
saw. and We clambered in. She was
mortally afraid of the little beast, and
no knew it You'd have died to see her
unite him from the post. standing at
arms length from him. 1t was two
miles to the farm, and we all three
talked as hard as we could, and vet we
hadn't begun to tell our news when we
reached that forlorn. unpainted old
& wooden house. with the chicken coop
right in front. We were starving after
our three days ride. and Clissy had a
good supper, and then our life in the
West began.
Il would take q book to tell about tile
events OF that summer, so l must lust
r OK out two or three things, that led
directly to the grand finale:
she had things started pretty well
when we came. 1t was to be stock
farm, and she had bought sheep and
calves, and n COW, and chickens. and n
ferocious old mother pig with a lot OF
dottie dnmpling little piggies but the
old cannibal ate up four OF them-how
hated her for itand hoe. and big
shovel, and lots OF other things.
The first morning AL and though,
we'd take ramble and see how we liked
It. But she wanted to go down to the
stream and l wanted to go up to the
knob. as Clissv called it, and see the
landscape. ! hadn't got there when q
COW looked menacingly at me, and
+ ran as never dreamed could run.
+ Tho man was milking in the barnyard.
and he looked up with grunt when i
came. We had to call him ors,rod be.
cause he wouldn't answer to Conrad
Al ddn't appear to breakfast; but she
IS such an irresponsible creature any
way. that we supposed she was sketch
ing some stump, SO we kept her chops
4 warm, and washed the dishes so as to
churn before it became too hot.
About ten O. clock l went out to hunt
eggs. and was sure that heard nv
nnlne. IN accents wild called ellis
s,y! and .Cornrod!'' and we followed
the sound until we could see the poor
girl perched in a little, shaking thorn
tree. about four feet from the ground
while y murderous old ram stood guard
i below. She had been there three
blessed hours. Conrad threw piece
of earth at him. and he walked away,
and the poor child limped home with
Z Ms Her hands We're all blis.ered with
cling ing to the tree, and she had
screamed for us till her throat. was sore.
II have fine flock Of sheep there u
remarked the proud owner. as VIZ
climbed awkardly over the bars.
They are more profitable than cat.
tie. because they Increase so rapidly
nnd mature 10 quickly. Tho increase