The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-10-01

his untiring search for her, but to no
avail. No one could be found to give
him one ray of hope as regards her
whereabouts. But he found her at
last-found her a new woman, even
love!ier than he had ever seen her.
What strange, impelling influence
led him to visit San Quentin he will
never know. Was it a mere whim or
fancy, or was it the hand of fate
striving to make amends tor past dis
courtesies?
Be this as it may, one bright Spring
morning, not knowing where to go or
what to do, he threw himself into a
railway coach, and soon lapsed into
a brown study. The first revolution
OF the wheels sent a thrill of delight
through his whole system, and seemed
to tighten the burden OF his distress.
He was aroused from his reverie by the
sharp shrek OF the whistle. San Quen-
tin was called out by the brakeman,
and, with the thought of no particu-
lar destination III his mind, he Jumped
from the train, little dreaming OF what
new sights were in store for him.
San Quentin is a small town, situat-
ed on the bay of San Francisco. 1t
took him but short time to ascertain
that there was nothing there to inter
est his attention. But stay-the State
Prison is located in this small village.
Another train did not arrive for two
hours; why not pass the time there?
1t was the extravagant desire of
morbid temperament. He had no idea
that the sights there would interest
him any more than the place
realities OF the village itself.
He repaired to the prison. The
warden was very kind and urbane-
he could go through the prison if he
so desired. An usher who escorted
him through the different departments
explained every point in the work
inss OF the place, but lie listened in
differently; he felt that not one OF the
hardened criminals he passed by
could be more chop-fallen than he.
In going out he had to pass by a
waiting-room. He casually looked
through hole in the panel of the
door that opened into that room. In
that room sight met his gaze, the
effect OF which almost froze his blood.
Was it Cora's face be saw, or was it
the phatom OF his love.
To assure himself he peered again;
the truth was very patent. Her arms
were entwined around a tall, manly
form, but he could not see the face, as
the back was turned toward him.
The usher, noticing his wild, fixed
gaze, drew him to one side, and asked
him if he was sick.
A glass OF wafer was all that he re.
quested, as he sat or rather fell into a
chair. He told the man that it was
an attack OF the vertigo; it would
soon be over. He felt as though his
reason was fast leaving him; strange
phantasies shot through his brain.
That Cora loved another, and that
person convicted felon, was his first
deduction. The horrible truth sank
into his soul like poisoned shaft. A
craving for revenge on theman he had
just seen all but controlled him. !,
That man should never live to en-
JOY the happiness that should be his.
The usher in his dismay was about
to shout for help, thinking he was
Gagged with a madman, when Harlow
suddenly sprang to his side and hoarse-
ly whispered:
"Who is that man in the other
room?'
The latter, seeing that his compan.
ion had subsidized somewhat in his
wlldness, deigned a reply.
1t was John Lane, who was about
to be discharged from prison. Hehad
been convicted OF forgery and had
served a ffteen-years' sentence. The
woman was his daughter. This was
all he knew.
The sudden revulsion in Harlow's
feelings stunned him; he reeed and
would have fallen had not the usher
caught him in time; then reason again
found its way to his brain. He flip
ped gold coin into the hand OF the
usher and left the prison in a rush.
He sought a tree near by, whose
large. dropping branches afforded q
good ensconccment, and, throwing
himself on the green grass, began to
ruminate over the exciting circum-
stances which had just taken place.
That indeed was one of the happiest
moments OF his life. His heart never
OC0o ~ iliSuIy DelOFe.
The words "noble, grand girl" es.
capped his lips in the delirium OF mis-
delight. All! now he knew the reason
OF her magnanimous sacrifice; OF her
refusal to accept the hand OF the man
she loved. The filial love was para
mount to all other affections.
Why had she not told him all? So
great was his love he could have for.
given everything.
He lay on the cool grass for some
time, turning over future plans, but
was at last aroused from his blissful
thoughts by the noise OF the approach
ing train, which was to bear him and
his love back to San Francisco.
He watched the devoted courle until
they boarded the train, and then took
a seat himself in the rear coach. How
different was the Journey back. Every
object along the road sparkled like q
dazzling gem; every plot OF grass dis
solved some newborn charm; the very
air seemed to breathe happiness.
John Harlow's new life began when he
boarded the train that afternoon.
For reasons better known to himself
he did not see Cora Lane for two weeks
after the prison episode
He allowed the excitement OF the
past few weeks to completely die out
before he ventured to see her. Then
he found her and reiterated his undy-
ing affection. They were soon married
and returned to the east, but the
father renamed in San Francisco,
where for many years he led good,
useful life, and fully expiated his past
misdeeds. John buried the secret OF
his wife deep in his noble heart; as re-
CARDS that his lips were forever silent.
Often as he sits and gazes into her
large, liquid eyes he wonders if she
reads his thoughts; but as she never
speaks of the reason. why for three
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