The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-07-16
FOR LOVE.

I1ne mas inid ltS mana upon my heart
gently, not shifting it, but as harper lays
his open palm upon his harp to deaden it's
yibrations.-Go Golden Legend.
twas a bright, lovely morning in
January, just such a one as made the
huntsman's bugle.call sound like vel
come music. The air was crisp and
tnvigorating, the sky vast expanse
OF cloudless blue, and the snowy
branches OF the trees glistened with a
thousand dewy crystals.
Agoodly group OF rollicking sports-
men had come together for the "meet, 7"
and their scarlet coats formed a mark
ed contrast with the pure, untrodden
snow, which made meadows and roads
for miles around look like vast
plain OF fairyland.
Seen in the morning sunlightit was
picturesque sight, this gathering upon
the village green of huntsmen on their
paving, Impatient horses, with their
well-shaven fgrooms and baying dogs,
ANXIOUS for the days sport.
BY Joye, a pretty woman never
looks prettier than on horseback ex-
claimed one OF the party who had
been looking very expectantly toward
the road.
"And here comes Miss Lestrange to
exemplify my theory" he continued,
as q young girl escorted by an elderly
man cantered up to the party.
She wore dark green riding habit
which showed to advantage the per-
fectgrace OF her slight figure. A small
velvet hat OF the same color, with
long, floating plume, heightened the
charm Of her delicately chiseled feat
nres. She responded gracefully to the
greetings and compliments offered her,
but held out her small, gloved hand
only to the young man who had first
spoken of her.
That he and Evelyn Lestrange were
old friends soon became manifest, for
( he rode unlimited by her side as they
passed slowly through the village
Arrived at point still in the out
ekirts, Evelyn slackened her horses
speed and contrived to remain short
distance behind the party. Her eager
glance had fallen upon young man
who leaned over the gaze of the vicar
age garden, and who had evidently
awaited her approach.
The long, sorrowful glance in which
theis eyes met spoke volumes. And
was il by accident or design that the
white rose which Evelyn wore in her
belt fell atthe young mans feet?
Neither the stolen glance nor the
movement which followed escaped the
watchful eye of Sir Gilbert Hilbank,
Evelyn's companion
His face clouded visibly.
YOU look sad this mornieg Eve
lyn," he said. as he looked inauiringly
into the depths of her dark, expressive
eyes. "Do you fear lecture next
Sundayfrom Mr.. Selby, on thesin you
yonng ladies commit who waste the
day in the frivolous pastime Of fox
hunting, when their young minist ~
friends are debarred from such anu ,e.
ments?"
A flush arose on Evelyn's fair cheek
( as, with d spirit and dignity natural
TO her, she replied:
eMr. Selby never presumes to lect-
ure me. But any advice he might Of
Z fer, would, know, be wise and friend
~"
He is fortunate to have so earnest
q champion" remarked Sir Gilbert.
He was prevented from continuing, as
at these words Evelyn rode on hasti-
ly, and rejoined the party.
The fox was soon drawn from his
cover, and everything else seemed for
gotten in the excitement of the chase
Evelyn had entered into it with full
heart and soul, but just before the
master. OF the hounds had got "the
brush" her horse, after clearing n
hedge, slipped and threw her violently
to the ground.
Sir Gilbert was the only member Of
the party near Evelyn, and on seeing
the accident he reined in his horse at
once and came to her relief. The in.
juries che had sustained, though not
serious, still were grave enough to
render it advisable to send for q car.
riage SO that Evelyn might drive home,
Messengers were at once dispatched
to obtain one, but the shades of even
ing began to gather before any convey
ance appeared. So Sur Gilbert helped
Evelyn into her saddle, and they rode
slowly to Airmount-her home.
A strange friendshipexisted between
the rough. generous, ,kindheartcd baro-
net and the refined, graceful Evelyn.
That Sir Gilbert was devotedly at
tached to her was evident. for he lost
no opportunity in displaying his at-
fection.
On Evelyn's part there existed no
feeling more strong than childlike con.
fdence and warm friendship.
Yet there had never been q declara-
tion OF love on the part OF the baro.
net, for lie knew that Evelyn would
!. never be influenced by worldly consd.
erations, and had reason to fear that
her heart had been already given to
Norman Sclby, the young clergyman
OF the parish III which she lived, and
he had long determined to discover the
y truth from lips which still he felt had
only to speak to dash his hopes to the
ground.
a favorable opportunity now seem
ed to present itself, as he rode slowly
BY Evelyn's side through the silen,
q lanes.
4 want to exercise the privilege o
an old friend and ask youn question,
began Sir Gilbert, abruptly: 9Th,
truth, bitter as tits sure to be, cat
not be more unbearable than TIL,
wretched suspense l have been KEEP
in lately : he continued, with great
efiort, fixing his eyes searchingly OIL
By her blushing face.
. Are you engaged to Norman Sci