The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-01-08

By MRS. LOUISE CHANDLER MOULToN.
From the Youths Companion.
The incidents in tllestory | amgoing
to tell you took place more than thir-
ty years ago. Most Of the people
mentioned are dead, or will have for
gotten the events that Ishall narrate,
SO that | am not violating confidence
or friendship in giving them for the
benettof the young people OF another
generation. OF course | shall not / V
their real names.
Matte Read had always lived in Il
small village in Vermont. Ierfather,
when she VASE child kept"
store, but after a few years, not sue
ceedins in this, he sold out his bust
ness and withdrew, with his small capt.
tai, to his fathers old brown house
on the hillside, which was comfortable,
If not picturesque. ard became what
he had been in his younger days-a
farmer.
Matte vent first to the district
school, and afterwards, for a few
terms, to the academy i'll Millville.
She here took lessons" in music, and
her father bought her amelodeon, and
endeavored, in such measure as his
narrow income allowed, to makehome
attractive to her. Her garden was
gay with marigolds and baisams and
sweet peas and old-fashioned pinks,
and to one who was unambitious and
contented, it possessed q homely
charm and beauty that were very at
tractive.
But Matte did not see or feel this.
She thought her life was dull. and
longed to get beyond the green hills
about her. and to see "the world"
This meant to her nice dresses, the
admiration Of Others, and the devoted
attention of a mythical parsonage
whom VIC will call "the coming man.
On, if she could get away from all this
daily routine of ~housework, this con
slant helping mother, which had to be
done day after day! She hated to
sweep and dust, and feed chickens,
and make pies and fry doughnuts,
and help with the butter and cheese,
and put up lurchcons for them men who
worked on the farm. And all these
things, which might have been pleasant
occupations, became drudgery to her
unwilling spirit.
But at last Mnttie's restless andd
satisfied ~ycarnings had their opportu.
nifty for being gratitied. She received
a most welcome invitation from one
OF her school friends, whosefather had
removed to Massachusetts, to "make
her a good long visit" What a 10Y!
And Cambridge too, with hepossibili'
ty OF "going into Boston every day.
No wonder that she was greatly up.
lifted at the prospect.
Now came the dressmaking and all
the busy whirl OF preparation. Hel
Aunt Melissa came bravely to the
front, in spite of all her other engage
ments in that line, and thenew plaided
silk was bought and made, with all
the "shirrings" and founcingset forth
in the last number OF Godey's Lady's
Book. The bonnet must be right, fol
was it not Mrs. Hills ''pattern hat:
And the new black silk ''visite," with
its pinked ruffle, was it not splendid:
AS she started off, under the escort o.
heI fathers successor, who was going
to that mysterious region called by
country folks "down below" to buy
goods, she was q proud and happy
girl"
At Cambridge, her country HON.
became, for the first time in her life, q
valuable possession, for she coulG
talk about it. She was quick 10 catch
the exalted speech OF the heroines o
~herstories, and her imagination en-
veloped her home in new beauties.
"a nutshell was a glided barge,
A Smelling seemed q palace large"
and she drew such a picture OF hel
country residence" that she almost
believed in it herself.
Tom Sherwood WAS her hero OF the
nour. He had alwayslived in Boston
but thought he should delight in TIL
country, and she told him of her an
cestral home ard broad acres. and re
ally worked herself up to a little en-
thusiasm on the natural beauty o
her native place.
Every day brought new pleasures
with it. There were drives and pic