The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-04-16

~ heard Il voice once long ago,
"a Voice so wondcrous sweet and low
THAT trembling tears unbidden rose
From the depths of loves repose.-n
There was 6 deep silence throughout
and after he had finished, until Elwood,
a jovial old gentleman, said raptur-
ously:
Beautiful, beautiful. You haven't
forgotten how to sing that, have you,
Fred?"
81 never forget-anything,"
bat, isn't it unpleasant to remember
something's" asked Mrs. Elwood, set
Ting herself for a lengthy debate.
1--WE all have bitter memories, but we
can kill their sting and still not forget.
Why repine? Life is short and the
world is bright-and wide. If our
friends are untrue, we can select again
with more care. If our idols break we
can fashion new mes less defective, or
forswear %ido,atrv.,' He looked straight
into Fannie Elwood's eyes for q mo-
ment, as if he would read her soul;
then, Struggling his shoulders, he turn
ed Oh his heel and left the room.
As he stepped out on the veranda, a
waiter handed him q message.
can answcr from Ligget,' he muir
INJURED, %lightinga cigar and leaning
against the window casing. He was
about opening the envelope, when the
rustic of a dress caught his ear, and
looking up he behcld Fannie Elwood,
standing silently before him her face as
pale as death, and her fingers locking
and unlocking themselves nervously.
Good evening" he said, bowling
politely, will you permit mc?"
She inclined her head mechanically,
and he tore open the envelope. The
message said:
Sorry for you. Don't hurry. Stay
until arm is well.
EDWARD L%IGGETr."
'Liggett's a brick" he thought.
'But rwont stay here. I'll 90 to Min
n~csota-n
Hello, Castle, how is your arm?"
and Everton. glazing savagely at Fam
ME. and then greeting Fred with a
bland smile approached them. Castle
had Away hated him. before and after
their paths met at the one shrine of his
life. He had never concealed his dis
like, and was now certain that he was
to blame for the Shot in his arm.
MY dear sir, if you persist in adj
dressing me l will knock you down; and
if you annoy me with your presence
two minutes longer | will call my dog
and hand you over to his tender mer-
cics."
And showing the telegram into his
pocket, he moved leisurely away, plac-
idly smoking and admiring the beauti-
full night; while Everton, trembling
with anger glared at him in silence for
a moment, and then with a muttered
curse re-entered the parlor.
How intensely YOU hate your ene-
mics and the object of your deep dis
like said Fannie, coming up behind
him. He turned and facing her, said
with a shade of sarcasm:
Indeed! You have grown observ-
ant. Now you should cultivate your
workmanship"
Why" she asked abstractedly, gaz-
ing down upon the silver sheetcd lake.
You wing your game-and leave it in
misery-a good marksman kills"
Surely you do not-you cannot be-
lievc that shot you purposely! 1t vas
an accident. Everton called my atten-
ton to q squirrel on a low branch, and
drawing a revolver. dared me to shoot,
but saw you just IS l pulled the trig-
ger, and"
Gave me a wound that places me
on the retired list for a month to come"
He finished the sentence for her, with a
smile. and blew u cloud of smoke through
the trailing ~honeysuckle that formed Il
screen for that portion of the veranda.
Great heavens, do l not realize it!
The enormity of my crime--how mar
\ rowly l escaped killing you--that per-
haps l MANNED you for life! You
whom
There, there, don't make n scene.
| hate them, especially scenes of this
character. Take the matter quietly
am not complaining. ! accept the sho.
as an accident on your part, as some
thing deliberate on Everton's. Shall
escort you to your ~parents?"
you are so changed she muir.
INJURED, net Offering to stir.
you compliment me-" he said, with
a s~atiracle smile.
you are so cool. so careless, so in.
different to everything. And yet you
are not wholly Indifferent it is a mask
you assume l heard you sing tonight
and you laid bare your soul in the
melody"
Thanks, You would picture me as
a wounded lark, instead Of a mutilated
j%ackdaw.' he replied, bowling low. ~
heard someone singing. or rather mur,
dering the song just before you winged
me, and merely showed them how il
should be sung. If there was any soul.
~fulness, it was Affected"
Impossible! You cannot mean it,
you cannot be so shallow and indiffcr.
ent. You of all others"
"And why not9" he said sharply, hi:
eyes losing their habitual severity of ex.
preston in an angry light. Was it no,
your wish and the wish of your mother
whose existence Dickens must have for
seen when he drew his pen portraits o