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

:Eo-oay, however, Is hap
pier Sk. Two things alone make.
lie dear to hin-a wife, one of the
sweetest, dearest women that ever
drew breath; remunerative law Glen
tage, the result OF many years of hard
work. Although not verygrich man
IN the general acceptation oftheword,
still he enjoys the benefits of a good
yearly income, and everything that
tends to the happiness OF mankind is
realized and appreciated by him. No
citizen OF the city OF T-is held in
hlsher esteem. The three years in
his life ne would liketo efface are these:
In the year 1885, John Harlow
started for San Francisco, CAL, ona
tour OF recreation from a long course
OF legal study. Nothing OF special
note occurred to relieve the tedious
ness OF his journey; he arrived at his
destination much shattered and fa-
tigued. Immediate rest was needed.
SO he sought q clearinghouse in a
dull, quiet part of the city, and for
some days enjoyed the seclusion and
rest he stood SO much in need of. His
meals were brought to his room, and
therefore he had no opportunity to
make the acquaintance OF his fellow
boarders. The house was run by a
matronly.looking woman named
Wentworth, whose only weakness
seemed to be her voluble tongue.
However, she atoned somewhat for
this in the excellent quality of her
menu, and, as this is the paramount
object sought for in a boardlna-house,
whatever foibles she possessed in the
eyes OF her tenants were graciously
overlooked.
Her daughter, a comely young girl
OF seventeen years, assisted her III the
household duties, and at evening
usually entertained the house with
pleasing music on the piano. One
evening as Harlow was enjoying q
fragrant Havana in his room, and
musing retrospectively over old scenes
and faces, the soft, plaintive strains
OF delicate but musical voice seemed
to emanate from the parlor below.
There was something in the tone OF
the voice that told him he had never
heard it there before. The air spoke
volumes of sadness, and breathed
such pathos and distress that he
turned involuntarily in his chair, and
noticing in the mirror at the other
side OF his room what n change it had
wrought in his features he jumped up
suddenly and was about to shut out
the voice from his hearing, when it
suddenly stopped. The music had
piqued his curiosity. He would know
the owner of the pathetic voice.
The chatting OF two women below
told him that some lady friend Of
Bertha's-Miss Wentworths daugh-
ter-was probably paying her friend
ly visit. He dressed himself hastily
and repaired to the parlor, where, un-
der the pretext OF wishing to be called
early in the morning, he had an op-
portunity ofspeaking to Bertha. She
seemed pleased to be OF service to him
and invited him in. The rubicon pass
ed, he was soon engaged in delectable
conversation with Cora Lane, to whom
he had been introduced by Bertha.
Harlow had laughed at many tales
OF love at first sight. Alas, how soon
his conception was exploded, for
before him sat the woman whom he
felt fate had destined him to love.
OF all fair faces he had ever seen hers
was the fairest. There was an air
OF melancholy sutfusing the entire
features that seemed in keeping with
the sad blue eyes, the expression OF
which completely charmed him. Some
thing indefnable in her sweet, gentle
manner felt its way deeply into his
breast and caused it to beat with
rapture. He could havesat for hours
and contemplated her lovely face, so
great was his infatuaton.
That night as he lay ON his couch,
with the picture OF one fair face en-
crossing his every thought, he felt, he
knew, that Cora Lane was the only
woman he would ever love. 1t was
late next morning when he arose, de-
spite the fact that Bertha had done
his bidding.
His first impulse was to rush to her
and learn all she knew OF Cora, but
better judgment prevailed. He CON
cluded to ascertain through quiet in
quiries all he could about his new
found love. Bertha, however, antici-
pated him. She saw, with a womans s
quickness the profound look of admi-
ration on his visage as he sat gazing
at her friend the night previous, and
lntuitlvely surmislng that he
wished to know something of her
friend, told him of her own accord all
that she knew. Heiappeared to listen
indifferently, but well she knew that
every word uttered by her was indeli-
bly, written on his memory.
Cora was employed as saleslady
in milliner establishment. She was
twenty wears old, was supposed to be
an orphan, and came originally from
the East"
This was all Bertha knew OF her
although she dwelt eloquently on her
amiable manner and goodness of
heart
Every night for two weeks Harlow
saw his love safely home, but not as
an escort. He could not nerve him
self to meet those great, blue eyes, for
he felt that the venture would lead
him to passionate avowal OF the
latent love that was surging against
his heart like vast billow. No, he
must strive to beat down the vehe-
ment attachment that was almost
consuming him, and let time shape
his fortunes.
What if she could not Learn to love
him? Dreadful thought. 1t nearly
drove him mad Then he know how
easy it was for man to commit
crime for the woman he adored.
Time, however, was propitlous; it
soon drew the ties OF friendship closer
between the two.
Harlow had passed two evenings at