The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-11-05
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Al. Paul, that was all you knew
about 4! Curtis Howard was pressing
lit to his lips, like lover in an old
romance. murmuring, s.She took the
! thorn from it before she gave it to me,
angel that she was! Dear little Mary
Mary Morrison's tasks for the day
were over; the cows had been stallca
for the night the milk was put away,
and her father had gone to the next
house to smoke his pipe with q brother.
farmer. and exchange opinions about
/ plowing. The girl was alone and lit
tie lonely. So, calling Trip, she put
on her hat, and went slowly down the
hill. Beside the gate she halted.
Here we first met" she said softly,
to herself; and leaning against the rail
something dimmed her eyes. She
dashed it away Indignantly Had she
not promised herself that she would
grieve no more for what could not be
helped
Crying for the moon, like great
baby, as amt she said, stamping her
little foot indignantly. 81 wonder
Trip you do not laugh at me!''
Trip had something better to do. An
enemy was in sight-a great black dog
was marching graveIy up the hill,
waving his feathery tail as if he were
q monarch Of all he surveyed. Trip,
small as he was, would convince him to
the contrary, and, showing all his teeth
and growing as if he had swallowed
an earthquake, he made sudden dash
into the road, with a bark like twelve
penny trumpets blown by one breath.
Trip. Trip!' cried the girl, with
out looking round.
Paul, be quiet!'' said voice that
made her heart stand still. "Trip.
why, Trip, my fine fellow, have you
forgotten mep''
The sharp bark changed into de-
lighted whine, the two dogs suspended
hostilities and came together to her
feet then someone followed, and her
hand was taken in a warm one.
''It is you. then!'' she said, turning
round and looking into the bright, gay
face She never expected to see again.
"It is IT, and he gazed as earnestly
as she had done.
She was not thin or pale; she evil
dently had not pined for him; and yet
there was something-an added look
of gravity and seriousness that only
love can bring.
"Are you glad to see meP''
VERY, very glad, she said, bending
down to caress Paul, who had thrust
his cold nose into her hand, and to
speak kind word to Trip. lest he
should get jealous of the sable stranger
The artist leaned upon the gate, and
waited patiently. When she looked
up again, he said quietly, II have often
thought of you all these long months
painted your picture for the exhibition
this year, and it has made my fortune.
So ! came to thank you for having put
SO much happiness within my reach. L
am going to be married; / came to say
good-by to Mary Morrison first.''
There was no answer. She turned
white to the lips butkept her eyes fixed
steadily upon the western sky.
ITO say good-by TO Mary Morri-
son. the artist continued, "and to sa-
lutte, I hope. Mary Howard, before
return. What say you, darlingp"
She yielded to the encircling arm
that drew her nearer, and looked up
at him.
fare you in earnestp''
II wish you would be half as much
So"
..Then how could you frighten me
sop''
'Did frighten you, MaryP Then
you love me; you can not deny it after
that Listen: l hayo been hard at
work this year making home for you.
Your picture gave me the means to do
it, and will give me through other orders
the means of doing much more. 1t is
not q palace, but it is pretty place
enough. and it has rose garden, Mary.
You took the thorn from out the rose
for me long ago; come with me and take
them from all the roses through my
life. Can youP Will you?"
There were tears in her eyes now
which she did not try to dash away, and
Trip and Paul were the witnesses of a
second meeting of those lips, which
seemed to imply that the rose garden
would not have to wait very long for its
pretty mistress. Then the four went up
to the farm house, in the moonlight to.
gether. - Philadelphia Call.