The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-08-20
40UT OF THE DEPTHS
Kate Woodbridge Michaelis in Philadelphia
Press,


Press.
No, Sir, | amt religious man. l
was brought up in the old. way, to
think we were all poor sinners and TIE
maker q revengeful sort OF being, who
had made US just for the pleasure of
furnishing us. I've grown out OF that
most Of us do-and now I just try
to- live a straight sort Of life, do the
best I can for the world and myself
too. I'm willing to stand on that.
But, as I said before, that lido be-
lieve insthe resurrection OF the dead
and the gloriied body that can be
given to us then, because we seen them
both.
You see it was concerning my wife's
mother. Maybe you saw her as you
came across the garden to the fields,
sitting on the porch OF that little cot
tage you passed. Well, yes, it is a tidy
sort OF a place. About 40? Whyl
bless you, sir, she'll be go in the fall.
Why, yes; if you care to hear, I'll tell
you about it, but, I'll have to begin a
good way back. Well, nigh upon for
ty years ago, they say that Nanny
Jones was by all odds. the prettiest
girl anywhere around Salem. She was
\ old .Squires Jones' only child, and she
had less work and better teaching than
most OF the girls then.
OF course, she was a good deal
sought after by the young men, but
beyond a gay word and a merry
laugh She d little forsany Of them un-
til Edward came. Edward Dawson
was as fine q young fellow as ever you
saw, from Chelsea, and Of good stock,
too; he had come to visit his uncle in
Sflem, a great friend of the old squire.
he was a sailor lad, but not OF the
rough sort, and soon all the girls were
thinking and talking OF him-but from
the first he d no thought save for Nan
ny-and she began to speak and smile
in a shy, soft sort OF way she'd never
had before. Well, it wasn't very lons
before Dawson thought he'd like to
try farming q bit, with some one to
help him so he and Nanny were mar
ried and went to live in little fancy
kind OF cottage that Ned built, mostly
by himself.
For two or three months they lived
IN q sort OF heaven, then letter came
to Dawson from some shipowner in
Boston, saying that he had a brig out
in Bombay. that his captain was
dead and his first mate in hospital,
the second mate didn't amount to
shucks, and the owner wanted Ned to
go out, take command of her, and
bring her home. Now, you see, this
was q big promotion for Dawson.
He'd only had one voyage as mate,
and it seemed something like being
made president OF the United States.
He'd never promised Nanny to give
up the sea, only that he would try
land life bit.
She didn't make any talk about it
saw how he felt, suppose-and in
less than week after that letter came
she was alone in the little house with
its fancy trimmings. Folks often won
dered how she put in her time after
her bit OF housework was done up, for
she never went visiting, she wasn't
much OF hand to run about-my
wife isn't either.
After two or three months they saw
her more often-for hours she'd stand
tho gate with book iii her hand she
never looked at-starring over at the
s sea. It was just about the time that
they began to feel little bit worried
about the ship that Mrs. Jones died.
and the old man wanted Nanny the
worst way to come and live to home.
cut she wouldn 't-Ned'd be so wor-
ried, she said, If he came home unex-
pected TO lind the little cottage empty.
After q bit they began to talk a
great deal about the ship, and old
Squire Jones would go down to the
posto office every day and then over to
the tavern to see if there was any
news. He told folks that asked that
Nanny Dawson never said one word
with her lips when he stopped at her
door, but her eyes, looking out OF the
lace that had lost all its pretty color,
would ask him the same question day
after day with an awful hungriness
that made him sick.
u Was two years after she had hung
aronnd Ned's neck and bade him good
~, that Nanny shut up the little house
and went back to her fathers house,
4 g grave. almost hard looking woman.
"a. She wasn' = much over 20 then. and
sS you would have said she was 35.
Not the boldest man orwoman ever
dared to speak to her OF her husband,
AZ md in some way the few folks who
called her BY her first name gotto say
d ing Hannah, perhaps, because it
suited the silent mistress OF the iarrn,
in her black dress, better than the
pit name did, that had sounded