The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-04-23
handsome, and let me congratulate

you.
At an earlier hour than usual Philip
called the following afternoon.
Mary" he said, i've rugged up
big sail in your fathers boat, and its
just the pleasantest day imaginable on
the water.
While addressing me, felt his words
were directly intended for my cousin,
who, the evening before incidentally
mentioned how delighted she would be
at boating excursion on the Hudson.
She clapped her hands with the pleas
ure of a child, and, our preparations be-
ing quickly made, we went down to the
river. AS we took our places in the
boat Philip said:
''The wind is blowing down stream,
Mary. Suppose we run as far as Spuy-
ten Duyvil."
''Oh! what funny name, Mr., Gil
| bert" exclaimed Gertrude.
but you would know the legend that
gives the creek its name, Miss Harland,
if you read Washington Irving. You
see once upon time Il Dutch trumpeter
wanted to cross the creek, and not being
able to find boat. swore he would swim
across zen spuyn den duyyil. But his
Satanic majesty, it is alleged, indignant
at the challenge, when he had him in
the middle, caught him by the legs and
pulled him to the bottom forever"
Almost every afternoon for many
days afterward found us on the river,
often lingering in the shadows of the
Palisades, when darkness had descend
on the bosom OF the waters And the
suspicion that Philips love was being
transferred to another, struggle as
might against it, daily grew into the
bitterness of settled conviction.
The day had been oppressively sultry
and portended an approaching thunder
storm To seek relief from an aching
head threw shawl around my shoul-
ders and left tho house. The very still
ness of the night was painful to me, and
not a breath Of air was stirring among
the foliage of the trees. The full moon
of the summer night threw the long
gaunt shadows of the sycamores along
the grass, and the shadow of n man
and woman, too. standing by the or
chard gate. My heart gave one sudden
bound and then it seems to have ceased
its beating. My recreant lover was
standing there, his arms enfolding the
1.-THE and graceful form of Gertrude
Harland. The simmer of the moon
light lit up the pale beauty of her face
as it rested on his breast, and her arm
coyly stole around his neck as he
stopped his head and pressed a kiss OF
such passionate intensity upon her lips
as mine had never known. l saw nc
more-1 remember no more until
found myself in my own room lying
prone upon the bed and fully consciou:
at last of how basely had been dupcd.
Presently l heard knock upon the
door and my cousins voice calling me
in accents which seemed to me then as
if modulated to a laughing mockery.
did not answer her, for | dared not
trust myself to meet her face to face
and listen to the flippant utterances o.
woman's insincerity from lips thai
his had pressed SO lately.
In the luli of the storm at times
heard the voices in the room below
and then as its violence increased, anc
, the ram dashed in fierce and titful gust.
against the window panes. sank into;
troubled sleep.
How long l slept l know not, but
, was awakened by a clamorous knocking
, at my door and the voice of our ole
gardener calling in terrified tones
, '.For heavens sake, Miss Maxwell, oper
, the door. The house is on fire, ant
; there amt q moment to lose, if you viii
escape
E "My father" gasped, as I reached
f the open air; where is my father?'
, '.He was summoned to the bedside O
: some poor fellow who was badly injured
Y by the storm, and he ain t got back yet
= but / must go now, Miss Maxwell, an,
! try and find some help to save the hous
f? IL 1oSSlblt.
: Zone word more. Are my cousil
4 and our servant safe?"
/. ''Poor young lady, she was almos
G scared to death. Yes, they are bot
$ safe; YOU will find them somewher
round"
o As the old man hurriedly left me
Il sheet of flame leaped from the uppe
window with an angry roar. and for
a moment lit the scene around with a
awful brilliancy, and in that moment
,. saw the figure of my cousin rushin
IS toward me. She clutched my dress i
, both her hands and, crouching at m
feet, cried out:
q '.Oh, Mary! Mary! for the love {
heaven. try and save him!"
- '.Sayc whom?" I asked, as l locke
down on the white, upturned face {
Is the girl who had wronged ne. g
N there any living soul within that burr
,r ing house?"
v. philip! The storm was so fearf'
i. your father insisted he should renal
,e over night. He is sleeping in the Wis
$ tors ROOM
- '.Philip-Philip Gilbert the man yol
a beauty lured away from me, sleeping
ar my house? Do you love him. Gertrue
IA Harland?n
t. '.As God will Judge me, yes. Ikno
ID we've wronged you, Mary; but on II
ct knees, though you never may forgi
he me, appeal to you to try and save hi
I, from this friphtful death y