The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1888-09-14

Ghey are in the next drawer below, en-
bellished with cold, naughty foreign
stamps), he replied promptly and at
great length-tondcr, loving messages.
., how true he VAST
The stamp smiled bitterly.
Bat he @ became n~eglcctful and
would toss Helen's notes into n corner
OF the desk and not even open them.
Oh course, under these circumstances,
Helen did not write so often, and | SCOT
began TO notice n change in Warrack's
TANNER He became cheerful and
planned some joyous pictures; ono OF
them, . spring landscape, is on his
ca5ol now, and he has ordered the can.
vas primed for n contemplated work to
be called The Lifting of the Clouds.
"And what is the cause OF his sudden
ehaNge?' / asked.
no is interested in another di-
roction," was the reply.
And what OF Hclen?n J inquired.
She is still true answered my friend
in n tone Of conviction.
This ended our conversation for the
time being. My f~eliow-lodger drew
back into dark corner and remained
silent for several days.
In the meantime Mr.. Warrack seemed
happy; he spent much time in singing
and 'histllng snatches of tunes, chiefly
from light operas. He painted q little
when in the right mood, and | observed
through the keyhole of the drawer that
the Lifting of tho Clouds was progress
ing finely. IL was with pain that |
fb.tt,,tt tlnrn ,,tnIt Ia n,1 ,,,,,,n..,,,
between the title Of the picture and
the growing GOODNESS in the manner OF
the young people towards II another,
Judging from the dwindling of their
correspondence.
A few days after my conversation
with the elderly stamp Mr.. Warrack
opened II drawer and threw in an I'M
opened letter which he had just re-
ceiycd. AS soon rs he went out my
friend snatcl,ed it and examined it Gag
crly. HE envelope bore the card of u
Venetian hotel and a Cancelled postage
stamp whose language we did not know.
From HelenPn said interrogatively.
Yes" was the mournful reply.
Time wore on. 1t is II fashion time
has, even III the life of lowly postage
stamps. Spring came gripping down
her bright, ilowcr-malled path, and in
the darkness of our habitation we felt
the stirring of rcawakened life. Mr..
Warrack did not enter his studio fol
days at q time. When l spoke of these
long absences 10 my chum he only an.
swered in the language of Tennyson:
In the spring Il liyelicr iris changes on the bur
niShPd dove;
In the SnIiDp Il yDUur mans fancy lightly
ttirns to thoughts of love.
Turns TO thoughts OF his new love
while he forgets the old l suggested.
Poor Itelen!.'nh he said. 30, woman,
you alone are long-sufering and true"
Spring, summer and fall.
One bright autumn day, as my friend
and were conversing in our quarters,
MIR. Warrack, who was sitting in the
alcoye reading Il newspaper. cut from
its society columns two items which
had, through the ins~trnmentality of
fate and typographical makeup"
been printed in this order:
Cards have been issued for the wedding
Of Mr.. Archibald Wafraek, the rising young
artist, aud Miss Florence Springer, daugli-
ter of Jay Winter, the poet.
80, the periidy of man." said my
poor stamp friend when | had finished
the reading.
The other item read:
\ cablegram from Venice announces the
marriage at that place of Miss Helen Rari-
den, who has been soj0urnins abroad for
some time past, to Sir Arthur Lombard, OF
Lon,lon.
The devil" gasped my friend
through the dust which covered him.
Not the devil, but the way OF the
world" said III. ~ NJ, IN Chicago
IaIbNRe.