Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-02-03


when life's tumult is raging around you,
II you grid up your luins for the Aght
Battle on until conquest has crowned you,
And battle with all your might
JUST LIKE a STORY.
BETH DAY.
~Ohl DEAR" and Bertha Manning
threw down the paper she had been
reading. @Why cannot people write
things as they are, not
as they ought to be, or as they
would like to have them. Nothing
ever happens in tho read world as it is
pictured out in the paper-and-ink
world. In that there ara no lasting
lisappointments and no failures. The
hard-hearted parents relent. the rich
UNCLE dies, the lost lotter, orring, or
bracelet, is always found; the needy
hero begins life q poor clerk, without
experience, and in less than q year is
rich and independent, with an offer Of
. junior partnership and che hand OF
the daughter of the house in the near
fnture. The raw country heroine,
either makes her appearance in the so
ciety of the city's elite. which she takes
by storm, or she becomes literary, writes
some poem, or song. or story, without
preparation, education. or training.
mind you, and becomes famous in q
night If heroines lines are cast in
unpleasant places. there is always a
recompense, sure. swift. curtain. We
have not found it SO in the real world,
Mabel"
Perhaps because We were not hero
ines, BERTHE, replied her sister.
Then let us become heroines as
soon as possible exclaimed BERTHE.
II do wish that once. just once. some
thing could happen TO US just like 9
story. All I want is Justice, q little of
che poetic Justice that is pictured out
in the literature Of the day. But there
isn't any Of it in the real world about
US Take your own case" she added,
glancing over at her sister: "see how
you have worked and struggled to keep
rthe home for us both-that noisy,
<atuffy school by day and your writing
sby night. Do I not know why your
light burns so late? but poems are a
drug in the market Five years
=since we were left orphans; you have
done this, and to what end? You have
supported us both, but your health and
strength are broken; The mortgage
which we have no means Of paying falls
due next week, and the fossilized old
humbug who holds il thinks to force
youint marriage with his very I'M.
desirable self BY taking away our
home"
IT have done some good work in
Chose i've years, Berthe"
aIt would have been just Is good,
Queen Nab. if you had received
better pay for il. No. Nah, there
gis little Of the recompense we
read of comes into real life. The real
stories are the ones chat do not end
well. and editors will NOT take them.
AThink Of Aunt Max now. Was there
ever sweeter, purer. better, or more
s:1ovable woman in the world than Aunt
Max? And just zee what her
Aife has been. She loved Gerald
Harding, but because Of lost
letter, or some such triae, they
psrted, and he out Of revenge, I sup.
,pose, married that brainless fyaway,
sBess Halton, and q sweet time he had
sof il, too. What q life she led him,
through her jealousy on account Of his
former attachment, until she took his
two children and ran away, for nc
other reason that I oould ever see but
that she might follow us out West and
annoy Aunt Max by her presence"
Hush, Berthe. she is dead!"
And small loss, too. Nab. There,
sdon't look SO Mortified, Mabel. never
could see why, Just because a person
n
I hasgone cover beyond" they must be
I eulogized and praised. and counted
faultless, when all their lives they had
made people as miserable and unhappy
as they could. and when, too, the best
! thing, they ever did was to die, and
! they wouldn't have done that if they
= could have avoided It.
Then Gerald's death with that
party Of excursionists almost the
esame day that she was killed in
the railway collision. leaving three
children penniless orphans in the place
whereeno one knew even the names Of
.fhe little waits.