The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-06-21
Love FOR A DAY.
ny THE AUTHOR OF "DoRA THoRNE" :.
DEAD EEART,," Two KIssEs,"
THE Fatal. LILIES" ETC.

Watching her for a whole day. seeing
her study nothing but herself. her
wants, her wishes. her whims and ca
prices, ordering things because she fam
cied and not because she wanted them,
spending money profusely without even
looking at what vas Notwithstanding
her send away the most delicate of
fruits, the most recherche of dishes, the
most costly of wines, under some pre-
text or other too absurd to mention-I
thought of the many poor women dying
from want of food, of the many children
perishing from hunger, and have
dcred. She did not seem to know any
thing Of the hard side of life. She ate
from silver plate; she drank from the
larest of Bohemian glass; tea was
served to her in the finest of Dresden
china. She Wore the finest of linen. of
lace, silk, velvet, aud satin; she had
jewels of priceless value; in all her life
she had neYer wished for one thing that
had not been granted to her. She per-
laps had read the words 'Shunger,"
hcold,"~ 'priyation." ''%starvation," but
she did not understand their meaning.
How could she when she had never felt
either cold nor hunger in her life? Her
life had been a sybarite life of
pleasure. and the result was that be-
yend herself she had not a care or
thought in the world. 1t seemed to me
that il | could awaken this sleeping
soul, | should not have lived in vain.
| remember the first time that she
seemed to wake to n consciousness of
suffering. She had never been ill her.
self. and she had never seen any one in
pain. We were crossing the park,
when suddenly above our heads we
heard The discorGant cry of birds. Sud
denly alittle bird fell iluttering and dy-
ing at cur feet. 1t had been attacked
and wounded by some bird larger than
itself. | shall never forget the look in
The dark eyes, the faint %futtering of the
little wings ere it died. l had raised it
in my hand, and ii had died there.
Poor little thing,"I said. at has
had a short life but a merry one, Ihope,
in those great green boughs."
us it really dead?" Lady Yorke ask
ed, drawing near with a pale face. II
do not think | have even seen ANYTHING
dead.'
us that true, Lady Yorker" I asked,
looking at her in wonder.
Yes, quite true"
"IIave you V c wondered what death
is like?" l inquired.
II do not think so. | have never
thought of death at all"
Have you never lost any frierds?" /
asked again. HAS no one whom YOU
loved died?:"
"So7-no IL whom / loved. People
Ihaye known have died; but then they
always seemed to me quite apart from
the rest of u.s."
| looked in wonder at the beautiful
face.
Have you ever thought that you
yourself must die?"
Il suppose | shall die sometime" she
replied; but / am young noW-I need
not begin to think about it YETI
Have you ever heard of young PEG.
pie dying, Lady Yorke?" l asked.
Yes; but That does not often hap.
pen, | should think, Age and death
naturally go together.
My Mark vas %young,nI said, ''and
strong; he never had a days illness
and he died"
"Where did he dep asked Lady
Yorke: and Suddenly I remembered
that | did not know. That which seem
ed so certain TO me might be very I'M
certain to others. II try never to think
of such dlsagreeable things" continued
Lady 1orke; ut does no good, and
makes ones life miserable"
No life can be really happy that is
not ruled by such thoughts" replied.
I'VE ought TO live for the next world.
and not for this"
MADAME de Deffand said you were
very serious, For my part l could not
give my mind to such ideas. The very
sight OF that dead bird has made me
feel i'll and miserable"
Yet everything living in this world
has to die seoner or later" l said.
She made no remark, but / saw that
the indolent, selfish soul was reused
from its long sleep. The first thought
of death and pain had come to her, new
CT to be forgotten.