The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-07-05

MoiuS OIL welcome, CIV me TACK my
kisses. They were for a true lover, not
for you. GIVE me back my love. Be-
lieye me, before Heaven, had l known,
had l guessed or thought that you were
married, not n such word should have
crossed my lips!n
II know" no said, humbly.
You are married. Oh, | cannot be-
lieve It'll You are trying me. You
want to see if my love be true; you are
testing my faith. You cannot be mar
ried: you could not marry any n but
| met
Alas. Nellie, it is true!" he cried.
"Iruc.p | flung up my arms in de-
spair. Mark had deceived me; Mark
was untrue to me; Mark, my lover, my
hero, was false.
eqAal mine? l had flung my arms round
his neck, l had kissed him, | had called
him by every loving name that one
could give to another, and he was mar
riedl His love, his caresses, belonged
to some other woman, not to me. The
beauty of his dark face, the memory of
his love, seemed to creep into my heart
again and set it on fire. Mad, passion
ate jealousy seized me.
"Whom have you married?"I cried.
II shall kill her if l see herl She
shall not live who has stolen my love
from me!m
She did not know, Nellie,nh he said,
speaking always in the same low tone.
my fault, dear"
Quickly as it had come, the flame of
Jealousy died away. The light had
gone from the skies, the beauty from
the glad green earth; l was alone with
my desolation and my sorrow. The
greatness of my loss came home to me.
Mark was living and well; he was here
in my sight; but we were parted for
ever. No grave dug by human hands
could be so deep as the II that lay be-
tween us. He vas there, but no longer
mine. must love him and caress him
no more. | had mourned for him as alb
| had never thought of him as caring
for any II else in the wide world-he
had been so entirely my own.
Nellie" he said, in q low voice, "do
You know that l feel like a murderer?
| have blighted the sweetest life; l
have killed the truest love; l have be-
trayed the most loyal faith ever placed
IN man.. Oh, love, your eyes look like
those OF a wounded dove; and / may
not comfort you any more!'
No, never again in this world, Mark.
No comfort, no consolation, can come
from you to me; and Lob, 1 loved you
so dearly! Since that May morning
when we met beside the lilac-trees. my
nothing else. When l thought you dead,
l consecrated my life in loving memory
of you. could have taken my love in
to the spirit-world pure, unchanged and
untouched: while you-you are married.
1t is enough to make the angels weep!
And now | have kissed you and poured
out my love to you who are no longer
free!"
The next thing l heard was the terri
BILE sound of my own hysterical laugh
ter breaking amid the trees. Such wild
horrible laughter it was. / could not
help it; | tried i'll vain to stop it.
over again. "a married man!' AndI
believed him to be my true lover Mark.
lie came to me. He would not heed
my passionate cries that he should
not touch me. lie raised me from the
ground; he removed the leaves and
grass from my hair; he took my hands
and held them in his.
Nellie" he said, TRY to listen to
me, dear. You will kill yourself if you
give way like this"
Was it of any use to say that l hoped
| should, of any use to struggle to free
my hands from his clasp? Oh, my
bruised, beating, wounded heart, it was
mott
Try, my darling, try, Nellie, for the
a of old times, to listen to me-" he
pleaded.
You must not call me 'darling,'" I
cried, bitter Jealousy flaming in my
heart again; you have another darling
now. You have some one else to love
and caress and call your own"
And in some vague way l knew by
the groan that came from his lips that
l was still his darling, and that he did
not love this other, let her be who she
might. The knowledge seemed to af-
ford me some little consolation. But it
was only for one minute. Then COM
nonsense said, "What was the love of
a married man to me?
"Nellie-I will not call you darling
again, since it grieves you-will you try
to listen to me? For the sake of old
times and the old dear love. let me tell
you all that has happened. You will
Judge me mercifully; you were always