The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-07-26

Siio WAS worn out. Never can l. f0TEet
the night that followed. I could not
describe it. 10 me it had the horror of
have happened Il Martha had not con.
scented, at last, to give her some brandy.
The next night Martha was so worn
out that | persuaded her to go to bed.
Nothing else could restore her, and I
promised net to leave her unhappy mis-
tress for a moment.
You will have a terrible night, Miss
CHESTER said the grin woman.
II shall not mind that, Martha, if
You hive a good one,n l answered.
found Lady Seyerne inclined to be
quiet and To talk nationally. There
was something of snllef defiance about
her ut first, but II died away when l
had been some little time with her. i
tried TO interest her, and to make her
forget llie horrible craving for stiiil-
lants that WAS destroying her. She be-
came more like herself.
IL was about four in the morning "a
lovely June morning, bright with sun
shine and with dew, fragrant with the
odor of lily and rose. During her fits
Lady SeVerne went to rest like a
rational being. That made her SO diff
ficult to manage. She would sit up ali
night and sleep in the day. A sudden
CLEAN of gold shooting into the room
showed me that the sun was rising. /
drew aside the hangings and opened
the window, letting in the sweetness
and freshness of the morning air.
dear Lady Seyerne, do come here
for one minute" | said.
She came and stood in silence by my
side. | saw her look at the brilliant,
beautiful tints of the morning sky, at
the fresh, tender beauty of the green
trees; and then her eyes wandered
round the room. The glasses. the bot
ties. the garish light of the lamp, the
confusion and disorder, how they con
trasted with the bright pure heavens
and the clear light of day! l knew that
the contrast had touched her; / felt
that the peaceful influences of the
morning had reached her. The wind,
which was like the breath of roses,
seemed to change her face as it swept
over it. She put her arms round nc.
II am SC tired: she said,
took her i'll my arms and laid her
head upon my breast-a lost, unhappy
woman, l knew, but still Marks wife.
The warm tears were falling then from
her eyes.
"How kind you are to me-" she said.
II am so tired that 1 could sleep for
ever, l think. Tell me something. Say
to me some of the beautiful words you
sing."
There came into my mind one of
those poems my mother had loyed-CIe
she had often repeated 20 me-one
which, when she lay dying, she had
asksd me tc say once again for her. ]
shall never forget my surroundings as
Lady Severne preferred her request
the blue sky flushed with rosy light
the green earth waking up to summer
life, the dark background of the room
that had been like a prison, the beauti.
full, yet haggard face that lay upon my
breast, and the tears that fell like rain
L told her tnat what l was about to re.
peat was my mothers favorite. ant
that it was called An Angels Song
You have the face Of an angel She
said, looking up at me. with that gold
en- light upon it, aud she listened tt
every word.
VI know l have heard them sing, child,
And l know that they sncke to me,
With my mothers arms arotnd me,
While l sat on my mothers knee,
And she told me OF love that saved us,
And Il Father we had on high,
And the grave that we need not fear, child
And the soul that can never die.
"Agnin, when / walked with tho loved one
You remember this loved orc. dear,
Hht's IA III ttNa * E1aiC tPit tsItI uSe
And the voice we 30 longer hear
The voice was 20 tender and earnest,
That Joy was too deep for mirtr,
And the heart was too full for speech, child
And heaven came down on earth.
mot n drop in the cup seemed wanting
The thirst OF n life to ill,
And further and fainter the song died ont,
But | heard tire angels still.
Think it Will not be long, child:
They are bidding me home TT last,
To the place where The Joy of the future
shallbe linked on The love OF the past.
Where the houselcss siInli soak a Shelter,
The lonely sEnliilGa u friend
There The heart desire sl'ail he granted,
That hath trusted and loved 10 Tic e,,d.h
Tears are the dew OF heaven, tn
poets tell us. Tears fell from Lady Sc
verne's eyes upon my dress and hands
SHE was clinging to me, wildly cryin
ter woman that she loatiicl her sir
that she loatled herself. Would sho,
her the way to that heaven where til
atone to Mark2 What could she do. t
regain her lost youth and goodness
She clutched my am as she cried out-
"A demon holds me in his grasp
take me from him!''
Then, with tears of regret and repent
ance, utterly exhausted, she fell into
deep sleep with her head upon III
breast.
And /? Well, / knew so little of til
hold this terrible vice takes Of it's viz
tins that, as | held her closely claspe
III my arms in the light OF the mornin
sun, | thought she was saved, and teal
Of gratitude filled my eyes. I though
the sweet influences of the fair summe
morn had spoken to her heart, tina
grace from heaven had fallen like de-
upon her soul.
/ let her sleep as long as she coul,
and then Martha came back. We lai
her down, pale and exhausted, Oh lie
bed. whispered my hope to the oil
nurse. She said:
PLEASE Heavenl But Ihave seer he
} ladyship repent before now, and foun
!, her worse than eve a few hours aftel
wards.n
. Despite those words, I had a hope.
Farther and fainter the song died ont,
But heard IL = angels still"
CHAPTER V
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