The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-01-25
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the arduras labor that had once been the
keenest delight of his life. He had never
sparei himself; he lad labored with hand /
and with brain from early morning until
lale ut night, and had never remembered
That the time must come when brain and
hand would both tire, He worked entire
ly for love of his work. He had no wife
to share his homors and riches, ITO children
to inherit them, and lac was quite alone in
the world. When friends asked him why |
lie worked SO hard, having neither wife |
nor child, kith nor kin, his answer was al.
ways
stFor the love Of it"
He had amassed a iarge fortune, and had
purchased a magnificent estate called Lul-
worth, near the pretty town of Tor Bca-
coll, in Surrey. lie had successfully con-
Quoted a great engineering feat, having
built a bridge over one Of the swittest riv-
ers AID broadest streams in England. 1t
hau been a gigantic undertaking, on
which the eyes of scientific men had been
fixed with eager attention, for the river
dcepened and broadcned until it was
neither more nor less than the arm Of the
sea, with a strong tide ebbing and flowing;
and the bridge had to be built where the
stream was widest. Sceptics had refused
to believe 1t was possible; but Sir Rayc
smiled and said there was no feat SO diff
cult hut that time and patience could &C.
cemplish it.
What obstacles he metwith, what diff
culties he overcamc, what remarkable tai
cut 10 displayed, what energy and re-
source, were topics, that were discussed
almost daily.
A royal parsonage went to open the
bridge, and commended it as one of the
greatest works Of the age. The Queen
&nfghted the engineer and spoke words of
praise that almost brought tears to his
eyes; and the world of science and art
and fashion did homage to him..
And now life seemed suddenly to col
lapse; his brain was tired, and he could
not work. The world seemed all at once
to have grown empty; and he sat with
aching head and with slowly-beating heart,
wondering what had come over him, what
was the matter, and why life had changed
and gone wrong. Grave-faced doctors
came to him and told him that he must
rest. lie smiled as he heard the word
1.-The went to Lulworth Hall, the princely
residence which he had purchased, there
would be no rest. People would come to
see him; lie would be compelled to enter
tain aud visit; and he did not feel equal
to either.
'lf l were in your place, Sir Raye,"
said the first doctor-onc of the most skill.
full professional men in London-ssI should
leave all care behind me, and 60 to some
quiet farmhouse, far in the heart of the
country, and really rest from everything.
Spend your time in the fields, and listen
to nothing save the songs of birds"
Sir kaye saw reason in the advice, and
complied with it. Fate led him to the
pretty country town of HOLLYWOOD, in Kent,
and he found lodgings in a small neat
farmhouse near there. Every care was
left behind, and he gave himself up to the
full enjoyment Of Il sleepy country life,
which was SO unlike the other life he had
led.
Meadow Farm was an old.fashioned
house, built of gray stone, and covered
with trailing roses, a large white jessa-
mine almost hiding the porch from view.
The farm looked most picturesque, with
its rich meadow-land, its green foliage, its
clear pools where the cattle drank, its corn
fields and stacks of hay.
On a lovely JUNE day Sir Rave Wharf
stood Mt the white gate that gave access to
the meadows, lost in admiration, his heart
warmer than it had been since he knelt at
his mothers knee; for there was come
thing i'll the blue SKY, in the sweet fresh
plSatlI Vi tnC W tuus III tUc JDNpuS SOllr VI
the birds, in the odors that arose from the
leaves and flowers, that sent his thoughts
to Heaven, ant left him like 4 simple child
before the great open heart of Na.nre.
Behind him was the pretty farm, and
before him WAS field after field, until the
green grass resembled y great green sea.
In the midst of the verdant eXpanse golden
buttercups ard white daisies cleaned
He had forgotten his busy lite, with its
cares and troubles, and his heart was at
peace under the smile Of the summer
heavens. A lark rose suddenly and scared
higher and higher in the air until lost to
sight, leaving an echo of song behind it;
on the blackthorn near him the thrush be-
gan its sweet music; rabbits peeped from
the green banks, and a group of rosy-faced
children crossed the meadow, laden with
flowers. He watched them all with the
eye of an artist. Then he saw a herd of
cattle going to one of the clear bright pools
TO drink, and he slowly followed them
The pool at the end of the meadow was
called the Meadow Pond; and there he
saw something that interested him far
more than the cows.
A fair-haired boy, with a sweet thought
ful face, was trying to launch u little toy
steamer, and make it keep steady in the
NaStis "a SIIo VI ~ uCCp iuSuIuS
river, the strong tides, and the fierce
winds that did their best to destroy his
bridge came over him as he watched the
boy. The steamer would not keep steady.
1t leaned first on one side, then OIL the
other; and the boy with infinite patience,
took 1T from the water, time after time,
but could not remedy the defect.
The MAJ understood the patient strug.
gle with difficulties, and he went to
where the boy knclt among the long lush
grass.
Ibid youmake the little boat yoursclf?'
lie asked.
Tho boys face colorcd us he answered.
..Ies.o
..Let me look at it, said Sir Itaye.
Tho wet boat was placed in his hand.
%..Supposc we see where the defect lies.
What is your nance"
s.Vauc Eraser" answered the boy, start
ing as though, in lis interest concerning
the boat, lie hud forgotten his own iden.
,ity.
..Yanc Fraser. Then you live at the
farm where ! lodge:"
"lcs," was the brief answer.
81 will show YOU, Vane Fraser, where
you have erred in making your boat"
SIR Kaye knelt in the grass by the boys
side and explained clearly and briefly the
cause OF the defect.
"Do you understand" he asked after a
time, and the boys face frightened as he
replied
eyes. I have made dozens of boats,"
lie added, "and none of them were right.
Now L shall never have another failure"
"You seem sure of SUGGEST" laughed
Sir Kaye.
"Yes-becauseI know now how to make
them,' answered Vane Fraser; ssand,
when / know how to make anything sue
coed, l could not let it fail.o
This spirited answer delighted Sir Raye.
He looked more ~intently at the eager hand
some face.
$50 you live at the FARM" lie said. ado
you like farming:"
Mo- detest it, answered Vane.-
"Notiiing could ever make me a farmer"
''Why?" asked Sir Kaye.
The boy looked thoughtful.
81 am not quite sure whether l UNDER
stand myself why l dislike it, lie answer.
cd. 81 do not care for the lite; and an.
other thing is, l am not quite sure if l
Should care TO wait So long for tl,r roSt,lt