The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-02-22

-.Sorry for your pain"
"My paint All, Heaven, how can you
know What that pain is! How can you
understands II 1 had to choose. l would
rather undergo the torture OF the wheel,
or OF the stake, than that of u hopeless
love. Those pains kill quickly--tiese live
on. How should you know or understand
the anguish of ~ lacerated heart, the Bit
| ter pain Of longing, the chill OF despair,
the terrible i,ppeiessness,th the weary stretch
OF !tte, into which no joy can Creep Al,
Heaven grant that hone ot iris pain laay
ever be yonfs."
"Nome Ct Us know what life holds for
U.S. she answered in - low voice, us she
destroyed the ineadow-swect with her
| white fingers.
sit will never held hopeless love for
YOU he said, how can 1t, waen enc look
from Your sweet eyes must Win what Won
desire! i sha!i read some day Iow some
great man has Wooed aud Won YOU | shall
read OF your wealth asG grandeur, of
your high estate, and then -ah, then l
sliait lie with my lace upon the eartt: and
weep rs no man has ever Wept! yl,en |
shall lind no peace on earth cut will YOU
Il ask you this ty tiy great love and my
great tnia-rencmber me kindly. Win
you forget my presumption aud think oniy
OF my great love? Wiz YOU remember
that | live with Il Wound i'll my heart, and
that all MY lie the wound win bleedy-
VIII You think kindly of me Tor the sake of
my pain-will YOU! All, Heaven, L leave
my life here!w
She saw him in the utter abandonment
of despair, with his face bent and deer
sobs shaking his frame. She laid her hand
upon his head.
D you know she said in n low voice,
"that 1 wish my beauty, as you call it,
had been blightca before it had lone this
to you! There is no fear that l shall ever
forget it. No man has declared his love to
me like this before; l shall think of YOU
and think Of you kindly-as long as l
| live"
The gentle touch of her hand seemed to
give him fresh life and courage. The next
momcnt he was knceling at her feet.
"iou are IN angel of goodness!' he
cried. "Will you think of me kindly
Will you let me worship you from n dis.
tanceS VIII you let me ill all my life
with work for you-oh, my hearts love,
| fer your"
There was n strange tenderness in her
face, and a softcned light i'll her eyes as
She replied
81 wiil--if you wish it-bc a friend to
you always; but, as TO the other, it could
never be, could it? Even if I-ir / loved
you, it could never be-"
"Nc,' he replied; 81 know it. / have
not dared TO ask. / understand. 1t could
not be. But you are not angry with ne
Lady Lilias:"
Ono, l am not angry" she answered.
"1ou forgive ME for having told you of
my love2"
81 have nothing to forgire,n she replied.
Glove from YOU must always honor tile one
you love-"
"loh care for me then a very ~little?"
81 will tell you the TRUTH" She said. 81
care for you-ycs, Il little. But it could
never be-neyer! And we must say good
bye.'
lie took the hand that she held out to
him.
"Good-byc," he said, with passion aud
despair in his voice. "Good-bye, Lady Lii
las. Leave me here amongst the meadow
sweet; and If my earnest prayer is grant
ed, / shall die.''
Vane Fraser Wharf declined Lord Aud
ley's invitation to remain for another week
and left Ulverscroft that day. He took
with him the crushed blossoms Of the mead
| W. 1'L
CHATTER NJ.
Two years had passed since Vane Fra.
ser Wharf, had prayed to be left alone
amongst the mcadow-sweCt that lie might
die there. For him they had been two
eventfu! years, as he had now risen TO tile
head of his profession, and WAS crowned
with fame. He had tried to drown all
thought, all memory, in work. lie no
longer spent hours in watching tho fair
face OF Nature, lest among the green leaves,
III Tie cleaning waters, or in the hearts OF
lower he should see the lovely face that
had intoxicated him with its witchery-
He spent no more pleasant hours over
books Of poetry, lest FROM their pages La
dy l.ilias's sweet face should smile on lim.
What he sutieredno one knew: he bore his
pain and anguish rs the Spartan boy bore
the gnawing of the fox. lie realized the
poets words-for his life seemed long
'Thou shalt fear
Waking and sleeping, mourn upon thy bed,
And say at night. Would 6od the day were
lerei'
And say at dawn, Would God the day were
dcad!'
With weary days thou shalt be clothed ant
fed,
And wear remorse Of heart for thine attire,
Pain for thy girdlc, and SORROW upon thine
head.
This is the end of every mans DESIRE"
lie fought a brave fight with grim De-
spair. There were times when he was
victor, and for Il few hours he would cry
out That his work was everything, that a
mans life was his work, and that love was
piay-when lie would go about trying to
smile, trying to sing gay snatches of song,
and, after u few hours, break down with
bitter cries ana bitter tears. Once hs
woke up from a long dream Of Lady LII.
las, with these passionate words On lila
lips
IL wish we were dead together to-day,
Lost sight OF, hidden away out of sight,
Claspcl and clothed in the ctoyem clay.
Out OF the worlds way, out OF the light.
Out of The agcs Of worltly weather,
Forgotten of all mcn altogether.
AS the worlds lrst ic:ul-talen who'll,
away,
Made one with death, lllcl full Of the
night"
He loved her so nassionatcly and so well
that he would rather have been dead and
buried Will, her, out Of sight, out of the
worlds way, out of the light.
He had read in ONE quaint poem of n
man who had loved abeautitul woman his
whole life long-he, a son Of the people,
born for labor and toll: she, Il dainty lady
who had never even looked ut him with
her proud sweet eyes. 1t WAS in the fair
land of France; and down 10 the banks Of
the Loire, in the fifth century, came one
who brought with him murder and death,
one who loved torture: and he gage orders
that the bronzed son of the soil and the
dainty lady should be bound together
heart to heart, and flung into the river;
and the man, dying, eNultod in death, be-
cause, during its agony, the lady he had
loved his whole life long was With him.
Nane Wharf knew that for such . death
he would have laid down his life with a
smile.
One thing comforted him. Every day
with weary eyes he looked through the
newspapers, but there was never any men,
lion of Lady Liiias's marriage. lie read OF
her tritmpls-for each year brought the
fashionable world more and more to her
ieet; he read her name among the partici-
pators in the most brilliant gayeties Of the
s~cason--he knew that she WAS the queen
OF the fashionable woriG-5ut tacrc was
| never n line that toIl ~ hon. thtrriI.n