The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-06-07
LOVE FOR A DAY.
BY n AUTHOR or DORA TnoIEE." a
DEAD HEART" 1.-TWO KISSES"
THE Fatal. LILIES ETc
CHATTER ].

yaieu as they go to look at the beeches
at Burlham and the clestnuts at
Hampton Court. They were the great
attraction fot many weeks, and all the
country round was sweet with their
odor. In well-laid-out grounds. in cot
tage-gardens, in the long green lanes,
at every corner of the pretty streets, in
every nook where there was room for a
tree to grow, on the path BY the river,
on the road to the woods. III the
meadows and orchards where they had
40 right to be, by the brookside, nod
ding over the iron ratings of the old
churchyard, were the beautiful tall
plumed lilacs. 1t would be difficult to
say whether they were sweeter in the
evening, in the sunlight, wet with dew,
or stirred by the wind; from the time
they began to bud until the last leaf
dropped from the trees, they made
tiraceaieu n garden of Eden, a land of
delight. The children called them
The Prince of Wales's feathers" The
elder folk dated from them; they would
say, Before the lilacs were out"
When the lilacs were in bloom" or,
After the lilacs had faded" The days
they were i'll flower was time of pleas
ure TO all.
This pretty town of Gracedieu, where
y 'i'th ny Itj'Pl spAlIS NV, 10 III tiiC
fairest part of Devonslire-where the
land is green and fertile, although it
borders on the sea-where the green
lanes are like gardens, and the hedge
lows full of bloom. My father, the
Reverend John Chester, was Rector of
Gracedieu for more than forty years.
His church, an old Norman building,
was very dear to him. lie did not mar
~ until late in life, and | was his only
child. ! remember but little of him.
lis name was held in great honor by
the townspeople. My dear mother,
whom | lost when | was eighteen
trtisive woman; she had a small life
annuity. My father had not been able
10 leave her anything; he had insured
his life for a trilling sum, which was in
vested formy benefit, and which brought
me in Il modest income of twenty pounds
per annum
In those days the gold OF the labur-
mum and the buttercup was more to me
than the glitter of coin. My mother
and | thought but little of money. Our
expenditure was quite within our in
come-the true secret of content. l re-
member no sordid cares, no bills" no
mleasiness as quarter-day came round;
L remember no undue extravaganza.
We ltu'l many lllcllua anu dcutulllI-
anceS Ill the town. In the summer af-
teinoons it WAS a pleasant walk to our
house; and, though we could not afford
TO entertain griadly, as some of our
wealthy neigha0rs did, tea in IL pretty
gardens, with homemade cakes and
ripe fruit, was pleasant enough. My
mother was a lover of nature and she
taught me all she knew. | was ac-
q~llainted with the name'of every bird;
knew their haunts and their habits.
4 was familiar with the trees and the
various grasses, the wild-tlowers, the
reeds by the river, the crosses in the
brook; every secret of the sweet coun-
try life was known to and loved by me.
Looking back, | see a Supplemented
happy Child, whose life was a poem.
AS the opening of a tragedy is almost
always quiet, so my life, that was to
cmbody 4 tragedy, began calmly, like
the opening bars of some sweet musical
ldyl. From my infancy until l was
seventeen | had passed a peaceful, calm,
uneventful existence.
My mother, when her husband died,
went to live at a pretty little villa out
side of Gracedieu, and built just on the
borders OF tie Gracedicu woods. When
l was a child, | used to lie for long hours
listening to the wind amongst the trees
of the forest; and while ] live no music
will be so grand OF so sweet to me as
that which it then made.
Our liYes were Wen hiled. L remenl.
Der no vacant hours. Those which /
spent III me woods and by the river
We're MOI aIe TO me. L was storing my
neart aud NINA with pictures that last
ca me lof many years when with my
Eyes l couiu see them no longer. 1t
Was on my ScNenlecnth birthday, and
lhe dale was the tenth OF May, that a
new me was opened to me. On that
3loInihg L was one or the happlest,
pllghsest chlldrcn That ever drew
pieaIh' Mtlil no care or thought save
!ol .uc pi!uS ana MOWERS. wilma long
lng iihpatleict TO see the dew on the
grass watched the sun rise; when |
Matciea we same sum set, | had passed
ifoln citilaliood TO |Womanhood. My
inolllef ) pretty LYLE mousse peeped out
rom IL mass o. lilac trees, and there
Mas group OF the same just outside
.ie 9alueh gaze, gofdering the path
,na1 ieti 70 llo wood: IN t~oWnspeople
,aa Wy iisilV OF using tnis path, but
nuey alu not olten avail themselves OF
IT. c.,, 49,.
ny hlst tiilhS tlonght OF on my
inti.h,as Was Ille lllacS. l Knew Just
low n'ie Trees Woula look, the dew lying
neaVS on tilehl, and the sun shining on
sielI doom. ! must gather plenty tol
we preaklast-laple 1of my birthday
"Is q lQusehoia iets.
! VEN out. IN tile previous night !
,lau iiollcell on we TOP OF The tallest
ornG spray Il mac lliat ! wanted tc
HHaiited. was eNacIiy me shape OF tnt
lisncS ol WaleS 1eatherS-threc nod
ul,ig, p S graceful plumes, sur
ioIi!'teu 10y greer leaves.
oIlse, tWlee, liiice trleti TO reach
s,p p H;ha l. wanted bnt 1Mled to &c
10. me sun was shining i'll my face
we shaking OF the boughs scattered the
ueM-drops All over Inc. Suddenly ;
VOICE mean ne sad:
~ is 200 iligh; You cannot reach it
Ne me get ii for YOU"
| lad heard no footsteps, and haG
seen no shadow on the grass; Turning
nay eyestel on = bright, handsome face
WITH eyes dark and lustrous, and !;
mouth sweet and firm.
as he spoke. he broke off the Dough
IN dong SO the tree shook, and the
great deW-drops FELL on his face and on
nllnc.
How careless am" he said. "Do
forgive me, Miss Chester.'
HOW do yOu Know my name2H I