The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1889-06-21

cottage in the fresh air, plenty of food
and clothes-ail that is wanted to make
her daughter well.n
"She shall have it," Lord Yorke said,
smiling. you could not employ your
time or your money better than in re-
lieying the poor. But all charity must
be governed by discretion. While the
but afterwards, although yea can go on
helping her, let her work for herself.
1t will be greater charity to place the
means of gaining her livelihood in her
hands than to give her money enough
to live upon"
81 see that" she replied gravely.
"Oh, Stanley, if l had only thought be-
fore now, how many people | might
have saved. 1t must be a terrible thing
to die of hunger"
He laid his hand lightly on her beau
tiful head.
1T is never too late to mend,n he
said. II have often wished that you
could give a little of your time and at
tention to charity"
why did you not tell me so.:" she
asked, eagerly.
My dear Louise,o there comes a
time when every one wakes to the real
tiles of life. Your time had not Gomez
u shall never be so careless again. l
feel as though through all these wears
| had truly been asleep" said Lady
Yorke.
Then theydiscussed what was best to
be done. Lord Iorke suggested that
one of the pretty cottages built on mod
ern principles which stood Just outside
Woodheaton, should be given to the
poor woman rent-free until she was
better. Lady Yorke was to allow her
so much each week until she could earn
money herself.
You must remember one thing,
Louise, said his lcrdship, that yaa
full as this, and that it will not do to
give all to one.n
The next time he met me he took my
hand and held it for a moment in his.
He looked at my black dress.
IRON your own SORROWS" he said,
you have learned to feel for others.
Heaven bless you'll"
men / knew that lie was well pleased
that had tried to draw his beautiful
Young wife from her self-worship and
interest her in others.
The next evening, at dessert, she
looked critically at some fine grapes
that were on her plate. Two days ear
lier She would have sent them away;
now her eyes sought mine, and | knew
she was thinking, "What would little
sick Annie give for them?"
1t was Il small beginning, but it
would lead TO greater things. Gradu-
ally Lady Yorke woke from her long
lethargy. She began to interest herself
in her own servants, to understand that
they had pleasures and sorrows. She
lost much of ller incidence. She was
no longer content TO spend the greater
part of the day on a couch. She thought
more of the widow and orphan in their
desolation. of the sick and ailing who
wanted help, of the hungry who wanted
food.
So life passed on at Westwood, and
no great change came until the spring.
10 me every birthday, every Christmas
day, were as milestones on the way to
Heaven. AS l passed each, | was near
er TO Mark.
Again the lilacs were in bloom. They
were not so plentiful or so beautiful at
Westwood as at Gracedicu, but the
sight and the fragrance of them brought
back forcibly the remembrance of my
lover to me. No words can tell the
sharp pain that pierced my heart when
l saw the nodding plumeS. Lady Yorke
was fond OF lilacs. While they lasted
she would have them in the rooms. l
never told her what the sight of them
cost me.
The keeper of the west lodge having
found a better situation, Mrs. Clinton,
with her little daughter, through Lord
Yorke's kindness, went to live there.
Ey Lady 1orkc's wish | went to visit
them almost every day. The lilacs
grew all round the west l%odgc-tall. fine
trees, with a wealth of fragrant bios
sons. Mrs. Clinton, who could never
do enough for me, had gathered some of
the finest sprays; and n morning,
when / went to see her, she held the
branches of lilac bloom close to my
face.
"Sec, MISS" she said, show fresh they
are!n
If Ihad seen some one risen from the
dead, could not have grown more sick
at heart. | went home sad and weary.
Here was the world waking up again
to the beauty and glory of spring, and
my heart was sinking, my hope was
death. My lover, to whom my love,
my troth, my faith was %plighted, was
dead. What could spring, sunshine, OF
bloom of flowers say to me? AS I walk
ed home and saw the yellow primroses
shining like stars in the grass, and the
buds bursting into leaf, l sobbed aloud.
| felt so tired of waiting. If some an
gel hand would but draw me up to
Heaven and place me by Marks side.
Oh, my love, how l loved you'll All the
beauty of earth, the fairness of spring,
the brightness of life, were as naught
to me, because you were no longer with
mel
There were times like these when nv
courage failed me, when my heart
ached, and 1 could only weep and call
on one who would hear me never more.
1t was the sweet odor of the fresh lilacs
to me. l could see his face, I could
hear his voice, his warm, strong hand
seemed to clasp mine-and he was dead!
As / entered the house I met Lady
Yorke i'll the hall.
will you come to the library, Miss
Chester" she said. 81 have some let
tiers l must answer, and some for you
to write.n
When we were seated there, and she
had made those inquiries about the sick
child which she never omitted, she
showed me q bundle of letters.
I'VE shall have a large party here
soon" she said. This morning. I had
a letter from Lord Severne. We met
] made him promise that ours should
be the first house in England that they
would visit. Lord Severne is a great
favorite of mine. You have heard Of
the Severnes Of Mount Severne2n
NO." replied. The name was quite
strange to me.
It was a very old title, Lady Yorke
told me, but the present possessor had
come quite unexpectedly into it.
~ must say, Continued herladyship,
THAT have been a most Indifferent
member of society. No one has ever
seemed to interest me; but I certainly
did like Lord Severne. lie is very
handsome, but terribly melancholy
He never smiles like any one else."
Finding that it pleased Lady Yorke
to speak of her friends, l listened with
interest. I banished the lilacs and
Mark from my mind; they were of time
past.
"We met the Severnes in Florence"
Lady Yorke went on, land both my
husband and myself liked Lord Severne
very much; but we were not so agreea-
bly, impressed with his wife. We were
very intimate with them, and went out
with them almost every day. Lady
Severne is quite unlike her husband.
| lie is earnest grave. with a strange veil