The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-07-25

"While l was watching for that man :
forgot everything, except the taski in hand
she said Il lived and breathed only FOL
that. My brain WAS burnt up will. ono
fiery thought; and in those days I hardly
gricved for Gaston-l hardly knew how
much had lost; but now | think of him,
and brood upon him all day long"
'But II this goes on you will go mad, OF
die" said Philip, standing beside her sofa,
looking down ut her with honest earnest
eyes, full of affection; and that will break
Roses heart. Remember how she has rear.
cd you and cared for you'll To her you are
more than a common sister. She has beer
TO you rs a mother; and you owe her flial
duty.
Let her ask me anything, except t%olive."
answered Kathleen. II cannot live with
out him. o, She must let me go-in charity
she VIII let me go-where shall be at rest
for ever, as he is. She hes you and the lit
tie one. She can spare this broken life"
But She cannot spare you-nor ], nor the
little one; and it is your duty to live for our
sakes. Your natural grief we would respect,
Kathleen; but this inordinate grief, this OBJ
stinate despair"
Had he died a natural death, l would
mourn for him as other widows mourn for
their husbands; l would bow to the will OF
God. But he was murdered"
And you have brought his murderer to
justice. Is not that enough, Kathleen"
VI wonder whether l shall live to hear his
sentence, to know that he has suffered n
murdcrer's doom?' she murmurcd: and
then she turned her face to the wall, and
would talk M more that day.
Rose and her husband began to despair.
1t seemed to them that kathlcen's vital
power was ebbing day by day, gradually,
imperccptibly. The loss of strength was
only indicated by the facts of her daily
life. Last week she had risen early every
morning, and had swept and busted her
rooms, with only a little help from Rose,
who was ever on the watch to aid and com-
fort her. This week she could only crawl
about n little, busting Gaston's books With
tremulous hands, arranging and rearrang-
ing his desk or his bockShelvcs, with II ilut-
tered nervous air. A little while ago she
had lain on her bed or her sofa all day, as ii
In mere purposeless apathy. Now the time
had come when she lay there from sheer
weakness, broken down, fading before their
very eyes.
They had gradually schoolcd themselves
to bow to the rod. They began to talk to
each other about her as of one foredoomed,
u~nspcakabiy precious, inasmuch as she was
to he with them but q few wceks-perchanc.
but a few days. They talked sorrowtully,
yet with resignation, Of a future in which
she was to have no part, save as a sweet
sad memory.
How fond she woald have been of you,
my angel" said Rose, 'prattllng mothers
tender prattie to the baby on her knees, I'll
| she could but have lived to see YOU grow
upI'
One day, when the invalid upstairs had
sunk so low that 1t seemed as If she could
hardly last to the end OF the week, Philip
Durand came past the little crcmcrie, which
had onco been Suzon Michel's, on his way
home. 1t was between four aud five, and
already dusk, and he was Startled to see the
door of the shop open and q light within.
While he stared, wondering whether q
tenant had beer found for the deserted
house now that trade was looking up n lit
tie, Suzon herself emerged from the dark
ness within, followed by a man who blew
out q candle. and came into the street, car
rying a bunch Of keys. The man was land
lord, who had been making an inspection
of the premises with the old tenant.
Come, Madame Michel" he said, as HI
locked the door on the outside, ''you cannot
do better than take down the shutters to
morrow morning; no one will do so well MS
you in that shop, and now that business |:
brisk everywhere, you may make better
trade than ever. l shall not raise you
cent
20, but monsieur is so generous!' criet
Suzon ironically; Everybody knows tina
rents IRE going up i'll Paris"
well, l say it shall be the old rent"
TO ha continual