The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-05-30

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dustry were inexAaustible. Her hands
were rs the hands of Briareus fol-
serving TIE patriots with their coffee, theil
rolls and rutter. Her gay vo'cc sounded
above the otter voices in the melee Of wit
and patriotism. She sang as she went to
and fro among The little tables, waiting up.
on her patrons; and her song was always
the newest ballad With which the ballad.
llOLeSlS NSlt uuuSl t'tllllH L,lt government,
the "Lillbullero' of the hour.
.Je sails lie plan de Trochu.
Plan, plan, plan, plan, p.an!'
Sometimes, in n moment of eXaltation,
her custnmers would call for IL stave of the
'Marscillaise" or the ga, ica,' and then
the clink of cups and saucers ard knives
and forks upon the tables waSlikc the clash
of swords.
Rttf tpmntiI,r 10 flnSn y,nrntpv c.oy
blies of the patriotic and the idle might he
TO n man of Gas,on's temperament, he neve.
crossed the threshold of Snzon Michel's
shop. He passed her door twice a day, or
%oftener, on his way to and from the news.
paper Office; he heard the chorus of voices
inside, but he never entered the shop. He
had q feeling that loyalty to Kathleen for
babe him to hold any M with Suzon.
And wliatneed had he to take his cup OF
coffee from a shopkecper's hand when the
faithful wife was waiting for him in her
bower on the third story, watching the little
brass coffee-pot simmering upon a handful
of charcoal? One could not be too sparing
of fire in these days, though one We're ever
so sure that the Prussians must retire from
the enemy's soil before winter began in
real earnest. The elements would fight up
on tho side OF the besicgcd. That vast
army, shivering yonder under canvas, must
beat a retreat at douDle-Guick time before
Jack Frost.
1t was on one of the clear gray afternoons
of October that CASTOR stood resting upon
his gun, at his post on the rampant of the
fort, gazing with dreamy eyes upon a land
scape of poetic beauty, the deep rich color
ing of the autumn suu;i.it.l into perfect
harmony by the tender mists which shad
owed without concealing wood and river,
vineyard and field, while far off in the dim
ness of the horizon his fancy conjured up
the dark swarm of Prussian helmets, black
cning the edge of the landscape. The atmos.
phere was full of peace, and the silence of
this lonely outpost was broken only by the
qui rire of the sentries and the chime Of
distant churchclocks. A good place for a
poet to brood upon the creations of his
fancy, or for a journalist to hatch a leading
article.
While CASTOR stood at ease, with his eyes
wandering far atieid towards the distant
foe, n his fancies straying still further in
a day-dream of universal peace, liberty. art
for arts sake, and all the impossibilities of
the socialists Utopia, a sound of str,dent
laughter, of deep bass voices and nasal treb-
les, broke like a volleyof musketry through
the stiffness of the soft gray atmosphere,
and presently half adozen kepis, or National
Guard, considerably the worse for tc petit
bleu, came staggering along the rampant.
escoltlng a young woman, whose scarlet
%headgear shone i'll the distance like a spot
of fame,