The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-02-14

ring of contempt in his Voice for the
vulgar terror of dogs which character
ICES wen stalwart men of the lower or
der. "He is not much hurt. You have
managed, my friend, to run over his
shoulder and Craze his Jaw
The poor dog suffered Philip to exam
inc the extent of his wounds, looking
up into his face with that trustfnl gaze
which seems TO acknowledge that the
examiner is "crnel only to be kind
ard only uttering a soft, plaintive whine
as Philip staunehed with his handker-
chief the blood which flowed from the
creatures mouth.
"There don't seem to be nobody here,
SIR said the man. looking round
They're all asleep, l take it, in this
part
Philip glanced around. He could not
leave the dog in the road, and the crea-
ture could not walk. He looked SO pit
eously up at his benefactor. too, when
not have found it in his heart to dis
regard the mute appeal.
II am close TO the place ] was going
to- he said. after a pause, ''you need
not wait. RECOMMEND you, my friend"
he added, as he paid the man, when
you come out TO these parts not to fol-
low the customs of the Inhabitants and
go to sleep at five O'clock
The man looked a little sullen. and
drove off, and as Philip paused, some
what uncertain what to do with his
charge, the gate of the house opposite
was opened, and a servant ran out, ut
tering al exclamation between amaze
ment and grief when she saw the dog.
"Oh, what is the matter?" she cried,
running to him. "Oh, my poor Ken
meth! he's d~rcadfullv hurt"
There is not much harm DONE" said
Philip, "the driver of my cab was awk-
ward enough to run over him. If you
will tell me where You live. 1 will do
what l can to repair the mischief"
"Oh, sir, how good you arc!" said the
girl. Poor Kenneth! But he can't
walk, I'm afraid, sir; and my mistress
oh, she will be sorry, seeing as she's
alone but for Kenneth. and he's such a
pet. sir, with her"
Il think. my good girl Philip said,
"you would serve both better if You
show me where to take the dog, instead
of lamenting."
The girl colored high and began to re-
monStrate.
ale can't walk, sir. and oh. you
mustn't carry him, agentlemanlike you,
sir. can"
"a gentleman may do worse things,
foolish girl, than, carry a dog was all
Philip said, as putting her aside he bent
over Kenneth and lifted him easily in
his arms. "Now lead on, l have nc
!, time to waste.n
Its this house. SIR said the girl
: meekly. and she led the way up a short
g~arden-walk and through the open dool
into the pretty hower-decked hall to q
small room beyond. She was not q
London-bred servant. apparently, OF
she might have had some tr~epidatior
in introducing Il stranger into the house
! or else, Philip thought, with the scepti,
l cism natural to a man of the world
taking in the neighborhood and genera
. surroundings, her readiness could he
quietly on a couch, and then, turning t
the girl. said:
5 "Ihere is nothing to be done but tC
(, wash his mouth with warm water
there are no broken bones, and he viii
: be well in a week or two
evil he really, siryn The girl looked
5 quite amazed by the knowledge of dogs
t displayed. Poor dear! III do what
you say, sir; thank YOU, kindly, fortak
] ing such trouble. III go and call IN,
5 mistress. sir, if you'll please 10 step thi}
way: she'd be yeXed not to thank yol
herself
e 'sTheEefs no need of thanks sale
St5om, smiling Il little. II We're les
e than man to have left hisnoble-lookin.
brute to his fate; and, truth to say. h,
might have died before anyone ha,
G seen him. Pray don't disturb your mis-
tress.
''Oh, indeed cried the servant, wit
enthusiasm, she would be angry Wit
/ me if l let you go without seeing you.
a And Philip shrugged his shoulder
and smiled, and yielded. following TIL
4 girl into the drawing-room, a daint,
! accessories which a cultivated woman
4 gathers about her, and Philip glance
round him while he waited that min
!, ute or two. 1t might have been tina
i nameless something which without rea
a son carries the mind back to Genes an,
places it has known before. perhaps til
luxury Of tlowers-roseS. white and RED
/. many-hled geraninms. delicate lilies o
the ~Valley-tliat flashed back to hi
vision as in a mirror, a long low roor
With just such wealth of flowers, and
girls fair face bending over then
. touching them with q girls dainty pet
ting ways. Or was it,. in truth, som
subtle chord of sympathy. touched int
i mysterious vibration? Was it som
such feeling that made him lift hi
eyes suddenly, for he had not heard til
slight rustic of the window-curtai
# pushed aside, to see a woman's Sigh
form enter from the garden. He locke
up, and with a smothered cry recoilet
God III Heaven spare me! Erica.
n One minute she stood, then spran
r forward to his feet, stretching out he
hands:
Y Philip. Philip"
What piercing anguish rang in til
e voice once so pathetic in its sweetnes!
n Look OH me, speak to me. You tur
away and cover your face, as though t
look on me were misery and PAIN
1t is. it isl he muttered. hoarsel,
= II have not sought this; Thought nevt
y to look N your face again. Stand bacl
V | have no place here
= lie stretched ont his hand as thong
d to put her aside and pass out, but sh
fell on her knees before him, lifting he
clasprd hands, her eyes seeking his wit
-, a wild appeal.
y You will not go, you will not leav
n me. denying me all mercy! No, IL,
you shall not put me aside; l must,
may claim some pity
i That agonized voice. that wondro,
= beauty, did they touch him. or onl
j rouse again the fierce passions that III,
been only yelled?
Three long years = 81 long, cac
minute I: weight OF lead. Has the
n come no whisper to you. Philip, that IL
7 wife you loved once WAS innocent? HI
there come no voice pleading mercy fl
!. her? You lock your hands together
=. your eyes avoid mine. 1t is torture
u see me, TO hear my voice, to be in n
y presence. Oh. thou who hast mere,
move this heart to mercy
She bowed her head down in bitt'
despair with fearless sobs that shoe
her slight frame like a reed.
y Is he unmoved by this-a woman
tears?
Aye, aye" he said at last. lookil
down on TIE bending form at his fee
d Tears, tears. u woman can ever fiji
J. these to draw from some well. be it ev,
so shallow. The time has gone |
p. when these tears can move me. ID
p you think of love or pity, or of JUST,
Is even, when you stabbed the honor
T. the man whose name you bore and we
bound to keep unstained? But VIII,
l. boots it to speak Of that?'' lie said, wit
a sudden passionate change in voice M
). look: ''tlle gulf is made; the chain
N broken; the scar is burned into my We
life. Once more ] tell you, for your 81
/. | have neither. MERCY nor part1np -