The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-10-31
A %TuREE-sIDED STORY
Extract from the Diary OF Algernon
StOkes.

A %THREE-SIDED STORY.
Extract from the Diary OF Algernon
Stokes.
/ have found her! The maiden of
my drenms-the fair. sweet girl of my
soul! The poetic, tender embodiment
of my hearts aspirations! have writ
ten three sonnets. two madrigals, and
poem since midnight. all addressed
to Marjorie! Marjorie! What tender
visions arise ut the name! Let me re-
cord the happy event!
The utter abomination. Tom Grey,
came into my studio yesterday after
noon in his usual clustering, vulgar
way. aud with the voice of IL huckster
calling ''Watermelous!' shouted:
''Hullo. Dickr!n
| suppose l have told Tom Grey
1000 times that l have had my name
changed to ''Algernon" by act of the
Legislature, bnt the brute persists in
calling me Dick" because, when we
went to school together. my name was
.'Richard." The Stokes" | can not
drop, rs my uncle Bob left me his for
tune on condition that l did not drop
the family name in what lie called my
.'confounded nonsense" Uncle Rob.
ert had no poetry in his entire compo-
sition.
But l wander from my subject. Tom
Grey rushed into my studio, shrieking:
"Hullo. Dick!'
was deeply absorbed in the shadows
of my group Of Lilies of the Lake"
and although my sensitive nerves
quivered under that horrible voice us
if had received Il blow, l painted on
without answer.
But a staggering blow upon my
shoulder, almost paralyzing my right
arm, compelled me to look up.
Gomez shouted my friend().
Tom never speaks he always
shouts.
Come! I want you to go to the
fair with me.n
What fairP" 1 asked. II never go
to farsi
But you must go to this one! Tip
top girls! Lots of fun!'
Il dcspisc fun! | abominate girlsl"
oh. hosh! Come along! Stop
embarrassing those old snowballs iu Il
puddle and comc!"
Will you leave me in peacem I
cried. desperately.
No; ! am going to sit right here
until you take off that velvet MONKEYS
jacket aud put on n presentable coat
to go with NE. If l were you, Dick. |
would give that coat to an organ
grinder"
only looked my scorn! That coat.
male upon the strictest rules of art,
was one of my triumphs over the COM
monplace. hoped tue day would come
when could wear it in the street. with
Venetian rlfles of lace ut the wrists.
But Tom was not to be duunted by
a look. and. finding I should have no
rest until complied with his request,
I reluctantly left my work.
Under his ridicule | dared not "a.
sumo my full aesthetic costume; but /
ventnred upon my ruf1ed shirt-front,
my loosely knottcd tie, and low Byron
collar. 10 my surprise he made no
comment, and even pinned in my BUT
ton-hole a boqnct of valley lilies with
his " clumsy fingers.
But forgave Tom all past sins
when. after walking about i n a great
hall filled with fancy turntables. he
said with Il start:
Why, there is mycousin Mariorie,h
! fol owed the direction of his ewes.
Can l calmly write down a description
of that %visionP Marjorie! Locks Of
gold. ~half-curling, Heating down from
fillcss of classic shape that confined
them above the ivory brow. but SUD
Tered their luxuriance to fall unrt.
strained far below the slender waist.
A robe OF pale-blue cashmere, confined
at the shoulders by canoes, fell in
long. loose folds to form a sweeping
train that gg'irc majesty to the perfect
form. Lilies were broilcrcd on the
edge. lilies rested upon the bosom,
Bands of gold upon the WHITE arms
were the only ornaments Marjorie
wore.
1t was dissnstingly conventional to
he 'n.'odncea to my cousin. Miss
Grey, aud to bow in society form,
when was longing to throw myself at
ne; fcet and devote my life to her sen
vice. Could l have drawn a sword
and vowed to be her faithful knight
I'll death, it would have been some re-
lief. But, alas, / could, only bow and
murmur something about my pleasure
IN meeting my dear friends cousin.
Iom grinned like an ape. But Mar
J9rie recognized a kindred soul. She
clasped her hands and spoke in low,
sweet words. her delight in meeting
the author of The Faded Jessamine."
Our souls nc and mingled. She
quoted lines from my ..Droopiup
Daisies" and blushingiy confessed to
having all my poems collected in ar
album. She had seer my Maiden by
Moonlight" at the picture dealers. and
the one dream Of her life was one
day to possess a gem from my pencil.
Tom had sense enough to leave us,
and we talked of art. of poetry, Of
music. and of flowers.
Then she showed me a tiny vase. an
antique gem that had been donated to
the fair by a famous collector. She
told me the agony she had suffered
lest priceless treasure should fall
into nnnppreciative hands. She i'm
plored ME to add it to nv store of
gems, aud l drew a check for the
amount with ecstasy. 1t stands before
me now. my inspiration. until I once
more gaze into the soulful eyes of Mar
iorie! Another sonnet presses npon
my brain. l write to the sunny locks
of the maiden. Marjorie.
MAG S LETTER.
Dear Sue: IL was too bad. alto.
gcther too bad. that you could not be
Mt our fair last evening. Tom had an
idea' fon would hardly believe that