The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-02-07
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FAREWELL HOPE, LOVE. AM

FAREWELL HOPE, LOVE, AND LIFE.
II believe him too muttered Poyn-
ter, as he quickly strobe up the road to
his cottage, and began springing up the
cliff path. Good Lord, if she comes
back and meets him there'd be mischief
done. l wonder if she will come back.
"a give somethin' to know she amt
Thus soliloquizing, Nat climbed the
path till he reached the little plateau on
which his cottage stood. He was about
to insert the key into the lock when a
light touch on his arm made him start
round as though he had seen a ghost,
and II it had been indeed II ghost he
could not have turned whittier, nor fallen
back with more apparent fear. for the
tall. slender form of Erica st. John
stood before him in her long cloak
dropping around her, and her veilthrown
back.
Good Lord!" the nan said, and for
a moment could add nothing else, but
he recovered himself very soon and put
his hand on her arm. II am SO glad
and vet so sorry to see you back, missy"
he said, rather huskily, II don't know
what to say. But come in out of the
wind"
Hist" she whispered, under her
breath; they told me at the station he
was come backs it true?"
Come income in" was all Nat
said, gently urging her forward, and
she oheyed him, and waited till he light
ed a lamp, and then she threw off her
oppressed her. All! how beautiful She
looked in her dire SORROW; the rich
bronze hair flowing over her shoulders,
those large eyes SO pitifully questioning,
those white lips quiyeringly framing
the question:
Hlell me, is It trueIish he come back,
his eyes looked sorrowfully, kindly,
down on her. His heart was sore for
her. lie could have sacrificed in that
moment the gold promised him-the
gold that should keep him above priva-
ton IN the cruel winter-time-to see
tflS glrl restored to all she had lost.
why do YOU, look at me SOP" she
said, half-Shrinking back: s.you-you
have something to tell me. You must
say it quickly, Nat, for 1 must go
home.
she put her hand to her forehead,
pushing PACK the mar, as II b was
oazea Win an she nad gone through.
NJ. poor laSsle!" SAID the man, turn
ilg asiue, ana MS rough voice shook, we
t naotn = no nome 10 go TO- that's just
tle truth.
n homer How her hands tight
ened tneir CLASP. round his. how her
Eyes sought MS race. MY home-my
"spniu > E none : Nat w
M'ss Elca, Nht turned 70 her
aeh,h, WIN tne desperate resolve to
n RI tr no ,o , !, galhs the inevitable.
.ne lIuIn she must Know; you mustn't
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nilne. lie Knows then tina l went
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INV :. an, H''1 faIt. H,'s5s' u Ihe man SPOKE ie
~" anu i'i'etlnsiS. dio came pacH
this evening, and Mrs; Robertson, she
saw you leavc WIN MT: Arnold, ana
tlG Ell prluget sie neaIa you speakia
10 nm before, II tney found that Ihere
note give you on the course, and the
nlasleT d IL, missy. Dear MISS Erica,
~! ply > sake don L sos ye AIN goln 10
i".hss ..
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nanuS Irom ms n Khelt Gown py me
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