The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-07-11

ginning 70 SUIT. lNlS WAS sheer IcSUicSSncSs,
for she could do nothing without the help
Of her fellow-men. Az eleven o'clock she
was In q small Office in the Marais-an Office
to which she had gone with Rose years ago,
soon after their first coming to Paris. to in
quirc for wC!!k. 1t was a registry for ser
wants, for clerks in a small way, II for
shopmen. Here she asked how many cur.
riers' workshops there were In Paris. She
thought there would be several--ten per-
haps, or even twenty.
The agent gave her a trade-directcry,
opened 1t for her ut a page headed Cur
ricrs." There were two hundred and thirty
two cs riers in Paris-two hundred and
thirty-two workshops, at any one OF which
the man Serizier might be plying his trade.
sideration, that the law had hitherto failed
to touch this offender; more especially as
the government, though ready to administer
stern justice upon such of the Communist
assassins who came in Its way, did not give
itself very much trouble in hunting down
those who had made clean off.
And then, again. the harmless Dominicans
were solitary men. There was no wife or
child, no friend or sweetheart, to ayenge
them.
ut will be longer than l thought" Kath.
lcen said to herself, rs she stood at q desk
in the shadow at tho back of the little Office,
copying that long list of names and ad-
dresses.
Two hundred and thIrty-two workshops!
There were names of streets which she had
never heard of-dlstricts, suburbs, of whose
very existence she was ignorant. The work
of copying those addresses alone occupied
her for nearly two hours; she was so care
full to write every address correctly, to be
sure of every name.
When her task was done she gave tho
agent two francs for the use of the book,
ink, and paper, and asked him where she
could buy a good map of Paris. lie directed
her to n shop IN the next street, where she
got what she wanted; and this done, she
went home.
Rose was singing over her baby, singing
In the sunlit window, bright with flowers.
Philip had fitted the windows with flower
boxes of his own deslgning-Swiss, rustic,
what you will-constructed out Of odd pieces
of rough oak, the refuse of his cabinet
work. Rose was the gardener, who bought
and planted the flowers, and tended these
humble gardens day by day; and never had
bloomcd finer carnations than Roses Gloire
de Malmaison yonder, or lovelier roses than
her Marechal Mel.
Durand was at work In his carpenters
shop hard by, with a sheaf of chlsels, carv-
Ing q bird whose breast feathers seemed
ruffled with the summer wind, so full of
life was the chiselling. What a happy home
1t looked in the July afternoon! The tide
Of blood aud fire had rolled by, and left this
little household unscathed, untouched. Nay,
in the midst of death and doom the babe
had been born, and the Trinity of domestic
love had been made perfect.
Kathleen sank down into a chair near her
sisters signing, family In very WEAKNESS.
MY love, how tired you look!' said Rose
tenderly. Have you been fare"
mo; only to the Marais.'
Rose had Of late abstained from all close
questioning Of her sister. She knew that
Kathleen wandered about the streets aim
lessly, wearied herself with long walks that
seemed utterly without end or motive. But
this idle wandering might be one way OF
living down a great grief. 1t was well perhaps
to let the mourner take her way. Moth
ing so oppressive as obtrusive sympathy.
Rose sympathised, and said very little.
AT his wife's instigation Durand watched
the girls lonely walks on two or three oc.
casions-saw that she suffered no harm.
went into no vile quarters, provoked no III.
suit; and after being assured of this, Rose
was content to let her follow her own de-
vices.
THE angel of consolation may be leading
her" she said; saints and angels know
what is best for her."
And In her high-strung faith as a Parist,
Rose Durand believed that her sisters pure
spirit here on earth might be in communica-
ton with the souls Of that mighty company
which had gone before, that great cloud OF
witnesses lowering round us, invisible, i'm
palpable-the spirits of the faithful depart.
ed.
Kathleen sat silent, those dreamy eyes Of
hers gazing across the flowers to the blue
cloudless sky. The dark-violet eyes seemed
larger and more lustrous than of old now
that her face was plnched and thin; but O,
so unsI eakably sad!
why were you not home at dianer-time,
dear' Have you had anything to eat since
the morning?'
II think not" Kathleen answered alb
sently.
"And you went out so early! l was al
your door before six, and found you were
gone. You must be faint for wanto Of food.'
u never, feel hungry. ! am a little tirod,
that's ALL"
The boy had dropped off to sleep by this
time. Rose laid him softly in his cradle,
and then busted herself preparing a meaI
for her sister.
She made some coffee in a little brown
pot, which needed only q handful of burn.
Ing charcoal to heat 1t. She brough. out
some Lyons sausage, q plate Of salad, a
bunch of crisp light bread, a roll of butter
in a little covered dish half-full OF ice,
Everything in Roses domestic arrange.
ments was fresh and clean and neat. The
cloth she spread Oh the table was spotless
damask, washed and ironed by her OWL
hands.
Come, pet" she said, and coaxed her sis
ter to the table, taking off her bonnet
smoothing the soft golden hair, kissing the
pale brow, SO full of gloomy thought.
Kathleen took q little coffee, but ate moth
ing. She sat with her eyes fixed on vacancy
scarcely conscious Of the meal that had beer
spread for her, quite unconscious of Rose.
face watching her.
My dearest, il you don't eat-if you &c
Wandering about and fasting for long hour.
you will be fit for nothing; you will droJ
down in the streets; you will be carried Of
to q hospital"
Kathleen looked up at her with a startled
expression.
Yes, yes; you are right" she said hur
riedly, with a sudden agitation in tone anc
manner. IF become too weak, ready Il
faint at every turn, l shall be useless-I cal
do nothing; and l have so much to do. Yes
dear, l will take some Of this nice breat
and butter. l want to be strong. l I'M
reed-a poor feeble reed; and 1 ought to b.
made Of IRON"
Only bo reasonably careful of yourself
dear, and you will soon be strong again
Those long wanderings and long fasting
must kill you If you 90 on with them. Yo,
ought to be careful Of yourself, Kathleen,
added Rose, with tears in her eyes-fo
there were times when she felt as if it wer,
but a question Of weeks and days how Ion!
she might keep this idolised sister-''yo'
ought to b careful, for my sake and Philips
We are both so fond Of you"
Yes" Kathleen answered, in n low voice
land for his sake"
She forced herself to eat, aud did tolcI
able Justice to the white sweet bread an
the fresh salad. Her meals in her owl
apartment were less luxurious. A slice O
dry bread, eaten standing, n handful 0
cherries and q crust, q cup Of milk. Sh