The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-04-15
HER son AND HIS.

HER son AND HIS.
The snow had been falling all day
long, and the dark November weather
had changed the streets of Paris to dis
NAL drains for the melting flakes.
An omnibus stopped at the head Of
Prony street, and from its a]ristocratic
interior stepped a 1~S-year-old boy with
a morocco sachel under his arm. He
ran to the door of an elegant house,
and the next moment was Gathering
up the marble steps into the vestibule.
rs mother homep" he asked of the
servant, as she helped him off with his
wet overcoat and leggins.
No." was the answer. "Her lady
ship has not come in"
"And my sisters?"
Miss Christine and Miss Yvonne are
In the reception-room with Diana and
their dolls"
In the reception-room he found
Christine seated before a cheerful fire.
ooh, how glad l am that you have
got home" she cried, throwing her
arms about his neck. I'VE are so
lonely! Father went out after break
fast, and mother about the time YOU
left for school. Father came back with
some cakes. but he vent right out
again.
II have been thinking of father and
mother all schooltime. Something is
wrong. Have you not noticed, Chris
tine"
Mother seemed n little put out with
father. But that is nothing new. l
have noticed that this long time"
Yes" cried little 6-year-old Yvonne.
II have often seen papa ewing when 1
caught him in the stud, nd put my
hands owe his eyes. Ever since the
lady in red"
what is that she is chattering
about?'. interrupted the boy, with a
superior air.
ivonne was touched in her feminine
weak spot. IL know it better than
you, for | was with mamma. We were
coming out of the Louvre shops, and I
had my balloon-the one you broke"
You should say burst" said her
brother.
Taking no notice. the child went on
with her story:
"Then mamma said to Fermin. Il am
SoiiS " VAIN utlOSS tle 1 didlS hpSai.
have the carriage for us before the
Boursc.'
Christine and Gactan looked at each
other, hardly able to keep from laugh
ing. But Yvonne kept on with her re-
Elections.
Il know what L saw, at any rate.
And when we met papa with the lady
IN red, m drew me away and
squeezed my wrist so hard she hurt,
me-"
"What lady in red?s exclaimed Chris
tine.
There, now!" cried Yvonne, "per-
haps you'll believe me. And the lady
had an elegant bonnet and a gold veil,
and a silk parasol, and. and"
But Gactan jumped up suddenly. ex-
claiming: Don't listen to her non
sense! Why should not papa walk
with a lady in red if he wants TOP
There are plenty of ladies who come
here on mammals Thursdays. and she
ana pa don't get angry owe them"
course not" said Christine.
The hours crept IN, the Greek theme
is written and Ovid is in a fair way 10
be converted into bad French. when
loneliness proves too much for Gaetan's
philosophy. and he gets up to rcjoin his
sister by the fire.
just then several quick, sharp peals
of the bell were heard. and n young
and beautiful woman soon made her
appearance. The children had hardly
finished a stormy bat affectionate
welcome to their mother, when the
door again opened and their father
came in. He received the children's
caresses in an distracted way, and
turning to the Countess, said, with
some emotion:
"Ciotilde, we must arrange our
affairs Immediately. Take the child
rem out and come back here, | beg
of YOU"
"As you like" she said.
Left alone, Count Bellefontaine took
::::c code from the table and opened it
at articles 1448 and 1449, and read:
"Ihe wife who has obtained a decree
of separation from bed and board as
srmes the free control of her property.
She must contribute to the expense of
educating the children of the mar
rlage. If her husband has no property,
she must bear the whole of this ex-
pense,"
lie closed the book and leaned on the
mantel with his back to the fire. II
don't care for the money. but the chill
dren. None of them are to go with me.
The Judge so ordered, and they are to
be brought to sec me once a month.
As if We're no LONGER their father. be-
cause-No consideration! temptation,
passion, weakness never
a nka, info or,n,,,t ,.j +L.,, - <l.a.
years divorce unless Clotilde should
forgive. She'll never do that, for she
has chosen this course
Thank you, Clotilde. You have not
kept me waiting. Here are the keys
of my secretary. You will find cash
and titlc-deeds all safe"
and how about yourself? How are
You TO live? Though | have been
wrongcd, ! bear your name, and can
not permit you to suffer-"
al thank you, Clotilde, for our COM
miseration, but | can not accept it at
your hands,
$50, having broken your faith, you
wish now to play the magnanimons!"
Remember that | have been defeat
ed. am punished enough
THAT is SO. But that punishment
weighs upon ME too, and more heavily
than YOU imagine. The sight of my
ruined home, the publicity Of all, and
the scandal %atioat."
"1ou We're infiexible."
"My dignity was at stake, sir"
Say your pride"
."Yes, and my hate. l could not for
give you for giving me a rival"
- riyra0i I have al 1-l.-l