The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-07-02
A simple remark child might have

A simple remark child might have
made but her evident innocence dis
armed him. She was no woman to be
beguiled by pretty speeches, and his
plan to be entertaining to this guile
less creature came to naught-for the
time. She waited quietly on him each
morning, speaking no word unless
| pressed.
| "She is not fool but she seems to
have no SOUL" was his mental calcula-
ton.
The summer waned.
Why did Lucille's step lag and why
had her pink face lost its bloomp He
was to go away! Yes, it had come to
this--that this man with the red-brown
hair and the beautiful voice, brown
eyes, suave manners and polished adj
dress-this man had wakened the mar
| bic Galatea into life!
He was no artist but he had the soul
of one. He was only a young city
broker out for summer holiday, but
he had looked deeply into the soul of
this little family. He saw the husband
was harsh, cold, Indifferent and unap-
preciatiye and the wife stultified by q
monotonous round of soul-narrowing
household duties.
The day of the parting came. He
| held her hands close. "Good-by, Mrs.
Hardy. I'll be back next summer"
She hung her head like a shy school
girls but it was not shyness, 1t was the
sickness of despair that bent her neck,
| huf oh
of the world that he was, her detection
| moved him.
"lf ever can serve you'll ever you
need aid, appeal to me-"
She wrenched her hands free.
at is hardly probable that Lucille
Hardy will need your aid. Go-and
good-by."
"Proud to the last md yet l could
have sworn she had grown to like me-"
All! thank God for that woman's
pride that enables her to hide so much
and to set the world at defiance!
Lucille crept-up to her room and lay
on the lounge for hours, but she uttered
no sigh and made no moan, only looked
out the window with wide-opcn, tear
less eyes.
Surely he did not read my secret
surely he did not go away believing
that / love him. And vet, / do, oh,
do, and God knows how l am to live
all my days without seeing him"
Her husband never dreamed of the
sleepless nights of fearless agony she
spent by his side while he slept the
sleep of the just. For months she
went about pale and thin, but her
hours of thinking were developing her.
She was beginning to be less afraid Of
her husband. One day she said:
John, must have books to read. "
3"WhyP" he asked laconically.
because Iwish them," she answered
firmly.
"Do you have time to readp" he asked
severely.
II shall make time"
| He was astounded, but the books
were procured.
81 must read and study that / may
become companion for him." she
thought. But tho summer came and
went and Mr.. Bellairs came not.
At the end of two years she said:
"John. shall get piano"
He was astonished again. "Lucille,
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know very well l am not rich man. "
u realize that quite well, neverthe-
less. have helped you to accumu-
late what riches you possess and am
just us much entitled to n piano for
my amusement as you are to costly
machinery that will lessen your labor u
Was this logician the gentle, sub
missivc and uncomplaining wife of two
years ago?
But the piano came and Lucille re-
newed her music, learned in her girl
hood.
The fourth summer John told her
Mr.. Bellairs wished to return, for he
had, unconsciously to himself, begun
to consult his wife in all things.
"1n that case must have servant.
l do not care to become dining-room
maid for city gentlemen"
So MIR. Bellairs, jaded and wearied,
came to this peaceful home once more.
perhaps l shall find nepenthe here"
he told himself, remembering with
satisfaction the ill-concealed grief OF
Lucille at their parting four years ago.
But the winsome-faced girl had van
ished and in her place was stately
| "ouiu us Wcll uTcSSeu as any II MS
own circle and as quietly refined.
When he came down to breakfast n
chubby country girl waited on him
and at night his hostess entertained
him with good music and charming
conversation. "Ive half mind to
fall in love with her now" he said, as
he went to bed.
"Thank God, the scales have fallen
from my eyes," she said, "for know
that l shall never meet that godlikc
man who is my ideal, and l shall in
time even become contented with that
which | have. 1t is so sad to know
that all our love, all our despair, all
our suffering must end thus. That
happiness is chimera and content
only found in ministcring to others. ]
can be content now to be Johns cook. VI
But she laid her fair face on her
d1mPleu arms anu looked sauly 1ntu
the sad violet eyes that peered at her
from the glass before her.
Remuneration and resignation are
possible only to those who have out.
! grown the beautiful dreams of youth
and unselfshness is bearable only t.
those who no longer care for them
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