The Dakota chief. (Gann Valley, Buffalo County, S.D.) 18??-1913, 1895-04-04
XIV-Continued.

He never spoke of his mother at all
how. vet he was neither dull nor melan-
choly. 1t is a remarkable fact, which
people who desire to punish other people,
deservedly or undeservedly. would DO
well to remember. that the sharpest pain
cannot last forever. and that a young
couple, thoroughly happy in each other.
will remain happy in spite of all their at
fectionate relatives, who think they ought
to be miserable. Ay, and in spite of
many outside things that might have
been hard in later years; but youth is the
time to fight with f~ato-youth with its in
finite courage, its eternal hope.
Working at the mill all day. writing his
book at night. with little society, for the
Symingtons had goueintoEdinburgh. with
no relaxation except the daily walk "bn-
tween the lights" which his wife in
sisted upon, Roderick had yet. he de
clared. never spent a happier three
months. And he looked so well, too. for
it is not work that kills. but "worry;'
foolish ambitions, unsatisiied cravings,
Jared tempers. singing remorse or unre-
pented sin. Not mere sorrow; that can
be borne. Both of these had known
sorrow-she especially but there was Il
ilOIN 'iclll INV. tNtI NHt oHt 'ts
she spoke of that grave at Neuchatel.
Sophie Reynier sent me these violets
from it. She says they are having such Il
lovely spring. And SO are we. just look,
in bud already. And only listen, Roder-
ick. how that mavis is singingT'
They. We're walking up and down the
sheltered kitchen garden-lovely. though
it was a kitchen garden, with its walks
bordered by flowers. sweet-fashioned
perennials, which sprung up year by year.
not disdaining the n~eighborhood of the
vegetables. but growing together, each
after its kind. in happy union. Like Won
and YOU poor folk" Roderick once said.
noticing how everybody loved her and did
her ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS. milk-girls. all
the people about the place. They are SO
kind. l have such a happy life" was all
the young mistress answered. And her
fair, pale face bent down over her flow
ers. and up again to her budding apple
blossoms and her tall forest trees, now
growing full of nest-building birds.
THAT mavis, l have watched him this
week past. / am sure he has a young
family somewhere near. And he sings
how he does sing.-in the top of that
sycamore. He began the very day they
planted out the hyacinths in my garden
under my window
This, too. was 4 labor of love. ar
ranged surreptitiously between Mr.. Black
II his old Gardener-a littlemathomatical
diagram of beds. with grass lawn be.
tween, in which had sprung up, as if by
magic, SUGGESTIONS of spring flowers,
snowdrops, crocuSes. hepaticas. Now,
April being come. even in the lear Scotch
climate. the sunshine was strengthening
and the garden Frightening every week.
Il shall have n beautiful nosegay pres
emily" she said; Just in time for my
wedding-day."
He had almost forgotten 1.-THE villain.
He could hardly believe he had been mar
ried a year. And yet it felt sometimes as
if they had been married all their lives,
SO completely had they crown into one
another. 1t was only by an effort that
either could recall their old selves, in the
days when they We're apart.
THAT sunset (they were watching it
from a f~avorite seat she had-a summer
house, warm and dry. facing the south
west. and looking down the winding glen
toward the mill. which, hidden by trees.
only presented a few chimney-tops, and
ludt ldlIt -Ilht tOIllIlH Ol NHllt SllIOht,
unobjectionable to even the most aesthetic
eyes)-"that sunset" she said, 1T makes
the whole sky 'colorise.' as we used to say
in Switzerland. Do you remember the
Jungfrau and the Wettcrhorn that day
nj Berne? and the Alpes Bernoises from
Lausanne? oh. my land! it is a heaven
~ land. / can never forget it. But this
is my home"
She had been speaking French for a
wonder; they had dropped almost entirely
into English now, even when together,
bur she said "home"-that one dear word
which we Britons specially have-with an
information ineXpressible but unmistakable
All her heart had settled into her hus-
bands country. THY people shall be my
people, and thy God my God"
Never, though Rodcrick Jardine may
live to see thousands of sunsets, will he
forget this one, nor his wifc's face as she
looked at it. watching il till the last glow
had died away. Then she rose.
Now let us go in. dear"
Are you tircd:"
Il think So" Leaning heavily on his
arm she went indoors; but she sat up sew
ing till her usual time, and rose as usual
when, at a specially early hour-for he
happened to have a long and busy day be
fore him-he went off to the mill.
He was sitting in his little, dingy Office
there, quite late in the afternoon, for he
had some difficult accounts to make up
which he hated, poor fellow! not having
been blessed by nature with a talent for
arithmetic; but it was Roderick's pecu-
liarity that what he did worst he always
worked hardest ut, and what he particu-
larly hated he always forced himself to
do at once. His head swan, and his eyes
were dazed, yet he still stuck bravely to
those mountains Of figures, alp after alp
arising before his troubled brains, when
he was startled by a little knock, and old
who he thought had gone home