Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1898-12-29

did, it so filled me with JOY that I could
not utter word. My tongue refused
its Office, and in the boundlessness Of
my ecstasy / laughed. then hurried
from bis presence to my room, that !
might weep for JOY. A sweet little con-
eeit came to me. In the morning when
] meet him will lay my hand In his
and say, "This is your Christmas gift. I"
"'When morning came, he was gone.
thought that he had returned to
his home, and feeling that he had mis-
interpreted my laugh ] wrote him,
wherein told him with more truth
than modesty how dearly ] loved him.
He never received that letter. His moth
er did, and after keeping it for years
returned it to me- When found that
he was gone, no one knew where, re-
turned to the homestead, to our mother,
for such she has always been 70 me.
She comforted me by saying: He will
soon return. He will write to me. and l
will send him your letter. Then. could
he command the winds, they would be
too slow for his return. She stilled my
.hrobbing heart by resting ii against
Der own. We waited, but he came not.
Her sorrow, though never uttered, ate
up her heart. One evening she drew me
close to her breast and said, II am go-
ing to leave you; then he will return.
"Oh, no, you must not--shali not
gop' exclaimed. IF You go. he will
never return. While you remain there
is hope. Without You there is none
"He will return. He will return, she
family murmured. burst into passion
ate tears. When / had wept myself
calm, gazed into her face. was with
the dead. Desolation of desoIation! The
sweet, kind messenger who released her
sorrowing soul denied himself to me. !
was then alone indeed. The weary
years came and went Iadened with dig
appointments. The estate proved i'm
solvent, and my little I'll was swallow
ed up with the rest. I returned to the
great city, where have struggled for
bread and raiment and shelter 1t has
given them To me grudgingly. l have
not been exacting, but have accepted
thankfully the little ] have earned. Now
he has returned. but he is no longer
John Frostberg. There are two The
one of old will retain in my heart az
the lost one. The one of today will
not know, nor shall he know
John Frostberg of today, . said the
guest, chow much does that story add
to your happiness?'
"Oh, wretch, monster that I ann
agonized John Frostberg.
THAT ia true. said his guest. "You
know yourself. You are q wretch. You
have hugged deiusion that another
made you SO. You are the outgrowth OF
your selfish self. Yon are miserable and
wretched, and you deserve to be SO.
You should not be monster. There
are two parts Of you. The wretched
and the miserable is the better. That
you can be miserable is evidence that
you are not entirely ;;ost. It is proof
that 1t is possible to save you from
yourself To do this you must adopt
heroic action. You must cut out the
monster part
81 will. / will" exclaimed joan
Frostberg.
| "Stay moment and hear me, said
his guest "You must cast out the de-
mons which have possessed you. Greed,
avarice, revenge and hate and your
wretched self must be cast ont Of your
heart, to remain ont forever. In their
stead you must place back the chestnuts
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