The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-07-22
again and again-with an anguish Of love
In every kiss that must surely have pierced

again AnQ a&o1n-watn an anguish OIL
In every kiss that must surely have pierced
70 her inmost being. and started the slu,n-
bering forces into vivid life; but there was
no change In the beautiful face, the heart
pressed 10 closely against HIS own gave no
answer to the passionate throbs tiatwoocd
1t as tongue could never wao.
Tenderly Max Beauregnrd lifted the girl
In his arms, and bore her TO where the
ground was clothed with moss, there he
laid her down, and, kneeling beside her.
raised her head On his arm.
As he did 30 he saw u faint color steal
into her cheek: he laid his free hnnd on her
heart; it beat more strongly. Tenaerly he
put back the clustering curls from her fore
head, and there was a quick contraction Of
her brow, a deepening color in her soft
cheek, that warned him, and he moved his
hand; sue had felt the touch, aud shrank
from it.
Did she-he asked the question Of him
self with a strange, thrill, half hope, half
drend, deyine 1t, even in her half-con-
scious state, for his, or mistake it for some
otheri
"Valeriel' he said, very softly.
The girl stirred a little, and tried to move
her hand; thena spasln of pain passed
yer her face, her lips parted with Il half
moan; she opened her eyes-those wistful,
pathetic eyes-and looked straight up into
his, with clenr md instant recognition.
Colonel Beauregnrd!' she said, family,
as II not asking d question, but answer.
ing her own thought. She had, then. felt
aud known his touch! But he looked and
spoke only with deepest tcnderness and
loving sympathy.
you, slipped, and must have sprained
your ankle, my child. Are you in much
painY"
'Not-vcry-much. Yes; l know now.
Oh, how foolish OF me to faintH'
She had closed her eyes, with a look OF
pain that belied her words; but almost di-
rectly she opened them again, and tried to
raise herself from her companions arm.
He lifted her into n sitting posture, but
still kept his arm lightly about her.
You must notify to stand yet" he said.
"Poor child! you do bear it bruyely. ]
have sent Westbrook to a coysnge near for
some water; he will be here directly, Tell
me which foot it is, Vnlerie.n
1.-THE left. Oh! ! am so sorry; 1t has
spoilt the walk How stupid in me to
stumble!'
Don't make yourself unhappy about
what was no ones fault, dear child" said
B~eauregard, kindly; what it cost him to
crush back all sign of the emotions that
burned within him, he only knew; 1.-THE
question now is to relieve Your pain and
get you home"
II nm giving so much troubled" Valerie
sighed heavily. "But I don't think / can
walk"
Il don't think so, either; but it can be
managed. All! here is Wcstbrook!"
He came up, painting from his haste and
the heat, with n large jug of water. and n
glass. Valerie smiled up at him, and held
out her hand.
Don't look unhappy about me-" she
said; sit wns only the sharp pain made me
faint. Thank you so much for all the
trouble you have taken for mel'
There's no such thing as trouble for
you," said the young man, huskily. "Are
you in pain?"
"a little-not much"
Her eyes were full OF tcnrs-not for the
pain. She took the glass of water from hi:
hand and drank eagerly; and Westbrook
said to Beauregard:
II met Mrs. Dudley at the foot of the
hill; but l told her there was no need ia
come up; there was nothing she could do.'
Except make,a fuss--no, Now, West
brook, will you go back to the Leigh, and
bring an open carriages barouche is best
back to the foot of the hill, and leave mt
your handkerchief; I want 1t, as well rs my
I nVn for hopdnooo ILL l