The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-11-11
MONICA.
. LOVE stony or MODERN DArs.
CHAPTER I.

nondcrouSiy. as though determined to be-
tray the Digit of tickle tine and impress up
On the happy. careless ones that the end Of
all things is Mt hand. Tile reses knock their
fragrant buds against the windQw-panes,
calling attention to their dainty sweetneSs.
The pigeons 600 amoro,sly upon the Stills
outside, and even thrust tl,eir pretty heads
Into the breakfastsoem, demanding plain
lively their daily crumbs, but no one heeds.
A deadly silence has faiienupoa this room
It Moyne, albeit life is fully represents
here. and two eyes, iii which the light ct
fosth is Quenehed, are looking anxiously in
70 two ether eyes tIat have also seen inc
best and the sweetest of their days.
Hopelessly the golden roses scattered their
petals. IN vain the wlise and tawns birds
snsreat backs,,eesl1. To no purpose does the
elderly clock count out its numbers. The
urn Is Kissing ansriiy, the i've caps of tea
20 carefully prepared arr growing cold. So
are the crisp little hot,.asos, 50 is the
No! by the bye, il isn't. Honey can't.
Naata chance l was near giving the re-
viewersi
One bird. growing annoyed Mt the proleng-
I'd quiet, flies from tie open window to the
back OF Miss Penelops's chair, and settles
there with an indignant filter and o sup
pressed hut angry Ilote. This small susges-
ion of g living world destroys the spell that
Tor the last few minutes has been connect
tng the brain with 4 dead cne.
Miss Penelope, raising her head, gives
words to her thoughts.
"Poor, poor katheriner' She saws. gently
smoothing out the letter that lies upon her
knee. How her happiness was wrecked!
md what a sad ending there has been to
everything! Her children coming home to
is, Observation-Disclosures !. Dear chitdl what
| life hers has been! Ii isqtlite twenty years
ago now, and yet it all seems to me as fresh
as yesterday"
She shouldn'tha v taken things soeasily:
she shoEld have asserted herself al the time"
says Miss Priscilla, whose voice is always q
hota sharper than her sisters.
1T requires q great deal of thought and
Ind a great deal OF moral courage 10 assert
,nt's Self when a man has behaved abomfn-
aablf to one has, in fact. tilted oners says
Miss Penelope, bringing out the awful word
Nit. a little shudder aud q shake of her
gentle head, that sets two pale lavender rib
oois IN her cap Sway!ns mildly 10 and fro.
why was sleso fatally silent about ey-
.rytliins, except the one bare fact of his re-
tuSal, al the last moment. to marry her,
without assigning any cause for his base de-
'ertion? Why didn't she open her whole
heart to ME? wasn't afraid of the man -
lays Miss Priscilla. with such terrible energy
and such a warlike frans as might we'll have
tauated The fssiat," or indeed any man,
FGnid he have seen her. She should have
lnhardcned her poor bruised spirit to me,
Tho-if my mother was not hers. and ii l
mas many years her Senior-llad at least o
sisters love for her"
"A true love" says Miss Penelope, with
~lno.her sigh.
Instead of which," regrstfulty. ssshe hid
III her SORROWS i'll her own bosom. and no
ioubs wept and pined for the miScreant in
secret
Poor soulr' says Miss Penelope, FRO
sonadiy affected by this dismal picture.
Tears born of tenderness spring TO her eyes.
DO yen remember, Priscilla, how she re-
fused to show his letter, wishing, l suppose,
sven thcn to spare him:As
Il forget notling.' with some acer' liz.
Often, when saying my prayers, / ave
wished l could forget him. bat L can't, 70 l
,avc to so on being uHcllafitable and Il sin,
lii indeed sin it be to harden ona's heart
against q bad man.
DO You remember, too, my dear Priscilla,
lows she refused to 90 to church the Sunday
after she received Ills co!dblooded misstye
telling her he wished his engagement at an
.nd9 often wonder in what language he
.ould nave couciled such 4 scandaloGs de-
-.ire; bat she tore the letter up. Dear dearl
t might have happened to-day, it is al SO
slear to me-"
"Too Clears says Miss Priscilla.
~ rccollect, too" says Miss Penelope,
Gaming her elbows on thatable, pushingh her
antas.cd tea from her, and warmth; 70 .lc
.-N#HE n.
down Ia di,,rrr,, Az, n,-...f,r n,.nin,,
tbnnn ,,a ~ W, " .m.s 49, ss...1
fond nj and ho,r I tonr i,.r !, sn,,a m,ssIt
and esnoesea AZ ,,ar ,,n,r AVID entraato,i har
TO onrn IN MO n,I :, 80 sn,no ~ i 1l,era
was WHINE craan an i. s,,e wa ,ssr. FOND
IL c,canr tSoo
"anI s,,a rof,,sea /, o,,o,, IN, ,,orpr, osl.
ed Miss Priscilla. wifi The satisfied air at
ONE Who hns often haar,, Ma thri,,inr recit,]
before, vet wns meyer tiraI III II
"Absn,utel,, % rlsia .,,a Ma. -, i, ,;.+,e
tahia nntsiIa hor ~. So bo,,n. So
ward aniny M ~ NOD T nv, ia ,l,ta usas
p,nc her deor siirb,i,. o;.n S.a.;Mr ~
6er roam mn t;,tnn I CO.., ii. ,Yas s,ea,i,,,
noacefrijy and tIst IL. I'D 80, ,i,a rtl''
rnrrs,t ta,, f.It ~ ny ~ ~. .t,a, u's D.
dear cl,ilJ, how fond st,n Nc of ~, ts,, =,
.She lied evarythin~ tbat b,I s,,sar in
,tnsnys Mis- p; sc;i,. ,,a,,-,f,,ir
.It was nnlr NATL .SS,anis N ,,e
sweet. saws Miss psnsron. ]jat.ing ono III.
tie white ieweIed hand TALL slowly, sadly
upon the other.
There is a heightened pause.
Presently, STOPPING slightly toward he,
sister, Miss Penelope says, in a mysterious
Whisper
u wonder, my dear Priscilla, ,tliy she
married James Beresforl n month after
ward"
.NWho can read the human hcart9 Per
haps 1t was pride drove hersiMto that mar
riage, "A desire toshow George Desmond
now lightly she treated his desertion Of her.
ANA james was q handsome young fellow,
whereas George was
Ugly" says Miss Penelope, with quite
M amazing amount of vicious satisfaction,
for her.
~"Strikingly So says Miss Priscilla, nc
quiescing most agrceably. But then the
Desmond estates mean half the county: and