The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-09-02

On the one side such and such atmos-
pheric conditions, on the other such
and sach mental and physical accom-
paniment and data-similar causes
always producing similar effects, re-
gardless of the date or time.
Then L called upon these men for a
professional opinion, but. they had
none to give except what any old wo-.
man would have furnished me for
nothing.
Two of them, indeed, agreed that l
must travel. l must change the scene,s
the atmosphere, the surroundings. 1
must bury the past and start anew in
some foreign country, counting per-
petual excitement and adventure.
Go to Africa" they said; hunt
lions and elephants. dig for gold, shoot
katfirs if convenient, live with nature
i'll its widest and most savage forms
for two or three years. and then you
will surely be cured, or killed" They
might have concluded in the words of
Hamlet: "A contamination devoutly
to be wished.'
However, l made up my mind to
follow their advice, because it coin,
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cided with my W opinion.
But the other fellow, Er. HrInph-
rey, disagreed with his learned col
leagues and sent in a minority report,
over seal and signature, very much
as follows:
Dear Sir-I have given your pc
culiar case a great deal of study and
anxious thought. l find distinct
traces of hallucination, mental aber-
ration and delnsion in very aggravat-
ed forms. Having made a speciality of
such cases, l have no hesitation in adj
yising you to fall in love Immediately
with the prettiest, wealthiest young
lady of your acquaintance. Follow it
up to the end fearlessly, devotedly,
and, believe me, that in the grand pas
sion alone you will find relief from
your distressing in6rmity."
To which communication l replied
as follows:
You Old Fool-The only grand
passion of which / am capable pos
sesses me at this minute, as | pen these
lines. Would you have me make love
to a girl in the morning, disown her
at noon, revile her at night, and begin
all over again the following day at the
direction and the sweet will of the
elements? Here is your check, but
don't you think such professional stu
pidity m pretty high? Great
Scott! When a mar is hanging be-
tween life and death and crying aloud
piteously for the shadow of a straw
upon which to hang the skeleton of a
hope, at such a time, l say, commend
me to a tedious old doctor like YOUR
self"
That particular afternoon was very
sultry and partly cloudy. l arose,
consulted the barometer and the
chart which hung vertically alongside.
The reading was as follows:
"Cuntankerous, without the slight
est consideration for the feelings of
Others"
Exactly" I said to myself. and, had
| been human, l might have laughed;
but as it was, l merely ground my
teeth together and semi the letter
upon its errand.
What is time or space to me? MY
destiny hinges on the weather. i
have already travelled thousands of
miles and the sun is now setting on
Il typical African scene. l have start
ed on a hunting trip through the
Transvaa! and the Katfir lands and
we have out-spanned the oxen for the
night on the banks of the Umgeni
river at Howick, which is about ten
miles north of M~aritzburg, in Natal.
For q guide and companion l have
Sapnrn1 tho carVfnae nf IN mon ,,o,,aI
Hans Botman. He is half Dutch, half
English, a MAJ of infinite knowledge
about routes and Kaffirs and every
thing else, for that matter, but to my
mind his chief glory is his title of
champion story teller Of the colony"
The air was bracing and chilly and
l was enjoying myself reclining at
my ease with my back against the
wagon wheel. l could see the river
romping and sweeping over the rocks
in the valley below, and to the right
l could hear the roar of the falls, the
celebrated Falls of Howick, which IRE
the pride of the village and the won
der of travellers. The scene at the
time was magnificent, for the vegeta-
ton around was at it's best, and while
l was watching the clouds of spray
and mist rising dreumi, and beauti-
fully II of the chas Hans inter
rupted my reverie rather abruptly.
Fill your pipe again." said he, "and
take a drink of this foaming Katfir
beer which Pando, the Kafir driver,
has just brought fresh from the
kraal, and | will tell you a story about
these falls. You see, Mr.. Clipper, we
have no literature of our own in this
country. and very few monuments to
remind us about strange vents and
remarkable people, but for all that
there is hardly ar inch of the road be-
tween here and Pretoria that has not
some legend, romance or adventure
connected with
Somehow the people expect me to
hunt up these things, and as story
telling is second nature with me, we'll,
l do my best to entertain them. The
tale am going to relate now l call
WHITE LOVE AND BLACK MI,M-
ORY.'
Over the way there, near the Falls,
and half hidden by those silvery pop
lar trees, you can just see the home OF
the Lynn family-that is to say, Mark,
his WIG ana tnclr charming QuuSn-
ter, Dorothy. In his youth Mark had
been a miner, and after saving a little
money lie took to farming in this
beautiful valley, through which the
River Umgeni struggles and worries
along in its restless course. After a
while he suffered a few losses, which
worried him considerably. So when
young Captain Grosvenor came along
and asked him to go up country and
manage the Cobalt mines in Mapocks
Land, he was only too glad to accept
the handsome salary that was at
tached to the position.
But making up their minds to GO
and bidding farewell to their beauti-
full home were two very different
things to the Lynns. Little Dorothy
was simply broken-hearted, for all
her young life had been spent among
these hills and glens, where every.
thing that lived and b.eathed and
blossomed seemed to do so for her spe.
cial benefit and delight.
Now the country round about was
swarming with Kafirs, and they al
knew Dorothy and worshiped the very
print of her little feet in the mead.
1 avg She had har SUNDAY cJass he,