The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1899-12-23

about it inexcusablc," says the old Squire,
beating his hand upon the table as though
to emphasize his words.
II wouldn't take 1t so much to heart If !
were YOU" says Brian, who is really begin
ming to pity him.
Ut has lain on my heart for twenty years.
I can't take it off now,' says the Squire.
You have evidently suffered y returns
Brian, who Is gettingmore and more amazed
at the volcano he has reused. "Of course l
can quite understand that if you were once
more to find yourself in similar clrcunl.
stances you would act very differently"
Il should indecd!-perU differently. A
man seldom makes q fool of himself twice
in n lifetime"
You didn't show much wisdom, l dare
say"
mo, none; and as for hcr,-to fling away
such a love as that Here he pauscs,
and looks dreamily at the silver tankard be-
fore lin.
This last speech rather annoys Brian; to
gloat over tho remembrance of a love that
had been call0usly cast aside to suit the ext
gences OF the moment, seems to the younger
mana caddish sort of thing not to be endured.
("Thongh what the mischief any pretty
girl of nineteen could have seen in him" he
muses., gazing with ill-concealed amazement
at his uncle's ugly countenance, lis more
than I can fathom.')
Perhaps 1t wasn't so deep a love as you
imagine he cannot refrain from saying
q pr0pOs his uncle's last remark, with the
view to taking him down a peg.
ut was, sir" says the Squire, sternly. SIT
was the love of a lifetime. People may
doubt as they will, but l know no love has
superseded it"
"Oh, he is III his dotage" thinks Brian,
disgustedly; and, rising from the table, he
makes a few more trivial remarks, and then
walks from the %dining-room on to the bal
cony, and too the garden beneath.
Finding his friend Kelly in an ivied bower,
lost in u cigar, and possibly, though inn
probably, in improving meditation, he Is
careful not to disturb him, but, making a
successful detour, escapes his notice. and
turns his face toward that part of Coole
that is connected with Moyne by means of
the river.
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At Moyne, too, dinner has come to an end.
and, tempted by the beauty of the quiet
evening, the two old ladies and the children
have strolled into the twilit garden.
There is a strange and sweet hush in the
ARA stiffness full of life-but slumberous
life. The music of streams can be heard,
and a distant murlnur from the ocean; but
the birds have got their heads beneath their
wings, and the rising night wind wooes
them all In vain.
Shadows numberless are lying in misty
corners; the daylight fingers yet, as though
loath to quit us and sink into eternal night.
1t is an eve Of "holiest mood" full OF tran
guilty and absolute calm.
1T Is that hour Of quiet ecstasy.
Whom every rustllng wind that passes by
Inc sleeping leaf makes busiest minstrclsy."
you are silent, PRISCILLA" says Miss
Penelope, CHANGING al her.
a'ays recalls Katherine; and yesterday that
,meeting,-all has helped to bring the past
most wildly before me-
"Ah, dear, yes" said Mss Penelope, re-
garling her with a furtive buttender glance.
"How mast he have felt, when he thought
what grief he brought to her young lifem
You are talking of mothcr?." asks Kit,
suddenly, letting her large dark eyes rest CT.
Miss Penelope's face, rs though searching
for laten. madness there.
YES, my dear, of course"
"He would not has dared so to treat her
hal her father been alive, Or had we been
blessed with q BROTHER" says Miss Priscilla,
sternly. "Iie proved himself q bastard and
a coward"
perhaps there was soma mistake says
Monica, timidly, plneking a pale blossom
and pretending to admire 1t.
"Nn, no. We believe he contracted an
affection for some other girl. and fos her
sake Tilted your mother. If so, %rctribution
swift anil proper followed on his perfidy,
becaHS, he brought no wife later onto grace
his home. Doubtless he was betrayed in
his turn. That was only just"
There seems to be r.ason in that con-
lecture" says Miss Penelope, because he
went abroad almost Immediately. l saw
lin shortly before he left the country, and
he was then quite a brokendown man. He
must have taken his o,ln misfortune greatly
to heart.
unccmpromisinsly. HE deseryedno greater
luck. Your mother suffered SO much at his
hands that size almost lost her health. I
don't believe she ever got over 1t"
On, yes, she did, says Terry, suddenly;
"she got over IL mcommonly we'll. We
didn't know who MI. Desmond was then, of
course; but knSy she used to make quite
q joke of him."
~ joker says Miss Priscilla, in an awful
tone.
Yes, regular fun, you know goes on
Terence, %undaun.cd. Zone day she was tell
Ing ktllcr some old story about Mr.. Des.
raonl, q good thing she called 1t, and she
was laughing heartily; but he wasn't. and
When she had finished, L remember, he said
something to her about want of 'delic.cy of
feeling or something like that"
u was there" says Kit, in her high treble.
lie said, too, she ought to be ashamed Of
herself"
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"Oa, That was nothing says Mr.. Beres-
ford, airily. "Father and mother never
agreed for a moment; they were always
s1uabbllng from the time they got up till
they went to bed again."
Inc Misses Blake have turned quite pale.
ference, how can You speak SO Of your
sainted mother" says Miss Penelope. ppm
sure, from her letters to us. she was a most
devoted mother and wife, and, indeed, sacri-
iced her every wish and pleasure to yours"
l never Knew it cost her so much to keep
G,cdD from U.S. says Terence. IF she was
dying for our society, she must indeed have
Sacrlhced herself, because she made it tile
business of her life to avoid lis from morn
to dewy eve"
Doubtless she had her duties,'' says Miss
Penelope, In aYoice of suppressed fear.
what Is she going to hear next? what are
these dreadful children going to say?g
Perhaps she had," says Terence. IF so,
they didn't agree with her, as she was ali
ways in n bad temper. She used to giyesit
to papa right and left, until lie didn't dare
call his soul his own. When L marry, l shall
take yerygooa car: my wife doesn't lead
me the life my mother led my father
Four wife: who'd marry Uouset says Kit,
scoi1ifully, whic, interludo gives the dis.
clssion u rest for n little time. But soon
they return to the charge.
Your mother when here had. an angelic
temper says Miss Penelope. Miss Pris-
ella NIL this time seems incarah az Sneecln