Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-01-27
CHAPTER xr.

CHAPTER Xf.
II Is ten o'clock, and as lovely night az
ever overhung the earth. The moon Il al
Its fullest. the wind has fallen, al Is calm
as heaven itself, through which Dictynna's
lmclouded grandeur rolls
The Misses Blake, fatigued Nv their un-
usual dissipation, ordered an eaFlyrout an
hour agone, whereby bedroom candlestcks
were In demand at nine Oh half past nine
O'Clock.
Now, In Monica's room, Kit Is standing by
tho open window, gn2lng In raptadmiration
at the dew-spangled garden beneath Like
diamonds glitter the grass and the flowers
beneath the kiss OF the queen OF night
Mo0nbeams are playing In The roses and
wrestling IN the lilies, and rocking To and
fro upon tho bosom of the stream
There Is a peace unspeakable on all
around. One holds ones breath and feels
Q longing painful In IT'S intensity as one
drinks in the beauty OF the earth and sky.
FIwere llcG0cgt TO be assured OF love on such
night as this
Stars make the vault above SO fine that ali
the world, methinks, should be In love with
! night and pay no worship 10 the gaTlsh sun.
There Is a rush Of feeling In the alr,--a
promise OF better things to come, -of hope,
OF glad desire, OF sweet love perfected
How lovely niglE it's n says Kit, lean
Ing far out Of the window, and gazing west
ward. She Is at heart born artist with a
mind, indeed, too full OF strange, weird
thoughts at times to augur well for the hap
piness OF her future. Like many of her Irish
race, she Is dreamy poetical --intense at
one moment, gay wild, impulsye the next.
See what a food OF light there Is on
everythlngr she says, "Bdthed In noon
light,n what good thought was thatl
Monica, when'I am as old as yolb In very
few short years shRll be poet.
No, you won't, darling; you will bea
musician. Sec what fairies lie beneath your
fingers even now when you touch the piano
or violin; be content, then, with your great
gift, which most surely Is yours, And TO
me, indeed, Il seems a grander thing to thrill
and enchaln and draw toyoIr feetall hearts
by the power Of harmony that dwells with
IN you, than by the divine gift Of song that
| poets have"
but their songs arc harmony" says the
child, turning quickly to her,
LAY, the Interpretation OF Ii, but you have
Its very breath. No; search the world over,
and You will find nothing SO powerful to
I affect the souls Of all as music.
Well some day shall want to do sorie-
thing, says Kit, vaguely; and then she
turns to the window again, and lets her
mind wander and lose itself inamute sonata
10 the fair Isis throned above.
"It draws me, she says, presently, rising
Slowly and addressing Monica, but always
with her gaze fixed upon the sleeping gar
den down below. 1t Is so BRIGHT $50 ciear.n
what Kit2n
HTie moonlight must, restlcssly, go
down into 1t for little moment, or shall
not sleep through longing for ii.
But the doors are closed E9y dearest and
Aunt Priscilla Is IN bed, and s. are the SER
wants.
so much the better can draw the bolts
myself without being questIOn-l. You said
just now gayly, ~ have fairy beneatll
my fingers. Think i have MONETARY In
my heart, because loye Is So"
Stay here with me, then, and worship 1t
sensibly from my window
"Whatl do you look for sense IN moon.
struck madnessg No; shall SO down to
| my scented garden have a fancy ] cam
not conquer to walk into that tiny flame
| white path Of moonlight over there near the
hedge, Do yo1 see it?'
tYes. Well, 20, II T'itania calls you, hut
soon return, and bring me q Hly-I too,
have fancy, you see, "a tail lily, fresh with
dew and moonshine.r
lyon sliall have the tallest, the prettiest I
can find says Kit from thedo0rway, where
She stands framed upknowingly, looking
such slender, ethereal creature with eyes
too large for her small face, that Monica,
| with ii sudden pang of fear, goes swiftly up
t0heE and, pre- sing her to her heart, holds
her 50 for a moment
n know wIaatyOu are thinkiagn now, says
Kit, with another laugh, that 4 shall die
early.
s.Ritl Kitg'
sycs. lgnt II stranger can read most
peoples thoughts But be happy about me.
I look fragile, know, but ! shall not aleaR-
XII ain Quitea respectable age. Not q MD
eOaza ass you viii understand, but with my
hair and teeth intact One keeps one's hair
untIl forsy; doesn't oneg''
VI don't know. I'm no. forty" says MOni-
cas But hurry. hurry out Of the garden,
because the dew Is falling
Down the dark staircase, through the
darker halls, into the brilliant moonlight
goes Kit The wind, soft as satin, plays
about her pretty br0gs and negtles through
her hair, rcwaidnlg itself thus for its EN-
foird qniet 81 an hour ago Reyeiing In
tie freedom She has gained, Kltenters the
EhiUel flku foOhd t1tlkSRt itfpklllfA apOll ffes
cOmp paniDns Tho 60weIs.
Who would sleep when beauty such as
! this IS flung broadcast upon tbs eorth, walt
ing for man t0 feast his alothful eyes up-
on it9
LiEgeringly, tenderiy, Kitpasses by zach
slHnbering blossom, or gaEes into each
drowsy bel. until the noonlEt patch Of grass
she had pointed out to Monica Is az last
reached. Hare she stgnds In shadow, glanc4
Ing with COY delight AZ the tsiry,land he-
yoRd Tien she pnnges into II, and looks
Il NerItabie fairy herself, aliE5 and tall. and
beautiful and more than worthy of ME
wand She iauks
Walking sTaleit up hel silver path she
Eoes u where ihe titles grow, ID bed close
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