The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1903-06-19
On the Morning :szzs ST. )
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him. There We're other men in the
! world-men upon whom no misfortune
or disgrace had fallen. He was mad to
think of her.
How would he face the world now?
What would he do? Where could he
go?
He was free now, as other people were
free. There was no n to question or
hinder him.. He might go here or there,
or anywhere. Still he felt weak n
powerless. He had no idea as to how to
face life again. He felt himself sew
cred from everything. He vas as a
straw drifting on waters. He had no
power to guide or control his destiny.
It was a horrible thing to keep a mar
in prison for years n then cast him
out to drift.
But he stopped thinking of this.
What vas the use Of railing against
fate? He would have to do the best he
could. He would have to begin again,
somehow.
His mind was strangely clear, but he
felt so weak and powerless! And now
he began to feel tired, for he had
walked at a quick pace. And he sat
down on a bench to rest for a little and
to think. Perhaps some idea would
occur to him as to what he could do.
Els mind seemed to move in a cir
Gle, but still it was clear.
On the morning! He had often Won
dered what he would do on the morn
ing Of his leaving the prison. But the
morning had always seemed S far
away that he had never had more than
the most vague idea as to what he
might do. And then there had come a
time when he remembered nothing and
knew Of nothing but the counting Of
days. Here was the morning now!
That morning of which he had thought
years II years age. He was glad
that the sun was shining SO brightly.
1t gave him warmth and its light re-
freshed him. He had lived for such a
long time in gloom. Some of the peo-
pie who were passing looked at him
~curlousIy. But he did not care for
that. He was as free as they were.
He was free to do anything he chose!
Anything he chose! He felt weak and
powerless, but somehow he would
manage. Something fortunate might
occur to him! <
On the morning!
He vas free, and life was again be-
fore him. Life! 1t was a brave thing
to face if-if one only felt strong! He
felt so weak. But his mind was clear.
clearer. Was he getting weaker? No,
he was all right-or he would be all
right after he rested a little. II love
you" said a voice. All! 1t was the
voice Of the past coming to him again
coming to him here as he sat in the
bright sunlight. But the light was not
so strong now as it was. What was
the matter? The morning seemed to
be growing dark. It-but again the
voice came to him. II love YOU" 1t
said; 1T care not If you are guilty.
love you. I will always love you
Yes, she loved him! She had been true
to him! She was-why, there She was
coming to him! He could see her com
ing to him through the darkness. Yes
1t was dark! She was standing before
him! The woman who had always loved
him! She was
His hands suddenly fell listlessly as
he sat-his pale, weak. worn hands!
Why did you go so fast?' said g
voice. II spoke to you, but you die
not stop. We have followed you al
the way. We could barely keep you ii
sight"
Come said the woman, taking his
hands, comet
How beautiful was her face as she
smiled upon him. And her voice was
the voice Of that night years and years
ago.
He stood up and looked into hei
eyes.
And they went on their way through
the sunlight. How gloriously it was
shining!
Happiness had come to him. On the
morning.!