The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-11-04

when | see my mothers photo
graphs in the shop windows and her
books on the railway stalls. / feel that
all the world must know U.S." remarked
Veronica with an air OF abstraction.
And yet I probably never SHOULD
have written II necessity had not COM
PEELED me-" the authoress said grave
What a lucky necessity" Galbraith
answered.
y sudden silence fell upon the table.
Mrs. Dumbarton bowed her head. Va
%le.ius. conscious that he had made an
Inappropriate remark. became con-
to the other inquiringly.
My sole reason for referring to the
necessity for work." the authoress re-
mark, was to point a moral. which is,
we never know what we can do until
we try, Now apply that moral to
yourself, Valerius."
IT'S too late"
How do you know" Olive Dunn
barton persisted, her low, gentle voice
full of earnestness. "You have talent,
though In what direction it lies I can't
say. You have seen the world. You
have rich stores of experience. There
are your materials, begin to use them,
make Il career for YOURSELF"
AT my age?"
NOW is the time when your gifts are
ripe. DO something which will advance
yourself, or better still, which will help
your fellow men. That way lies hap
piness."
II was born lazy"
No: but o were spoilt by having
from the first, more money thar you
needed"
You are wrong; 1t was not that
which spoiled me-" he answered. a
ing which h could not mistake. under
lying his words.
And once more silence fell upon the
table. while !Galbra!th emptled his
glass, and a faint color crept into
Olive Dumbarton's face.
Presently she rose. saying:
Would you not rather smoke your
cigarette with US in the drawing room,
than sit here alone?"
Very much" he responded quietly,
and he rose likewise.
There. was something OF regret and
s~elf-rep:oach in his voice which she
understood n appreciated. The low
rooted. yellow-walled drawing room,
was half in shadow as they entered,
and both felt glad OF the repose 1t lent.
"A glow Of freight nickered on the
which they seated themselves. Mrs.
Dumbarton with an air Of languor.
Her figure was rather .all and some
what thin. but without angularity, and
With a grace Of movement that was a
charm in itself. Her face. more long
than oval. with irregular features. and
a sallow complexion. was lighted by
large, gray-blue eyes. thoughtful al
most to gravity. Intelligent. inquiring.
trustful, and so clear that one seemed
TO look through them into a soul stirred
by many longings; truthful. aspiring.
honest and pure. dreeding no scrutiny.
harboring no evil. desiring but good.
The thick masses OF hair brushed from
her Wild forehead were lightly
streaked with gray above the temples.
She declined the coffee when served.
i dare not drink 1t after 4 O'Clock.
or l should be stretched all night upon
q rack" she explained.
"Of thought?" he suggested, raising
his eye to hers.
Yes, l sleep badly"
II felt sure you We're unwell. You
have worked too hard"
Il am always like this when I have
come to the end Of a book. writing Is
such a strain upon the nerves."
Il have seldom seen you look so ILL.,"
he remarked gravely.
70 the past week / have been ter
ribly depressed without apparent cause
The very silence of the house weighed
me. The atmosphere doomed full
OF tragedies: II seemed as II something
dreadful might happen at any mo-
ment, or every hour"
Over wrought nerves. I wish you
were both coming with me to Egypt.
Think Of It, I'll put off my journey
to suit your convenience. 1t will do you
all the good in the world. Comet"
Impossible. Next month Veronica
! am 10 fond"
The present is the time you most
need change" he urged earnestly.
How delightful. We should see the
pyramids. and camels and the DESERT"
said Veronica. her face Frightening.
not leave home at present." replied
the authoress. Perhaps next year"
Better come now" interrupted Va
lsrius. Who knows what may happen
between this and next year,"
who knows?" she repeated absent
do come"
Y cannot. And now. Veronica, your
hour has struck" said Mrs. rton.
looking at the clock.
The girl rose without q murmur.
Good night, mother dear" she said.
Good night, my darling. INC may
God bless you'll"
1T will be good night and good
by to me-" said Galbraith, az bending
down he kissed the girls forehead.
ITO think" said Mrs. Dumbarton. as
the door closed upon her daughter.
that she Is Just seventeen-that age
at which I was married. It was wrong
to sanction such a marriage; what was
l but a child who did not know my own
mind?"
But nothing would dissuade YOU
from marrying him. Surely you cam
not forget how tried-how your
mother"
Yes. I know" she replied with a
movement of impotence, and how
I have suffered for my obstinacy. The
punishment seems out OF proportion 20
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