The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-08-05

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she would never rest, she would seek
no enjoyment, take no interest in any
pursuit, until the perpetrator of that
d~astardly crime was dragged into light.
When his deed could no longer shadow
another man.
After all, DUnstan owed it to himself
and to the friends hi had faith in
him, that his innocence shoul be es-
tablished beyond doubt; that he should
use his utmost endeavors to bring the
guilt home to the murderer of Richard
COTE.
AS she looked steadfastly nto the
duh red glow of the burning wood, she
eemed to see into Il world of her own
creation. where, her hero having con-
quered the dark doubts and heavy mis-
fortune hat a waylaid him, stepped
into the gloriied light that showed his
innocence to the world. And becoming
impatient for that time, She said aloud,
as she turned toward him:
You will soon be strong enough 10
begin"
My work." lie suggested.
YES" she replied, not doubling that
the work he referred to and that OF
which she thought We're. N II the
same. Yes, your search for the man
who murdered
Where or how am I to begin my
search?" he asked in a o of heavy
hopelessness, of miserable weakness.
"Once you have started, some inward
sense will guide you
"Oh, l can hardly think that" he
demurred.
Murder will out
sit doesn't always. a leading article
in one of yesterdays papers spoke of
the number of recent murder that re-
main mysteries. l daresay that saying
held good in clden times, when men
\l-ara lont ca CEilla1 in, 1iScip,,l1atjn and
had less opportunities for hiding them
selves"
You mustn't let such thoughts dis
courage you she urged.
They don't" he answered in a tone
that puzzled and silenced her.
Then lookins suddenly up and CLAN
cling toward the piano. he abruptly ask
ed her to play, for, like herself. he was
p~assionately fond of and easily moved
by music; and since his illness it had
been his greatest solace to hear Roma's
sympathetic Interpretation of the SON
atlas. preludes and nocturnes of
Beethoven. Mozart and Chopin.
Though his request interrupted a con-
versation she would have liked to con-
tinue, she Went at once to the instru-
ment.
What shall it beg" she asked, turn
ing over a pile of music.
II feel in the humor for Chopin; there
is no one like MN
81 will play the first n%octurne."
Nothing he has written appeals to
me SO much" he answered.
Roma had heretofore felt intense
pleasure in playing to him; for in this
way her suppressed feelings had found
some outlet, and through h passion
ate. e%ndearing or appealing passages
she a expressed the secret emotions
of her heart Which her lips dared not
speak nor her eyes betray. But this
afternoon she was too much impressed
by the painful possibilities hat might
await his future life, too much disap-
pointed by his seeming Indifference to
his own fair fame. to feel otherwise
thar regretful, impatient and d~issatis-
fed.
She had scarcely finished the last
haunting notes when, unable to control
herself, she went quickly to his side,
and as if their talk had been inter-
rupted, said:
Surely you won't give up hope: you
mean to search until you have found
HING"
In her cheeks, usually SC wan, a deep
glow burned; and her eyes, blue as the
sea by southern shores, were fixed on
him p~enetratingly, imploringly.
What is the use?" he replied. How
am 1 to succeed where trained and ex-
%perienced men like the detectives have
failed?'
But to them it is not a personal con-
Germ, While to you-'
THAT is true" he interrupted impa-
tiently.
You have an incentive to work
which they have not" she said, return
ing to the charge. You would seize
upon trifles thai they might overlook;
leave off; besides, they labor to earn SO
much a week, while you object would
be to find the man for whose crime you
We're tried
"And acquitted" he quickly inter
rupted her by saying, while his hands
opend n shut nervously on the arms
Of his chair. Then. after a pause. he
added in a low voice. My friends, those
by whom / am surrounded n who are
my world, have never doubted my limo.
cence."
ooh, no, no." she replied hurriedly,
But some day
She was thinking of the wife who
would bear his name, Of the children
who might call him father, but she
could not tell him this, n pre-
sumably he did not consider it,.
Some day." he said, repeating hel
words interrogatively.
You may wish you had striven tc
discover the murderer
His gray eyes were fixed on the dis
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a certain weird and haunted expression
to his face. If my friends believe
me innocent, what does it matter what
others Think" he asked YEARLY.
Forgive me-" she said, fearing she
had distressed him.
I'VE will not speak of 1T again. he
said with gentle decision.
When l am well 1 will take up my
work again." Dunstan told her. my
appearance is so altered since my ill.
ness that few would recognize me, ant
Imay change my name and go abroad
mo, no." Roma implored. Don
change your name. 1t would look a!
If you were ashamed to Dear it; anc
don't go abroad as If you would fl,
from your own country, but stay here
wait"
For what?" III asked almost irri
tably. for what am l to wait"
Until the crime is traced, until jus
tice is done YOU" she said, her Sc;
blue eyes liked on his im~ploringly; 70
that moment she imagined it would b,
impossible to endure his absence, nov
that she had become so accustomed t.
be nea him.
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