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


when ( should he alone And who, ths
prizes, had told ma MI ths news n,
large. we came again ,n sne,l or M,
serv. N ""'
II 20 and com, ,b,,,rh all ,his h,r
| l.riand." he said w.,.n /, oshaa hJ,,,
how and why no rnn,e Ia Annlehy u,.,
dred. but it Was man.saiie.s m,.ss.".
brought mo here. Sb, is my owe l,n,h
In ali this region. ana i wou,a iourmnv
Tar 10 see he"
| wondered pointedly at this. for i'm
that day the west was iercely protest
ant and the mother church had scanty
footing i'm the borierland.
but Mistress A,irgc.y is not a Cath.
olic." said l.
His look fors.ve the protest in the
words.
Indeed she is. my son. Has she
not told YOU"
Now truly she had not told me SO in
any measured word or phrase. and vet
| might have guessed it. since she had
often spoken lovingly of this same Ia
ther Matthew. And yet ii was incred-
ible to me.
But howl do not understand how
that can be-" l stammered. surely.
She TOLD me she was of Huguenot blood
on the mothers side. and that is"
The ~missionary's smile was lenient
still. but full of meaning.
Not all who wander from the Cath
Ollie fold are lost forever, Captain Ire
ton. The mother of this demoiselle
lived all her life n Protestant. l think,
but when she came to die she sent for
me. And that is how her child WAS
sent to France and grew up convent
bred. Monsieur Stain gave his promise
at the mothers d%eathbed, and though
he liked it not. he kept it."
Aha. l see. And for this single lamb
of Your scant fold YOU brave the terrors
of our hereto backwoodso Ii does YOU
credit. Father Matthew. The war fills
all horizons now, mayhap. but l have
seen the time in Mecklcnburg when
your cassock would have been a chal-
ienge to the mob"
His smile was quite devoid of bitter
ness. The time has not yet passed."
he said. gently. II have been six weeks
on the way from Maryland hither, hid
ing in the forest by day and faring on
at night. Indeed, l was in hiding on
Il n~eighboring plantation when ou,
dentoiselle's messenger found me-"
This put me keen upon remembering
what had gone before; how he had said
at first that she had sent for him. |
thought it strange. knowing how peril
Gus the time and place must be for
such as he. But not until he rose and.
bidding me go%od-day. left me to my
self. did | so much as guess the thing
his coming meant. When I had guessed
it: when | nut his to thatcher telling
me Sir Francis had proposed for her.
and this her sending for the priest
the madness of nv love for her was as
aug compared to that anger which
seized and racked me.
know not how the hours of this
black dav were made to come and 90.
grinding me 10 dust and ashes i'm their
passage, vet leavinc me alive and keen
to suffer at the end.
A thousand times that day l lived i'm
torment through the scene in which
the priest had doubtless come to play
his part OF Joiner. The stage for il
would he the great room fronting
south; the room my fathe- used to
call our castle. For guests I thought
there would be space enough and some
to spare. for. as YOU know, orr Neck
lenburg was patriot to he core. Rnt
as to this. the bridecroom's trooners
might fiji out the tale. and in my heat
ed fancy | could see them crouped he
meath the candle-sconces with belts
and baldrics fresh pipe-clayed. and
shal5os dotted. and sabretaches we'll i'm
front. "a man full grown-a soldier"
she had said: and trooper guests we're
fitting in such case.
From serving in a Catholic land /
knew the customs of the mother
church. So | could see the priest in
cassock. alb and stole as he would
stand before some makeshift altar lit
with candles. And as ne stands they
come to kneel before him: INV winSOme