The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1905-04-28

7 Vel The plain truth. / Mas too aercr!y
mad to handy words with him
What made YOU mad, Monsieur
John@"
Twas his ,hrea, to mcto taint me
With my fathers outlawry, no You
greatly blame me, Marscry3!"
Thereat a silence am and sat he
tween us, and / fell To loving her tho
more because of it. but when she spoke
l always v her more for speaking.
My father has had little peace since
coming here" she said at length. He
is old and mono too We'll. and as for
king and congress. asks nothing hu;
his right to hold aloof. And this they
VIII not give him"
Remembering that Jeunifer had told
me OF Gilbert Stairs trimming, l smiled
within.
That is the way of all the world in
wartime. ma petite. n partisan may
suffer once for all, but both sides hold a
neutral lawful prey"
Twas as the spark to finder; my
word the spark in her eyes the am
Swering flash.
Il tell him So" she cried. II tell him
always that the king will have his own
again. But still he halts and hcsitates:
and when these rebels come and quar-
ter on us
L fear she must have seen my inward
smile this time, for she broke off in the
midst. and made haste to forestall her
flying out at me.
oh. come, my dear: YOU should not
be SO fierce With him when you yourself
have brought Il rebel to his house to
nurse alive"
She looked me fairly il the eye. You
o be the last to remind me of my
treason, Monsieur John"
Then you are free to call it treason,
are YOU. MargerVn' said.
She looked away from me again.
How can 1T Well be less than treason"
Then suddenly she turned and clasped
her hands upon my knee. You must
not be too hard on me. Monsieur John.
I've tried to do my duty as ! saw it.
and | have asked no questions. And
yet l know much more than you have
told me-
What do YOU know"
Il know yoIr wound has been your
safety. If you should leave this room
! and house today you would never wear
, the buff and blue again, Captain Ire
ton"
You mean they would hang me for n
spy. Will you believe me. Margery. il
l say l have not set Worn the buff and
blue at all%"
OH The little exclamation was of
pure delight. Then they We're all mis-
taken? YOU are no rebel. after all?!"
Was ever man so tempted since the
fall of Adam? AS ! have writ it down
for you In measured words. | was no
more than half a patriot at this time.
And love has made more traitors than
its opposites of lust or greed. In no
uncertain sense l Was a man without a
country; and this fair maiden on the
hassock at my feet WAS all the world
to me. l saw in briefcr time than any
clock hands ever measured how much
a yielding word might do for me: and
then | thought of Richard Jennifer and
was myself again.
Nay, little one,' I said. there has
been no mistake. For their own pur-
poses my enemies have passed the
word that / am here as the Baron de
Kalb's paid spy. That is no mistake;
It's a lie cut out OF whole cloth. came
here straight from New Berne. and
back of that from London and the
continent. and scarcely know the buff
and blue by sight. But j am Carolina
bolsl. dear lady land this King Georges
governor hanged my father. So, when
God gives me strength to mount and
ride"
then. like lightning: Will you raise a
band of rebels and come and a TX your
own again"
You know ] will not" l protested. so
gravely that she laughed again, though
now there We're tears, from what we'll
spring OF emot!ol l Knew not, IN ncf
eyes.
"oh, mercy me! Have you never
one little grain of Imagination,
Monsieur John? You are too mon
strous literal for our poor jesting age"
Then she sobcred quickly and added this:
And yet l fear that tins is what my
father fears
I did not tell her hat he might have
feared 1t once with! reason. or that now
the houseless dog she petted should have
l.fe of Ire though mine enemy should
sick him on. But ] did say her father
had no present cause to dread me.
HE thinks he has. And surrey there
is cause enough" she added.
/ smiled. and, loving her the more for
her fairness, must smile again.
Nay, you have changed all that. dear
lady. Truly, | did at first fly out at him
and all concerned for what has made me
a poor pensloner in my fathers house
or rather in the house that was my IA
Tiers. But that was while the hurt was
new. / have been a soldie. of fortune too
long to think of the loss of .Ap-
pleby Hundred. Twas my fathers. GER
tainly; but twas never nine"
"And %yet-and yet it should be yours.
John %Ireton." She said it bravely. with
uplifted face and eloquent eyes that one
who ran might read.
Continued Next Week.)
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