Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1879-05-03

So the summer passed, and autumn,
with its softened sunshine, dying beauty
and weird melodies came, rounding the
year since Louis Aston left his home.
A year, The pale woman, standing
where he had kissed his pretty wife
good-by, looking so sadly unlike her
former self, asked her aching heart how
many long, long years like this ere life's
hold must be loosed from earth, and
the years to come looked dreary indeed.
Once during the winter that followed
came a too officious friend, who babe
her be comforted.
81 have been where Louis was," said
he, sand learned all about the girl he
went away with. She is silly, heart
less creature, and people said there was
no doubt she would leave Mr.. Aston if
his health or money should fail. 1t
will be strange if he isn't poor man
before many years 60 by, for he
had become very reckless with
his property, and then he will see how
much his new love cares for him. He
will receive his due reward, and you
will be revenged, never fear"
81 do not crave revenge" was the
only reply of the true-hearted wife, and
in the night watches she sobbed on her
wakeful pillow, "God have pity for
him, wherever he is! "
By and by the child sickened, and for
time the mother forgot all else.
ats only cold" the good neigh
bors said; "he'll be well in a day or
two" But the little one grew no bet
ter. There was brief, sharp strug-
gle with the Destroyer, then the baby
hands fell helpless down, and the sun
ny life was yielded.
She was alone-poor Rosalie Aston!
with only that sweet dead face and
tiny, cold form, and that beautiful pic
tured face of the absent one-Only
these left of her treasures. Yet not
alone for nearer to the torn heart came
tine presence of the Infinite sympathy
and love; over the weary, impatient
spirit fell something of the peace of that
land wherein her babe was safe.
ats wonderful how she bears her
trouble" said the doctors wife across
the way; "such a frail little creature,
too"
"Yes; I'm afraid sometimes she'll
not be long with US, though" replied
the next-door ne'ghbor. "She does
not say any thing about Mr.. Aston, but
| doubt if there's ever a moment when
he's out of her mind"
"You don't think she would forgive
him if he should come back? She has
too much spirit for that"
"She has spirit enough, to be sure;
but hers is the true spirit. she has the
nobility that forgives the deepest
wrongs. She's worth a dozen like Lou
Aston, any day."
"Yes, he wrote the truth, surely,
when he said he was not worthy of
her."
"But / believe his desertion will
grieve her life away. She is no more
like the pretty rosy girl he brought here
than white violet is like q rose," and
the tender hearted woman wiped her
spectacles to take look over at the
tasteful dwelling of the lonely sister
woman, for whom her kind heart ached
daily.
"Poor, lonesome child" she sighed.
"If Lou Aston thinks he has found q
better love than hers, he is mistaken"
There was never an hour of wakeful-
ness, in which she did not remember
him. Her soul never lost its longing
for him. And the springtime coming
again, with its beauty and music, drop
ped none of the old-time life and joy for
her, from its perfumed wings, as it pass
ed, for the snow of chill despair still lay
over that year-old grave. where her
hearts fondest trust had been laid, and
on the turf over that little mound in the
village cemetery, so precious to her, the
grass had never been green.
81 must go away from here" she
thought, as the summer deepened. 81
must find work to do. / am wasting
time and losing energies that might be
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