The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1880-11-27

him, and of the time when all waiting
would be at an end. Suddenly, sha-
dow fell before me, and looking up, l
saw him standing in the door.
well, Miss Lura," he said, lightly,
are you dreaming here alone in the twi-
light"
/ answered him carelessly, my heart
throbbing painfully, for I felt that there
was change in his manner. He sat for
an hour or so, talking cheerfully, even
gaily, and when of last he arose to go,
not one tender word or caress had I re-
eived.
''I forgot to tell you, Miss Lura, . he
said, pausing at the door, "that came
to say good-by."
Ny hand trembled and grew cold in
his.
And before going" he continued, ST
wished to thank you for your kindness to
me this summer-it is so lonely here, I
don't know what I would have done
without you! 1t is scarcely probable
that we viii ever meet again, yet be as
sured that wherever / go the remem-
brance Of this quaint old village and my
dear little brown-eyed friend will go
with mel May God bless your.
And then he stopped and touched his
lips to my hand and left me, and without
word or cry dropped to the ground,
and lay there in the long, wet grass,
with the dew about me falling, and the
cold stars coming out in the heavens to
laugh at my grief
J And there I lay all night long, my
! hands pressed to my head, and dry, tear
less means escaping my lips-my parents
1 thought was in bed-and in the early
morning, Mr.. Ashley, the new minister,
in passing, heard my moan, and carried
me up to the house.
/ His sister, Cora, has been here all the
| time I have been i'll, and is just as good
! and kind as she is beautiful.
| am sitting up, to-day, for the first
! ter, / know ] will never be WE'LL
| Ny fever has left me, but it is not that
! that is eating my life awayLfor o,
Fanny, / may as well tell you-I am
| dying!
The autumn winds will sigh over my
grave, and the winter SHOWS fall upon i'll
1 I feel It'll know it!
Yet 1 hold not one bitter, reproachful
| thought against htm-the man lovei /
will love him, and be true to the last
moment of my life, and if should lin
ger here ten years, and he should return,
he would find me still waiting for him
ready to forgive and forgotten L prom
ised to be true, and I pW be--true as
steeL But alas! it will not be for long!
Another month, and I will have passed
away-Deepdale will know me no more!
And some clear, bright morning when
the sun is shining, and the robins sing
ing, and the rose-leaves falling away,
they will carry little Lura out and lay
her down to rest under the maple at the
gate where he kissed mel think, per-
haps, If I lie there, I can see the sun
light come through the leaves in the
morning, and the moombeams at night
even though am dead can, perhaps,
hear the robbins singing ini the branches
above me, or the crickets chirping in the
grassL may even inhale the sweet fra
GRANGE of the hyacinthes and sweet vio-
lets, which must be planted by my grave,
because he loved them And, now, !
fancy / can hear the minister's voice
tremble, as he says, "Ashes to ashes, and
dust to dust, " over "brown-eyed Lura-
aged l8"-that will be upon my tomb
stone.
But, Fanny, dear, I must close; will
write once more to say fareareH!
Yours forever, LURA.