The Russellville Democrat., 1881-04-28

glance at her told me all. Nothing bn
 Wares return could have brought sucl glad look back again to her eyes.
 Oh, Sally" she aaid, putting hel arms about me and kissing me between every word, Ware has come back, anC ---and--lf you believe it, he has brought me daughter! He is marriedp'
 l listened in breathless amazement Ware home and marriedl Would won ders ever cease? At last l found my voice, and, strange to say, so queer . thing is human nature, l felt for the moment so vexed at Wares having Jeff ! us all this time in ignorance of his whereabouts, and crying our eyes out about him, while he was amusing him. self in making love and getting married that blurted out impulsively
 "Then all I've got to say is. Cousin Ware has doRe fine thing! I've lost my respect for him forever"
 Hush, Sally" said auntie, laying her fingers on my lips, don't say anything vou'll be sorry for. Ton know you love Ware most as we'll as I do"
 And that makes it worse"
 The restraining hand succeeded in stopping me before had concluded my sentence, and auntie said, gently:
 Ware has passed through great peril, Sally, and is now nothing but shadow, The girl who is now his wife was the means of saving his precious life, and they would not have been married so soon had it not been that Ware longed so for home, and could not travel alone. A letter was sent to me when he first recovered consciousness so as to give in- telligent directions as to his name and home. But as the mail route was far away from the cabin where Ware found refuge, he thinks the man to whom it was intrusted must have fallen into the hands of Indians and been either made a prisoner or scalped or tortured to death according to their heathenish customs.
 "Ohl Auntie, Pm so sorry I spoke 70 harshly of poor Ware. Where is he and-and--his wife?"
 I uttered that last query with sudden shyness, for what kind of a person could this young woman be? Would we all be very. much ashamed of her? For "cab- in,"-yes, that was auntie's own word is, to my thinking, about as large as fath- er's granary; and one does not expect much of anybody who has been brought up in such way But auntie said, quite eagerly: E
 "Go into the parlor, Sally, and well come them both just as cordially as you can. Mind, now, don't be distant to the poor girl. She has put faith in stran- ger. and his kinfolk must try and make up for what she has left behind her."
 Never fear, auntie," 1 answered reas- suringly, full of laudable desire to prove myself an obedient neice, and also as kind-hearted and philanthropic as a girl brought up in Christian land ought to be to standardization, such as fully expected to find in the person of my new relative.
 But all premeditated action was put to flight when 1 saw Ware lying on the so- ia. wasted away to shadow of his for mer self, and when he said, in response to my cry of "Oh Warer' accompanied by burst of tears which could not re- strain:
 Don't cry, Sally; it isn't so bad as you think, for I'm on the road to recovery through the unwearied care of one whom you must reward with your love for it."
 As he said this he put one wasted arm aroTnd his wife's waist and drew her forward.
 A semi barbarian indeed, I stood for a moment drying my eyes, and trying to realize that l was not in a dream. If cabins always hold such beauties, it's pity everybody couldn't have lived in one, E&
 Great, blue, limpid eyes-hair like golden floss, lips like cleft rosebuds, and a figure so straight and lissom in it's pli- ant curves that one forgot to wonder at her quaint, old-fashioned dress, which looked as though it might have been worn by some good, old-time dame in days.
 I, as usual obeyed my first impulse, and put my arms around her, and gave her hearty kiss.
 q will love you dearly if you will only let me-" said. q have always longed to have girl cousin" EE
 That's my own little Sally" qnayered Wares feeble voice. q tsld Annis what a trump you were"
 Annis' sweet lips qrlivered as she side, and tears welled up into her eyes. She was evidently as afieetionate as she was pretty.
 Now if Ray would only come back, what happy hearted Sally I'd be again:
 April ]. The month of smiles and tears is back again, and so is Ray. l shed my share of tears last month, and it's my turn to smile now.
 All is right between Ray and me, and we are to be married in the month of roses" He meant to stay away forever, but he says he couldn't live without sight of my face, even if it did look so eold and distant
 The oddest thing of all is that Ware'e wife is perfect rdUd GUiS to our society, even if she was cabin-bred. lfyou be- ieve it, she is good Latin and Greek and old Dr. Brown, our minister, s delighted with her. Her father was lne of those strange men who are born 70 gifts of fortune and turn their backs lpon them. He was a regular misan hropo, and chose to live ill the wilds of he wilderness with his family. But he appreciated books, and taught their love 70 his daughter before he died. Her death had preceded his own, so Annis was alone in the world as to rela- ions when she met Ware. She had been offered home for the winter by Sindly couple who took compassion on ler loneliness after her father was taken rom her.
 It seems ordained by fate that she and Ware should have met.
 He did fall in with Indians, and they were decked out in their war-paint too. But Ware is splendid skater, and he 1ad just fastened his skates on to try his ikill on a frozen sheet of water when he 'ound himself surrounded That is how le became separated from his party. In his amazement and confusion he turned he wrong way, and by that means was