The Harrison times. (Harrison, Boone Co., Ark) 1876-1938, 1882-12-02
The Governors Story.

The Governors Story.
We were very poor, said the Gov
ernor my mother and [. We lived
in little cabin on Gen. Linton's
farm, and saw a hard umo. Ny
father had died when | was is years
old, leaving us nothing but an hon.
est reputation, and, although was
stout and hearty, my wages were
very low, and / had to toll late and
earl y to provide the Eecessarios OF
life. But | suppose would have
been happy and eontented enough ;
that Is, as much as we unsatisiied
mortals usually are, il it hadn't been
for woman. | don't know why
it was that Helen Linton made such
an impression on me, for she had by
no means those great and noble
qualities by which men as II general
thing are attracted to the opposite
sex. On the contrary, she was
proud, arrogant aud oyerbearmg,
and | was confident if she thought
of me at all, it was with feelings OF
contempt and disdain alone.
Not ON aseountsoi my personal APP,
pearancc, it is true, for though |
was rough and uncuIlivatod, and
my hands were hard with excessive
toll, still | had wonderful strength
and great agility, and my eyes and
hair were as dark as midnight, and
many said that L was handsome.
But | was poor and she was veal,
thy. | was Gen. Unions hired
hand and she was Gen. Liton's
daughter and 1T was the old, old
story. 1t must have been her be-
wiIdcring beauty that drow me
more and moro toward me, for she
was q quconly.looking girl, with
flashing eyes and magnificent dark,
brown hair, and a form tall, and
and majestic, and stately. But, how
ever it might have been, | am GER
tain of one thing, and that is, that !
learned to love her with madden
ing, painful, consuming passion that
seemed about to devOur my whole
being. | tried very hard to smoth-
er it and to drive her image from
my heart | knew | might as well
think OF plucking down the moon
or the stars as to have dared to
aspire to her hand.
But it was all no avail ; the more
| struggled the more | became en-
tangled. In the morning, noon and
night there was but one face that |
saw, and but ono voice that | heard,
and that was the face and the voice
of Helen Linton. What was worst
of all, to me, in scme way she dis.
covered my secret. How | can
hardly tell. Tboy say murder will
out, and the Same can most assured.
ly be said about love. | had never
spoken about it to any one, not even
my mother, and, rs to Helen, | had
scarcely ever spoken to her on any
subject. 1t is true that sometimes
she would give me instructions in
regard to tho 0ower.gardon, which
Gen. Linton had selected me to
manage, having, rs he said, more
opinion Of my taste in such matters
than any Of the best Of bis work
men, but she never condoscended
further. l worshiped her like a star
from atar off, and knew tho distance
between us to DO ia wide and as i'm.
passablc.
One day she came into the garden
when ] was at work there, and, i'm
PEELED by some unknown power, as
it were, ] gathered and presented tc
her choice boquot of lowersj anC
whether it was from my guilty
looks that she then discovered all
and determined to check me in tho
beginning, or whether she had al
ready probod to the depths Of my
heart and thought | WINS prosump
tuoua. | know not. hut certain il IL