The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-28

One day we had a quarrel. think she asked me something and told her the truth, but she doubted me. Words were passed and closed the interview by say ing: Then would not talk to any one whose word doubted.' She took me at what said and for weeks never saw her. Finally we came together again, but it was not as of old. Vacation came and she left for her home. remember our parting only to give anew the painful thought. In the autumn she came again, but the old feeling of disa- greement was apparent and we could not be friends, it seemed. Near the beginning of the new year came a severe spell of illness that prossrated her for weeks. During her illness saw or inquired ofher daily. And when disease had stayed itself, and she became well, we again took our long neglected walks. One night called to see her; l told her what l had long intended to tell her, and she met me kindly. That night as held her in my arms, while the tears coursed down he cheeks, told her of my love, and asked her to be mine. Her answer was yes and the kiss she gave me told me il was meant to be kept. told her was young. and asked her to wait. and she said she would. Weeks flew by and tried to give her all the attention could. life seemed new to me. When she was near me was happy, loved her dearly, but although trusted her fully, yet I found myself at times jealous. The smiles she gave another affected me- One day she came to me to remind me that had broken a promise, in inquir- ing into a subject she had asked me not to make any inquiries about. Again we quarreled, but the renewed vows she made and that gave bound us closer. Again the sunshine seemed brighter and warmer to me. When vacation came it seemed that the VOWS were broken. No, not broken, but forgotten by her She Jeff me and have never seen her but once since. When she promised to be mine, made the resolve to make my self worthy of her, but when I found that she was going away from me, said did not care what became of me second thought told me it would be wiser plan to show her what she had los. |
 From that day that resolve has been my line of action. have often thought that perhaps my iove was wasted for il often seemed that it was not returned. She did not love me much, think, when she parted without sigh, without a tear. When she went from me i, transferred this heart of love to one of cold indiffer- ence. No! l will never marry, unless marry her who won my heart and then cas, it away, threw my love aside as child discards tiresome toy. Yet, 1 love her still. Where she is, do not know, bu, if she ever should want a friend she will find one in me-"
 He had closed his narrative. His eyes had lost all their brightness, and his tremulous voice and moistened eyelids, told plainer than words, of suffering and mental anguish. He tried to assume the old spirit of gaiety, but it was a grea, effort to do so, and it seemed like a God | send when the hurried footsteps in the | hallway announced the doctors coming.
 The greater part of the night he had been at the bedside of his patient, and on his return was again called away. His l brother had arrived but shortly after he left in answer to the East Side summons, i and until now, when he entered the dining-hall, he had not seen him.
 After hearty handshaking and tender ing of congratulations, the conversation was taking up relating to his return, the places he visited, his trip east, etc, which was changed by the wife asking, "wha, about the sick lady on the East Side"
 "l have most interesting patient there, he began. "l found lady about twenty eight or nine years of age quite sick, around whose life there seems ;o De a mystery. Since have called there canno, banish the thought that have seen her somewhere"
 Tell us what she looks like, and what is the matter with her ?" asked his brother, adding as the true spirit of journalistic duties took possession of his mind, "you can tell us also the mystery connected with her life5"
 "Well, as said before, she is not yet thirty years of age. She was thought to be victim of consumption, but l have diagnosed her disease and find it more from mental trouble, which has induced utter prostration. She lives in a small house on Gay street in the East Side and