The Bad Lands cow boy. [volume] (Little Missouri, Dakota [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-1886, 1885-07-23

- WueItWAClCOy uAUure MASKS ner Sm1leS,
And, stealing on her unaware,
Behold her when she is most fair!
JAMES B.KENYoN.
AN OLD, OLD STORY.
1.-THE course of true love ne'cr did run
3S !. mooth"n'
Gust ten years ago, on this very
spot, at this self-same hour, we part
edl'' exclaimed Mrs Trevellyn to her
self, as she sat on a overed seat,
beneath the shade Of an old oak.
"Just ten, years, yet SO long, long ago!
Why do men say that life is short, and
time flies? For me nothing has flown
but my dreams!" I'd
As she spoke, she shaded her still
youthful and lovelysSface from the
bright. sunlight, and fell into a reverie
SO deep as to be unconscious of APP
preaching footsteps. a ss$.:
E The intruder was q tall, handsome
man, as yet scarce in his prime, who,
catching a glimpse of the lady, stepped
quickly forward, but ere he could speak,
Mrs. Trevellyns became aware Of the
presence OF some one, and glancing at
the stranger, she rose as if to move
away. i.!.Eit y D. e
With q half-audible apology, the
gentlemen raised his hat, and in mo-
nent was lost in the thick shrubbery,
while she sank back again upon the
seat as she said. 'tTis he! my God; and
he does not know me! Only ten years
and forgotten. y 5S2 a,..
Yes it was only ten years since these
two hsd parted, he a youth of 21, she
a beautiful girl OF IL summers. "a ,s Isl
Give Lee was just out of college, and
before settling down to the study fhis
profession he was to spend two years
in Europe. ~. t4.s,
Jessie Trevellyn was still a school
girl. But the two had met years be
fore, and a child's love had deepened
into something tender and enduring
enough for them to exchange lovers
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"You will write me often," he said,
as they stood together beneath the old
oak. "You will write me often, and on
your coming birthday you will let me
tell your father how deeply ! love
eyes, when I am 10, papa shall know
where i have given my heart; mean
time he knows you are my warm
friend, and / WILL will write you q
few words every day" 81 s.,
"Not so fast, little one, EVERY day.
for a fortnight, and in sixweeks forget
fulness Of my very existence. Il
A look of mingled love and reproach
from her. beautiful dark eyes; a mo-
ment Of silence, and he spoke again;
you have your own way, usually,
have you not Jessie?" Nv s.st
II have rarely. been crossed in my
life" she replied with smile, sand
since mamma died, poor papa, seems
only to live for me-. - ~
"Well, cara MIC, listenl When the
fall comes, persuade your father to
bring you abroad for six months.
You can study music and the languages:
we can all be together. TO learn q
language thoroughly, make love in it, ,
says an old scholar. Think OF win
ter in Italy! Yes, dear Jessie, if your
wishes are commands, YOU, father will
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So they parted. ". ii. a..
Give Lee went over the ocean, and
during the summer that followed, Jes-
sic proved a faithful correspondent.
EARLY in the fall Mr.. Trevellyn was
taken very i'll, SO that for many weeks
he lay between life and death. Letter
after letter came from young Lee, which
Jessie scarce found time to read, much
less to answer. Il T Y. q
Cousin John,'r she said one morn
ing to Mr.. Trevellyn'sne nephew, who had
been constant attendan at her faith
er's bedside Cousin John, you know
correspond with Give Lee, but poor
papa's illness has left no time for my
/. pen. Please write Give, explain the
case of my silence, and tell him." she
added, with tell-tale blush, "that we
do not forget him. "'sF2 Y: ~ $50
As soon as Mr.. Trevellyn was able
to move his physicians ordered
him SOUTH, It was not until they
reached Key West their place of des-
tination) that Jessie had leisure for a
careful perusal of Cive's letters. She
noticed with pain how. they had grown
less tender but more reproachful in
tone, till, at last, they were cold and
unfrequent. ~ am sure he can't have
received Johns letter" she said to
herself; but T will write to-day and
explain all. Poor Give! Yes, I will
write this very day. 55:sS,* Y
For an hour. lfer penmoved over and
across the. paper, filling sheet after
sheet of paper with the details of the
last three months. AS she was seal
I ing her lettera knock, was heard, and
to her cheerful .come in" a tall figure
Z appeared i'll the, doorway. ;s,5
Good morning, fair cousin. I have
just left your father very comfortable.
Have you any commands
Thanks, j ohm, just post this missive
for Europeanmail What would papa
and / do without your You seem like
his son and my own brother"
II am content to be- his son, dear
Jessie, but not your brother. 2
Cousin said the girl, scarce heed
ing his reply, ssdid you write Give, as
asked You to do ?''!$sis "
Did I ever break q promise to you,
Jessie2 I. ;5sSs N.
q remember no promise, John, but
simply a request: Poor Give evident
{ ~ knows nothing Of papa's illness.
Perhaps my letter did not reach
him. Shall II write again2,,' & SE IS s.
Oh, no! this ointing to q packet
---.1explains all 4. u "a
Weeks passed no letters from young
Z Lee came to cheer the heart of Jessie,