The Bad Lands cow boy. [volume] (Little Missouri, Dakota [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-1886, 1885-04-02

-duu EIOlSappOlnCM0G6!5- w hat could ID
dor Oh, my heart must break if he
,dies!'' b 81, e. & -..,''
a faint call, but. heard Instantly. A
In. 9 moment the idespairing woman is
changed to q tender nurse, and with
quick steps moves into the next room. /!
where, upon the bed, lies a man sick
unto death. r. ys - 1!
Margaret he repeated, !:
!. - am here" Margaret replied, in
hoarse voice, evidently used with pain
and difficulty. . B. 5.fs5.= E..g Il .
:'My poor child, "he whispered.
In moment she is kneeling beside
him, weeping bitterly, her whole
frame shaken by sobs. T. 49,.
sob, tell me you forgive me!' she
pleaded. "After all that you have
done for me I have failed you at last!
Say you forgive me. = .%
{ s,My poor: child" s;he repeated,
.," swhat have Ito forgiven You must
not grieve 80, Margaret 3}.,-5
1 /. & b. But Ihave disappointed you.''
3 RI ''ln one thing only. Wilt comfort
you to, know, when ! leave you, that
for five years you have been the very
sunlight of my lifeP When 1 took YOU
from your country, home to train you
for a great singer did not know that
I was taking a loving daughter into
my heart. When gave you advan.
:tages for cultivating your voice ]
grudg ed the time your i tudies stole
from me. was Jealous of your piano,
your violin, your voice, but I did not
let you guess that
,: 4: Never ~ i would have given them
all up if you had asked me- Si Z
z, = Z. But I would not do, that. Even
after / became the paralyzed cripple I
have been for three long years would
not let your studies cease. Y our
triumphs in concerts were very. pre-
scious to me- and you must not, think
my illness last night s. " III 81 y
81 caused it! 4 l caused it!'' she cried.
Shut you forgive me 4! When I left
you I was so proud, SO glad At last
4 Twas to sing in opera. Aunt Hilda
told me:my dress was perfect, and you
smiled when I babe you goodnight, as
if you, too, were proud of the girl you
had taken from obscurity to make one
sof the queens Of song. Can you fol-
low me to the orera-housep Can you
see me waiting for, the signal tc go for
ward Can you hear; the storm of ap-
plause that greeted mep Then! then!
All, if I had died then!F When open
ed my lips to sing, no sound came. In
vain I strained every nerve and mus
Gle. In, my throat came gurgle.
hoarse and faint! Thatswas all.
staggered back and tainted. All, pity
me, forgive me I, would not have
disappointed You, wasted all you Law
ished upon meif I could have helped
it. When reached home and found
you had had a second stroke, l felt
like your murderer, for I knew I was
the. cause. 1888 E:sSSS s & n;
:s.Margaret! Let me speak. My child,
this second stroke came on before you
could have reached the opera-house,
when I thought of you:as proud and
glad, successful in your. art, q queen
Of song.,''I. II: Sss5 .; 45t
on say that only to comfort me, !"
she said, Wistfull Y., Il
II did notsknow Of your failure I'M
ii 5i,i an hour a E VI your Aunt
There was q long silence, broken
only BY the sobs Of Margaret Carroll,
who was weeping softly now, all the
| passionate despair gone from her
heart. Her failure was not the cause
of Hilman: Brent's illness, and she
could bear it, sssy I, 81 ,5.s, IS: is,
P Presently the faint. voice spoke
again. 81 \ :s IS 35ss ~
Margaret, would you be glad if I told
you your failure wassnot,a sorrow te
meP Iseei things more clearly now
thansI did when I took you from your
old home. Music was my idol then,
fame in its world seemed to me the
highest good to be attained, but now
-ah, Margaret, / have. a confession tc
nuke. Harry. Dinsmore loves you but
his father exacted from him a promise
that he would never marry q public
singer. He begged of me to give up
my ambitious dreams for you, and lei
him WOO you for his wife, but i babe
him wait, and when your studies were
completed let you make your owr
did he come yesterdayp''' IL
...Yes.',.' $50. AZ, 4.
t'And your 5s.{s
II told him:I could not be so un.
|1grateful to you as to throw aside al
the years of expense you had given me
I told him when could repay you il
would be time enough to talk Of giving
up my art. But Team never repay yor
snoW.'g y. y. - E. s., }.s.E.
on owe me nothing. Your love
and care long ago repaid me for all
could do for you. Do you love Harr,
Dinsmorep,' u .,,i i a, u 81.
!. ..Ah, Yes' ! have. always loved
Can Mr. Dinsmore come IMP" asked
Aunt Hilda, ut the door.
But Harry Dinsmore did not wal
for the answer. He was at the bed
side, raising the kneeling figure in his
1.arms, saying, exultingly: 4; s
| ow you are mine Il NY rival was
| your voice Now there is nothing be
tween your heart and mine. Uncle
Hillman, viii you give Margaret te
mep'' \
sYt.With all my heart II 5.,S .;5S
But I cannot leave yoni I" Margare
cried. III: II 81; ~ 5-tF
Harry will not ask that. Harry
do not wait long let me see my chill
dren happy before i die. :, 4
So in the sick -room, with only a few
friends as guests, there was a quie
wedding, and Daisy Carroll put asid,
her dreams to take up the realities o
life as Harry Dinsmore' 3 wife. and til,
nurse and conf rter Of his uncle. Il
was astill many days before Hilmal
4 Brent died. leaving his wealth to bill
nephew and his adopted daughter
/ whose glorious voice had made hin
sharer in dreams of fame never to b.
realized. 5S8