The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1885-04-02

voics that explaized III. And he M,
90 kind to the, - If I had beso quesaf.
II was he, too, msdam, that did teach
mo to speak 30 we'll; for he u Yankee
man." she added, proudly. ''And you
see do speak much better :"
I assented. "Where IL he now?" T.
asked.
ooh, I know not!" she cried, rocking
herself back and forth and wringing her.
hands. "That wicked man and woman.
took me away one night. They said he,
my Eloj, had sent for me to 60 to meet:
him far, far off; and when we found
him not they Knocked and laughed atmy
pain. Oh, I could kill theml iarsl
beastsp
The laet words were only . hiss Of
rage, and she stopped d,ekt, ehokad
with passion.
"Helenore." said /, why did they de-
them?"
"What had done to them1 Noting,
noting. But they hate mo like my mod
q do, and would not that I should ba
happy"
Here she paused, and sudden revul-
sion Of feeling seemed to sweep over
her.
"None are over kind to Helenore.s
she said, sadly, none but you and him"
Then lifting my hand to her lips, sh0
kissed it reverently and made again that
sign of the cross.
was deeply touched. I drew the
girl to me and said, with tears on my.
cheeks:
"stay with us. Helenore, and try TO-
be happy again"
"'What! Say you so?" she CRIED.
her eyes wide with wonder, "Then,
now, do you indeed forgeev like God ~
and she began to weep naturally and.
softly, shedding those tears that always.
relieve the heart.
She was very tired, and when I re-
minded her, presently, that her little.
chamber and the pretty white bed were.
waiting she smiled for the first time.
"Ah. she said, almost brightly, "it;:
cannot be that shall die now, and.
perhaps my E1G will find me, though:
I could not find him"
Her words proved prophetic. Ono
night, few weeks after her return, We.
were startled by the drumming of d
banjo under Helenore's window, soon
joined by lusty voice bawling out
right heartily some foolish ditty We
heard in the streets.
I sprang up at once. Jack" sid
I, chat is Helenore's Eloi; know it !H
I went quickly to her room-she had
not yet retired for the highland when
I opened the door she was standing like
a STATUE by the bed. She turned Is L
spoke her name. and, with look of &C.
stasy, pointing to the window, said:
"Eloi-Eloi!"
"Yes," said I, "go down and ask him,
to come in"
"Wait, wait" she said mvsteriouslys :
and selling her "music"-the paper
horn-she leaned far out of the window
and blew blast upon blast of her most.
uneafthly, strains, which added to the
roar of her lovers voice, produced IN.
effect indescribably strange and ludic-
rous.
We concluded that he had heard those
sounds before. otherwise at the first
blast he must have taken to his heals
and run away.
Elias Rodgers-for that was tho
young mans name-was in truth .
yankee man" as Helenore claimed, but
he had lived much among the Cans
aisps and spoke their language like his
own.
We found that he was honestly in love
with our Helenore; and rough and
coarse as he seemed, he doubtless had .
romantic, sympathizing nature, or he
could not have understood and appre--
ciated her as he evidently did. Wewere
relieved to find him in every way 10
worthy of her and 50 suited to make her.
happy.
And now my story is soon finished.
Helepore left us again, but this time,
with happy smiles and the hope of Sec
ing us very often. In short. while /
write, she sits out on our piazza with,
her own baby in her arms, aud my Ned
grown now to be quite big boy
leaning on her lap. She is telling him.
what he shall find when he comes to SEQ.
her and Eloi in the woods where they
are chopping-birds' eggs to add
to his collection. ooh, 50 many kinds!
But they will only take one from each
nest, because the mother bird would DO
sad and grieve."
Her heart is tender as Of yore, but it
never aches now except for others woes