Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-03-06

oret senora--Do not seek to find me. I
shall never return. have left with
free will. Ever and ever will pray
1or you your devoted and grateful serv-
ant kiss your hands and your feet.
dolores de Riano Walters"
Ambrose was always a man of few
words. He made no comment on the
,etter. Very shortly he babe me Il
loving farewell. and set forth on his
Journey. l spent the day alone, hoping
tor the return Of Dolores. Surely, I
said to, myself, Ambrose, or one of the
men, must find her soon-she could not
walk far, and there was no coach to be
hired in the village even if she had the
means to engage one; and l knew how
slender were the contents of her purse.
Why had she left me? Was her brain
unhinged by trouble? Would she again
seek to put an end to her life? Late
IN the afternoon [ wrapped a mantle
round me and went out to breath
the air. Perhaps 1 should meet
one OF the party and hear
the news that [ dreaded, and yet longed
TO hear. The gorse-hedge at the end
OF the garden CLEANED golden in the
sunlight as [ passed; the bed by the
sundial was red and blue with flower
ing hyacinths; the ferns in every ditch
and in every stone wall were putting
forth their brown and green fronds;
the air was full of the sounds
of Spring. Tiger was basking in the
sunshine by the gate. ''TigernSI cried,
struck with new idea, ..tind her, good
dog. Seek Dolores!' He seemed to
understand at once when 1 fetched
a scarf of hers and held it up to
him. Without more ado he set of
down the lane, and took a short cut
across a field to a neighboring wood.
Every now and then he stopped and
licked my hand as l followed close he.
hind him. 1t vas warm and sheltered
in the pine wood; the ground was slip.
perry with Ifir-needles. The dog wen,
on steadily toward a pile of fagots that
were stacked against a low stone wall.
On the other side ran the high road to
Plymouth. Here the earth was carpet.
ed with green moss. I stepped noise.
lessly across the open space, thinking
to climb the wall and make my way
home by the road. Tiger had pricked
up his eaFs-there Was a sound OF
horses hoofs; perhaps it was Ambrose.
For the mpment | forgot that l was
seeking Dolores; but as l neared the
woodstock l saw her. Her head was
turned away from me, and she was
leaning otter the wall with clasped
hands, str;tning her eyes in the direc.
ton OF the riders. The clatter of the
hoofs drey nearer. 'Dolores!" ]
cried, running forward, "why did you
leave me?: I have been 50 unhappy
about you. Come home with me now?''
She turned, and l saw that her dark
eyes were flashing with a strange light:
she grasped my arm and pointed down
the road. $50 alike" she murmured;
''child, forgive me! So alike, and / saw
my ring On his finger. Look, look:
who is it?''
l looked. Ambrose had seen me al.
ready. he was waving his hand; by his
side rode q MAJ whose face I seemed tc
know-a mar who looked weary and
dusty. Younger, yes, handsomer thar
my husband, but careworn and ill. HI
Wore a slouched hat. l could not wei
distinguish his features, and yet as he
sat there in the sunlight l knew tina,
they were familiar to me.
"Who is it?:" asked Dolores, more
eagerly than before.
':My husband"
"Whtch is your husband? For the
love of Hcaven!"
Ambrose Lyncombe," I answered,
fairly bewildered, ''the man who is
waving his hand-the one nearest to the
| WALL"
.Thank God! thank God!"
Her beautiful face was radiant with
Joy. Then / saw my husband speak a
few low words to his companion, who
drew rein and dismounted from his
horse. He was very lame; he could
hardly walk, but there was no need fol
him to take many steps. Dolores had
swung herself over the low wall, and
was running to meet him with out
| stretched hands. ''Carlos, my beloved,
| welcome!!' she cried, ''querid0 m0rldt
mio!!"
Forgive me, Dolores, forgive me-
was all he said, and her loving arm:
were around his neck, her head resting
on his shoulder. Then. as he looked
down upon her, his face glowing Will
emOtlOn-tneN l saw the likeness again.
| stronger than before, and l knew thai
| Charles Walters was the same man as
Charlford %Lyncombe, my husbands
younger brother.
We feared a return of fever for DO.
lorcs. but she recovered speedily from
her fatigue. Charlford indeed has al
ways been aninvalid since, partly in con
sequence OF an. accident that he me-
with abroad. The illness that followed
first led him to remember his deserted
wife, and make an effort to-however,
he is Ambrose's brother, and through
all her trouble Dolores still clings tc
him.-Mary T.. Hullah, IN Belgravta.
A curious explosion happened in a
Charleston Is. Co. household the other
day. A pot containing coffee was boil
ing on the stove, when one of three
children in the room observed that the
steam was escaping from the top Of the
pot. He was about to raise the lid TIC
prevent the coffee from boiling over,