Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1885-03-20

ored Sonora Do not seek to find ME. L
shall never return. have left with
my free will. Ever and ever will pray
| for yon your devoted and grateful serv-
ant. kiss your hands and your feet.
Dolores de Riano Walters. =
Ambrose was always man of few
words. He made no comment on the
letter. Very shortly he babe me
loving farewell. and set forth on his
Journey. spent the day alone, hoping
| for the return of Dolores. Surely,
said to myself, Ambrose. or one of the
| men, must find her soon-she could not
walk far, and there was no coach TO BIO
hired in the village even if she had the
means to engage one; and knew how
| slender were the contents of her purse.
| Why had she left mep Was her brain
unhinged by troublep Would she again
| seek to put an end to her life? Late
in the afternoon / wrapped mantle
round me and went out to breath
lone of the party and hear
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. '.Tigerr / cried.
struck with new idea. ..find her, good
dog. Seek Dolores!n He seemed to
understand at once when fetched
a scarf of hers and held it up To
him. Without more ado he set off
down the lane, and took a short cut
across field to neighboring wood.
/ Every now and then he stopped and
licked nay hand as | followed close be-
hind him. 1t was warm and sheltered
in the pine wood; the ground was slip
perry with fir-needles. The dog went
on steadily toward pile of fagots that
were stacked against how stone wall.
On the other side ran the high road to
] Plymouth. Here the earth was carpet
ed with green moss. stepped noise
| lessly across the open space. thinking
to climb the wall and make my way
home by the road Tiger had pr cked
| up his ears there was sound of
horses hoofs; perhaps it was Ambrose
For the moment forgot that | was
!! seeking Dolores; but as | neared the
! woodstock | saw her. Her head was
i turned away from me, and she was
leaning over the wall with clasped
hands. straning her eyes in the direc-
ton of the riders The clatter of the
hoofs drew nearer. Dolores!
cred, running forward, "why did you
leave mes | have been 50 unhappy
i about YOU. Come home with me now?'
She turned. and saw that her dark
eyes were flash ng with strange light;
she grasped my arm and pointed down
the road, so alike she mul INJURED;
'tch Id. forgive me! SO alike, and ! saw
my ring on his finger. Look, look.
1 who is iii
! | looked. Ambrose had seen me al
ready. he was waving his hand by his
side rode a man whose face | seemed to
know a man who looked weary and
dusty Younger, YES, handsomcr than
my husband. but careworn and i'll. He
wore slouched hat | could not we'll
distinguish his features, and yet as he
sat there in the sunlight | knew that
they were familiar TO me.
..Who is it?" asked Dolores, more
eagerly than before.
''Mv husband. >
"HhteA is your husband? For the
love of Heaven"
Ambrose Lyncombe, answered.
fairly bewildered, 1.-THE man who is
waving his hand the one nearest to the
wall"
Thank God. thank God.n
Her beautiful face was radiant with
Joy. Then | saw my husband speak q
| -. L.
, drew rem and dismounted from hi,
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
I was running to meet him with ont.
stretched hands. ..Carlos, my beloved
/ welcome" she cried, .'querido maride
naiof'
!, Forgive me, Dolores, forg We nae,
; 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
emot on-hen | saw the likeness again
: stronger than before. and ! knew tina
Charles Walters was the same man a.
Charlford Lyncombe. my husband
younger brother.
! We feared return of fever for DO
: lores. but she recovered speedily from
;, ! her fatigue Charlford indeed has al
! ways been aninvalid since, partly in con
:. . sequence OF an acc dent that he me
! with abroad. The illness that followet
: first led m to remember his desertet
!. : wife, and make an effort to-however
:, he is Ambrose's brother, and through
!. all her trouble Dolores still clings t
J him. - Mara E. H,tilah. in Betgracia.
s----
. A curious explosion happened in
s Charleston (S. Co. household the othe
!. day. A pot containing coffee was boil
r. ing on the stove, when one of thre
children in the room observed that th
q steam was escaping from the top~of th
rot. He was about to ra Sc the lid
: prevent the coffee from boiling ovel
!, when the Id was blown of and tn
. . steam and boiling coffee hurled abot
! the room. All of the children were MOI
i or less scalded but not seriously. 1t
- supposed that the spout was cbosed II
= by the grounds. and that the I'd &C
% fastened in some way.
-. s-
o 1t was one year ago that the Gil
I'll of Columbus struck on Dey Is Brids
L. and went down with more than OF
ID hundred lives. The mystery of the d:
II aster is as great as ever. and none wi
id know how it happened that the ship G
Id clear night drove ashore when the
H. was a channel four miles wide in wh, {