Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1885-04-02

voice That explained all. and ba wo.
so kind 20 me, rs If 1 had been a onaan
~ was he, too, madam, that did teach
me TO speak so we'll; for he is a YanLaa
man" she added, proudly. 'Apd Won,
see ] do speak much better pp
! assented- Where is he nowpn !
asked. :
/, Oh, l know mott" she cried. rockino
nerse'f back and forth and wrinpinp her
hands. THAT wicked man and woman
took me away n night. They said ba
my Eloi, had sent for me 10 90 To meet
him far, far off; and when we fopnd
MN nos they Knocked and laughed at INV
pam. Oh, | could kill them! liars
beasts! 80 liars
The last words were only a hiss oi
rage md she stopped short, choked
with passion.
Helenore." said I, "why did they de-
ceive you so? What had you done To
What had done to them? Noting.
noting. But they hate me like nv mod.
er do, and would o that / should be
happy" 10
Here she paused, and a sudden reyul.
sion OF feeling seemed to sweep over
her. wv"
None are ever kind to Helenoro."
sne said, sadly, none but you and him. ~
linen hitting my hand to her lips, she
kissed 1t reverently and made again that
sign of the cross.
L was deeply touched. I drew the
girl to me and said, with tears on nv
checks: '
Stay with us, Helenore, and try to
be happy again"
What! Say you SOP" she cried
her eyes wide with wonder, "Then,
now, do you indeed forgery like Cod"
and she began to weep naturally and
softly, shedding those tears that always
relieve the heart.
She was very tired, and when / re-
minded her, presently, that her little
chamber and the pretty white bed were
waiting she smiled for the first time.
All" she said, almost brightly, "it
cannot be that l shall die now, and
perhaps my Eloi will find me, though
L could not find him."
Her words proved prophetic. One
night, a few weeks after her return. we
were startled by the drumming of a
banjo under Helenore's window, soon
joined by a lusty voice bawling out
right heartily some foolish ditty we
heard in the streets.
l sprang up at once. Jack" said
l, that is Helenore's Eloi; / know it,"
L went quickly to her room-she had
not yet retired for the highland when
L opened the door she was standing like
a STATUE by the bed. She turned as |
spoke her name, and, with a look of &C.
stasy. pointing to the window, said:
"Eloi-Eloi!"
Eyes" said /, ego down and ask him
to come in"
Wait, wait" she said mysteriously;
and Selling her "music"-the
horn-shel leaned far out of the window
and blew blast upon blast of her most
unearthly, strains, which added to the
roar of her lovers voice, produced an
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 the
young mans ame-w in truth a
Yankee man, as Helenore claimed, but
he had lived much among the Cana
dams 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 q
romantic. sympathizing nature, or he
could not have understood and appre-
ciated her as he evidently did. We we're
relieved TO find him in every way so
worthy of her and so suited to make her
happy.
And now my story is 1901 finished.
Helepore left us again, but this time
with happy smiles aud the hope Of see-
ing US very often. In short, while l
write, she sits out on our piazza with
her own baby in her arms, and my Ned
grown now 10 be quite a big boy
leaning on her lap. She is telling him
what he shall find when he comes to see
her and Eloi in the woods where they
are chopping-birds' eggs TO add
to his collection. "Oh, so many kinds
But they will only take one from each
nest, because the mother bril- would be
sad and grieve."
Her heart is tender as of yore, but it
never aches now except for others woes