The Bad Lands cow boy. [volume] (Little Missouri, Dakota [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-1886, 1885-07-23

lOVeTS ueSlSCG Auu Qer IaCner'S an
preaching end, Jessie consented to Ills
dying request. A quiet bridal in the
sick room, q few weary, sad DAYS Of
watching, and our heroine was an or.
phan.
She begged her husband to take her
back to her own home, and in another
week she found herself once more Mt
their country seat, just out of New
York. %;j,; 2} a, avn"
The evening after their arrival a. let-
ter was placed In her hands addressed
to her maiden name. She started at
the sight Of the old, familiar .N1iss
Jessie" and grew pale to faintness as
she tore open the envelope and recog.
nized the handwriting.
what is. the matter?' asked Mr..
Trevellyn, as he marked her pallor.
~ am very tired and will go up stairs,
"Have you letter." he asked.
only q note from q friend" she
quietly replied.
IN her own room, without even wait
ing to close the door, she read a long,
loving letter from Give, full of self-re-
proaches and sympathy for her-an
accidental meeting of afriend had given
him the first intelligence of her fathers
illness and their journey South. Why
had not some friend written him for
her? He had been so wounded by her
silence. Now he begged forgiveness for
words ofreproach and GOODNESS. Might
he. write he father and claim her as his
own Jessie? Time had no wings while
he waited her reply-now theimpatient
lover. ~ ~ u
Mr.. Trevellyn, finished his paper and
his cigar, then looked at his watch and
left the room in search of his wife. 49,"
Through the open door Of her room
he saw her sittfng silent and motion.
less, the fire of chilly May evening
shining on her golden hair. 'tWhat a
picture for my home" he softly whis.
pered, as he bent over her.
"Dear Jessie, there should be no Sc.
crets between man and wife. May
see the letter which sostrangely affects
your" 81 1.
"You cannot" she said as she rose
from her chair, no longer the suffering
girl, but the wronged and outraged
woman. .'You cannot, though I tell
you from whose pen it came. Dearly
I love the man from whom your peri.
dy has forever separated me. Ny an.
swer you shall hear for Il amfyou1
wife" she bitterly added. "And it
shall be my care that it reaches Mr.
Lee" = 49,, f}3
A night Of tears and agony for Jes.
sic, of mingled remorse and rage fol-
her husband, and shes stood before him
in the soft morning light an open~let.
ter in her hand. =. -
'Mr. Trevellyn, you will hear what
have written to my friend: s&s%l
".'AIY DEAR Mr.. LEE.-After long, sad
winter passed in the South, Mt the bedside
OF my father, have returned to my, old
home, but-a wife. In the presence Of my
Trevellyn. This brief note must be q reply
to your letter written fortnight since
God bless you forever. JEsslET. >"
Years rolled on. John Treyellyr
sought the excitement Of political life
to forget thepast. Jessie's beauty and
grace was everywhere acknowledged
but twas the perfection of the statue
which no loving heart and hand had
warmed into happy life.
Within few months after nine years
of married life, John Trevellyn died
but not before he had confessed to Jes
sic in bitter, penitent, humiliation, the
deception practiced toward Give Lee
and herself, and freely, even lovingly
she had forgiven him. z ,..s-.-...,..-.--,.-, -
But the old wound was not healed
and the remembrance of her old lover
now q diplomat at q foreign court
was ever one of mingled pleasure and
pain. a,
On the morning Of which we write Mrs
Trevellyn had seen in q daily paper the
announcement that Mr.. Lee, after an
absence of ten years, had returned to
his native land for q brief visit. With
q world of memories stirring her heart
to itsjvery depth, she had almost in.
voluntarily wandered out to the old
tree. w = 'Gs5s.sf 5yE ,.,
Chow STRANGE. she said, as she
walked slowly toward her home an
hour later. ''How strange that Give
should not know me! If he but knew
the truth! But I cali never. tell him;
the honor of the dead forbidsit.
AS Jessie stepped toward the little
stile which divides the woody upland
from the meadow beyond, she saw
Give Lee quietly sitting on its lower
step, like one who waits for another
As she. came slowly forward he sprane
from his seat, and with outstretched
arms barred her way as he said
"Jessie, I have come for you! I de.
mand NV oWn-that for which T have
SO long and patiently waited"
There was no Whispering boughs'
to tell US what the lovers said
Enough for us to. know that three
months afterward there was q quiet,
happy wedding and Give Lee and Jes.
sic left for their New Eden over the
sea, leaving all the sorrowful past be-
hind them at the little stila. -