Daily Yellowstone journal., 1885-08-05

IL u an otu hAhh
an old mans innocent dream of the love
of his youth renewed! All young sir, re-
member this, Love Is best
Mark listened with downcast eyes A
faint Lush rose to his forehead. trimula
was SO fair-and, ah' he Mark, was SO
poor.
When, at last, Mark babe the general
good. night he stopped. instead OF go
ing 10 his own room. at the great window
looking cat over the green lawn. Inc
night was glorious TO see, but Marx felt
sick and worn: he felt Ii sense Of inward
strain. of mental conflict Trying lie
window, he found that II yielded 10 his
touch; a moment more and he was out
side, sitting in the shadow OF the vines,
feeling for u cigarette
Harkl what is this?
Again the window Opens-a little,
slim, white shape slips out-Olue eyes
aud golden hair, and sott'gathereu wooden
draperyl 1t carries lamp, this lovely
moonlight visiOn-a bright star OF light,
which il hides securely close 10 the wall
behind the foliage.
Hark "lrimula," Again that lovely
cry 4 rush. IluIter-the pretty ghost
IllGS tlSl hul n huN II Aut pa 10 hhA NANh
Is gathered in somebody waiting arms
"rrimula' poor little fugitive wal
ters voice
Il thought she would never let me of, "
soils a pretty, low, love sweet voice,
"Oh. Walter! am so afraid, so un
happy, only when am with you
. DOR child-pOor little thing! DO yon
think | am happy1 To hear them talk
TO night All, my little primrose! wish
| could ily away with you.
Walter holds close to him the pretty,
trembling shape; he kisses and caresses
the long vail Of golden hair that has fallen
over his strong aud true young heart; lie
calls this fair, young girl-the girl be
loyed-each and all Of the sweet and ten
der love names the English language
holds.
Il wish | could help YOU wish
could help myself! he signs
Mark shrinks back into the shadow OF
the vines. he is sorry and ashamed OF his
position but how can he remedy IL! How
can he reveal himself not without causing
fright aud Indignation, and perhaps, in
the surprise, a betrayal of the lovers
clandestine meeting.
IL heard them talking tonight" this is
Primulas voice land, oh! Walter, II was
the old story Of Alice Brotherton's heir
and he will send you away to London-he
will separate uslH
viii her" Walters voice is deep and
bitter. maybe, but little one, think a
moment, j am poor; If you stay here to
do the generals bidding be will give you
riches-a great estate. a great position.
Honor. high rank are yours, II you choose
and !, all! my Erimula. ! have moth.
ing-nothing!'
"Oh, Walter love you-you onlyl"
Little Primula, am sure of II, that is
my sole consolation; but think-think Of
all the difference it will make to you,
all your after life. in choosing now be.
tween US two. have only love-love-
true love- and again love, TO give you! Ii
will lie a long and wearisome journey,
perhaps, with me. even TO lifes end lie
can give you sase-eyerything.
But want your love. Walter! oh,
don't you seer Ill wander all over the
wide world with you. tired as can be!
I'll 90 barefooted hand.inhand with you.
III tramp and sing Ill 60 hungry and
ragged and cold IL need be-but love
you!"
-Foor little Barefoot. all for me
Walters strong voice sounds sweeter
through his tears "Uh, thank God for
love! but Ill try and do better than that.
You shall have shoes and stockings All,
child. Ill work and drudge for such
love-"
Mark dropped his face into his shaking
hands, be could not bear TO listen longer,
and then. Just as his courage gave out, he
heard u stir. and q moment later Primula
ed past him.
He watched the slight figure flying up
the stairs; the faint shine Of the little
lamp she carried ashed from window to
window along the lawn To Mark the
situation was unspeakably affecting This
poor little syche frightened. hiding her
precious lamp trembling lest some harsh
wind should blow il out, watching it,
shielding IL, feeding with prayers and
tears the sacred oil
That night Mark dreamed Of seeing
Primua flying over the house from room
TO room. carry ing her lamp, and pursued
by the general Upstairs and down she
went. aud at last, still guarding her burn
ing lamp. she seemed 10 plunge over the
gardcn.wall into the gloom below. Walter
followed and the two disappeared thus
together.
The young people were absent from the
breakfast.table next morning 1t was
not ill the family group were gathered in
the twilight, in the parlor, Walter by
the window pretending to read that the
fugitive primrose. maid stole in.
=, hid" exclaimed Madam Anne. look.
/ ing up, what kept you so latey"
/ Then she stared. Primula was mute.
/ why, child rimula-hOw strangely
| you are dressGdl"
Primula stood still. frightened and
( speeches., her white straw hat with the
1 golden feathers slipped La kward from
her brow. leaving the golden sunshine of
her hair about her cheeks and pensive
| eyes Her gray silk mantle fell from
her shoulders To the floor her ru.iied,
short gray silk skirt showed the dainty
grace OF her fairy feet The pink ribbon
at her throat was not Of lovelier tint than
her primrose cheeks
I'm 90 sorry. 4" she fsltered; then she
paused o.
Walter, at the window, started up
! Poor boyl could he stand that frightened
1 sorrow Of the dearest eyes In all the world
to himg With a cry, Primula rushed
across the room 10 the arms opened 10 re.
ceiyc her.
-she Is my wife, flashed Walter,
fiercely. into their wondering faces. we
were married this morning."
Then be sobbed out. holding his bride
closer 10 him: -
@Well 20 away at once We won't
trouble you; but she is mine now. We
love each other.
The general staggered 10 his feet lie
stood there. with his pale stern face-he