Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1886-05-05

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and write goods you can. There's only
room for q couple or three sticksful. Here
. place 1t the foot Of this Deserted Bride
I tell you that's . COED story. It's to b<
continued, you see, and Ed has left the
bride at the end of the chapter forty miles
from . house, sick-a-bed and wolves I'll
around. l don't zee how he'll get her out
but he will, cause he's bound to be the fa
ture American novelist"
Nora received her instructions, and aftel
q few minutes rapid writing, said:
Listen, Jimmy, and see if this win An
swer: Once upon a time there was q beau.
tiful garden, in which grew lovely fower'
and delicious fruits. The sun shown every
day and all day in that enchanted spot.
The birds sang, and it was the most
delightful place in all the world. A little
butterfly lived in the garden. Her real
home was in the golden heart Of aro that
opened it's pink lips at twilight and drew in
the sparkling dewdrops, which, turned into
honey. became the butterfy's daily food.
Sometimes she roamed to other flowers,
and even foated over the wall of the gar
den to see what might be upon the other
side; but the little emblem of immortality
loved the rose and her nome in it's heart OF
gold, and was never ha py long away. One
day, when the breath OF the lilies was
sweet, and the pansies lifted up their WOO
ing faces, aud the green arms OF the trees
beckoned. the butterfly unfurIed her wings
and futtered away. Come back, come
back called the rose. Let me try my
wings she pleaded. Come back, come
back, called the voice. 'Onlyto the clean
der tree, she pr. 'mised, ~ her wings cleft
the perfumed air. But the oleander bios
SONS were withered. The rank perfume OF
the lilies smothered her, and she returned
again to her 10 we, the rose, to find him torn
from the stem. her home desolate and her
heart desolate. Call him back she cried
to the bird in the tree, but he would not
hush his love song to his bride. Call him
back, call him back she implored of the
sunbeam, but he only kissed the more ar
IDENTITY the lips Of the passion flower. Call
him back, she begged of the breeze. and a
zephyr waited "a leaf from an olive
on which was told the story of her
away to the new home of the
rose, and though the beach whispered, He
gone and the poplar trembled, He is
yone,' the little butterdy held q hope in her
heart that the olive leafs mission would
not be in vain"
Nora paused, and Jimmy did not appear
with admiration.
'Do you like it," she asked, rather ner-
"Ye-es," assented Jimmy, hesitatingly.
4 s'pose yonm want some bi~ghialufin'
ION de plume?"
NO. think plain Nora will be sufi-
|
Not such a plain Nora either" Jimmy |
bought as she left the Il never
loticed what pretty red cheeks she has
Queer" he cOmmuned with him l
elf. chow girls always write. about roses
nd butterflies and such things. l in
ended to fill tnat column out with a first
ate dog story, but hated to hurt Nora's
The UariOn's notes were somewhat
and Nora watched for publication
ay with an interest that did not subside
ntil she had seen Harry Osborn's copy i,
Is wrapper, plainly addressed.
Holy Week passed by with it's %sorrowful
and the gaping wounds in the
lessed Body, wounded for our ~transgres-
ions, seemed to ask of the careless, the
and the heartless, SIS it moth
,g to you. all We that pass by"
But the pain, and the toll, and the sor-
was over. Easter lilies bad and bus
ON; Easter Joy and Easter gladness peal
orth in merry chimes from tall church
Jimmy aroused the whole house in his
cal to be in season for the early service on
'aster morning, and on the stroke Of six
ntered the wide door OF st. Marks, with
ora, carrying the basket that held her
mall Easter gifts for her class of boys.
Hello, here's Harry" whispered Jimmy,
nd Nora's heart gave a great bonnd as
he recognized the familiar figure in her
A little slip of paper was surrepti-
,ously smuggled under OF the hymnal
the blushing girl, on which was written
II have come home to ask your forgive
ess and offer Pysche her homein my heart
gain. Will she accept it?"
The love light in Nora's eyes answered
Yes, and Jimmy again remarked to his
onscience that his sister was a very pretty
as he saw the color come and go in i,er
leeks, and heard her glad voice in the
orious Easter anthem. j. T. HUNTER.