The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1886-04-21
THEY MET AGAIN.

A Love Story Whose Truthfulness II
Readily Perceivable.
They stood together under the waving
branches Of a mighty elm on the banks
of a singing brook one fair, sweet night
in June. A calm and holy joy was in
her fair young face-the joy that comes
to a maiden loving and beloved. She
looked, up into his handsome face with
such proud, tender, trustful look. Her
hand rested contiding in his; soft and
low were the words she spoke-words
no ear but his should hear.
And he! All me, and ali me! Would
that I could give to the face and the
heart of every young man the calm,
sweet, holy Joy that face portrayed, that
heart reveled in. He lived and loved.
Life seemed like summer sea before
him. All me, and ah me! That ever
storm should come, that ever rude blasts
should assail, that ever hearts should
break! Well, we'll, and again, I say,
well, well! Lives and loves end every
day, lives and loves like these. Lovers
part to meet no more; hearts break and
are forever sad.
She spoke:
"Adelbert," she sighed, her voice like
| the far away tinkling of evening bells,
"and must this be? Must we, o, Adel-
bert, naust we be torn apart? O, Adel-
bert, me poor heart will break?'
Courage, my sweet one, courage"
he said, with trembling voice and quiv-
ering lips, sit shall not be for long. |
go to the golden West to make a home.
humble it may be, for me beautiful
bride. Have courage, me life. We
shall meet again. "
eyes, yes, yes" she cried, quickly
and passionately, 1--WE shall meet again.
O, Adelbert, if it were not for that
blessed assurance l should die, should
die! Heaven be praised, we shall meet
again. :"
| One p. Ssionate, thrilling, Joyous,
manly, burning kiss on her white lips
and he was gone, leaving her in
swoon on the banks of the murmuring
stream under the tender light of the
plying stars. He was gone!
And he didn't come back Various
policemen, justices of the peace and
county judges know why. The golden
West" seemed one or dozen too many
for him. A man who met him in Lead
vile ten years later said he was the
toughest-looking old pill he ever saw in
all the born days of his life. He had
lived in six different mining camps and
had married in each of them. The six
deserted wives were too glad to get rid
, of him to make any fuss over his big
amistic Irregularities. He was free to
90 back to his first love now if he
would. After fifteen years he thought
, he would
And shep Had she been faithfulf
Had her heart brokenp Was she lying
, under the daisies on the banks of thai
, stream where first she told her love!
All, me! We shall see!
A woman, a great big woman, il
bending over wash-tub in little bacl
,, yard in an alley running between TIN
streets of an Eastern city. She is dom.
out "a bit of washing for her min,
small children, while the husband bask
on his back in the sunshine by her side
He is smoking; so is she. Four dog
lie at her feet. The nine children ar
: "raising CAM IN the front OF the house
but she heeds them not. A man is com
j, ing through the alley with a two
. wheeled, shaky and uncertain cart an
= a shaker old blind horse. He is cry
: ing:
!. "Bot-tels. bot-tels, bot-tels! R-a-a-gs
r-a-a-gs and bot-tels to buy! Bot-tell
bot-tels"
The woman HES quickly away to
: barrel in corner Of the yard and fill
: her apron with empty bottles.
Here your she shrieks. Here's
She stops and looks at the man. &
II looks at her. There is recognition
d both their faces. Heart pictures al
% memories are never efaced.
2 "Well, I'll be derned," said he.
T .sSo'll J." said she.
= They had met again.--Detroit =,