Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-07-02
Two KINDS OF LOVE.
Tale Of Army Life and
Death.

|rein extremes meet more strikingly
in that portion of the Pacific coast
BE- which some of the posts of the
ted States army are situated. The
hcmonts in advanced civilization are,
hany cases, as scrupulously adhered
by the garrison officers and their
bilics as they are unknown and I'M
editor among the rough miners and
|chers who surround them. AS a
ural result of all this there is no sort
Intercourse between the two classes,
each knows comparatively little of
habits and lives of the other.
me exquisite afternoon, when the sun
5 going down with a soft gorgeous
s unknown to Eastern skies, there
ne along a little woodland path a tall,
mo girl, whom it would have been
difficult to identify with either
the classes referred to. She might
e been daughter OR sister to one of
officers but that a sort of ruralness,
far as possible from awkwardness,
ned to characterize her. But, as to
face, she was beautiful enough to be
IA We're do Vere-or wood nymph
in reality she was very far re-
;ed from either type. She was only
Y Gray, the teacher of the little
'ol, where the rough miners chill
A went to get their early stoH of
Being left dependent On her
cxertions, on the death of hor
or, she had come from a somewhat
e civilized community to take this
'ol, and had got board in the family
re parents Of some of her pupils,
n, Woodworking people, who did not
erstand her ways and cared so little
nestigate them that they let her en-
y alone, not knowing what a boon
conferred thereby.
she lived her lonely life, scarcely
wing chat it was lonely. No girl
d have been less retrospective and
ytical of self, and she did not once
'ect that her soul was embodied like
fragrance in a rosebud. She no
e dreamed of a fuller life than the
scentless bud, in its wrappings
'ngy green, dreams that it needs but
magic touch of the sun to burst into
ious and fragrant rose.
as the costume she wore on the
ling we + speaking of an elegant
or not? Who shall say? 1t was
simplest white cotton dress that clad
slim beauty with a fitness that made
a part of it, and the hat she wore
a plain white straw that seemed to
her dainty head and shade her
eyes as no other bit of millinery in
world could have done. 1t was a
m evening, and the kerchief that
sed on her breast left bare IL portion
The roundness of her milk-white
at, and outlined, rather than con-
ed, the slim beauty of her figure.
had two shabby little books in one
!, and in the other a great glowing
sh OF hcliotrope. pulled with the
Ton greediness with which we mass
ther the ox-eye daisies and golden
OF Il country walks. Now and
= as she strolled along, she held this
luet close to her face and inhaled its
'tness with Il keen, scnsuous enjoy
It.
Ne was entirely unconscious of self
certainly nothing was farther from
thoughts just now than that she
'he object of attention from a pair
cry interested eyes. These were in
possession of a tall young officer,
came sauntering toward her. with
lndeScribable ease of bearing which
lllarlty with barracks and ball
MS sometimes-by no means always
Nparts. He was dressed iii a sort of
que uniform and was smoking a
aette, which he threw away ms he
g nearer the young girl, lifting his
Ill The same moment. Mary knew,
curse that he was one of the officers
u slie post. She had often seen
rs she had seen the birds of the
w she had never spoken to one
hem, and she would almost as soon
: expected one of the birds to sweep
n ana engage her in conversation
ne would have expected one of the
'ers to talk to her. 1t was not eX-
v'hat She felt them so far above her
altogether different. Five minutes
! lllc episode had passed out of her
o. so with Capt. Darcy. He had
, mad susceptibilities almost as keen
now. and while these were
some, what the wors for wear he
sui tastidious enough to be fired
omethlng like enthusiasm by the
loersul beauty Of the girl he had met