Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-04-23
THEY MET AGAIN.
A Love Story Whose Truthfulncss 10
Readily Perceiyable.

Readily Perceivable.
They stood together under the waving
branches of a mighty elm on the banks
of q 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 a 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 / 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 a summer sea before
him. All me, and ali me! That ever
storm should come, that ever rude blasts
should assail, that ever hearts should
break! Well, we'll, and again, l say,
well, we'll! Lives and loves end every
day, lives and loves like these. Lovers
part to meet 10 more; hearts break and
are forever sad.
She spoke: q
"Adclbert," she sighed, her voice like
the far away tinkling of evening bells,
land must this be? Must VIC, o, Adel-
bert, mast we be torn apart? o, Adel-
bert, me poor heart will lreuk!"
Courage, my sweet one, courage"
he said, with trembling voice and quiv-
ering lips, cit shall not be for long. I
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 passionate, thrilling, joyous,
manly, burning kiss on her white lips
and he was gone, leaving her in a
swoon on the banks Of the murmuring
stream under the tender light of tho
plying stars. He was gone!
And he didn't come back. Various
policemen, justices Of the peace and
county judges knowwhy. The golden
West" seemed n Or a dozen too many
for him. A man who met him in Lead
vile ten years later said he was the
toughcst-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 yer his big
amistic irregularities. He was free to
go back to his first love now il he
would. After fifteen years he thought
he would.
And shep Had she been faithful?
Had her heart broken? Was she lying
under the daisies on the banks Of that
stream where first she told hex love?
All, me-! We shall see!
A woman, y great big woman, is
bending over q wash-tub in a Little back
yard in IN alley running between the
Streets of an Eastern city. She is doing
out ga bit of washing' for her nina
small children, while the husband basks
on his back in the sunshine by her side.
He is smoking; SO is she. Four dogs
lie at her feet. The nine children are
raising CAIN in the front OF the house,
but she needs them not. A man is COM
ing through the alley with a two
wheeled, shaky and uncertain cart and
a Shaker old blind horse. He is cry
ing:
"Bot-teIs. bot-tels, botlels! R-a-a-gs.
r-a-a-gs and bot-tels. to buy! Bot-tes,
bot-teIs!"
The oma hes. quickly away to =
barrel in a corner Of the yard and fills
her apron with empty bottles.
"Here your she shricks. Here's"
She stops and looks at the man. He
looks at her. There is recognition in
both their faces. Heart pictures and
memories arc never eflaced.
'tWoll, l'ube derncd," said he.
'sSo1l l." said she.
Ihoy had met agan.-..lsIros F+ee
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