The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-02-12

was very w1cked OF me, or course. But
then, you see, / always hated poverty;
and you were SO very impecunious at
that time. / really thought it better
to die off yourhands."
Here she turned suddenly to me
with a sweet graciousness OF manner,
while her eyes, alive with knocking
spirits, looked me through and
through.
"My husband is a little remiss at in
Productions, so / find | must make
myself known to you, as / see you are
one of his friends. Every one has q
skeleton in his closet, you know, and
] present you to Brian's."
She made a joyful courtesy as she
spoke.
"Only he fancied it was laid away
under ground" she added. perhaps
he has told you Of our runaway match
when he was at college, and how an
CRY poor mamma was, and hushed
the matter up, and carried me away
to Europe to finish my school days
there. And there it was that mamma
made her brilliant second marriage
a real true German baron; and we
went away to Vienna to live. But
first / died; for one must die-must
not one?-to get into Paradise. Brian
would have never let me go there
alive, so | sent him a lock of my hair
and a little scrawling death-bed note
inclosed in a letter from mammals
maid, who had helped us to run away
the year before. You remember
Fifne, Brian? She has come over
with me now. Such a clever soul l
can't tell how / should ever, without
her, managed to keep myself informed
ofyour movements, and OF course /
had to do that, for allwidowers aren't
so constant, and you might have
married you know"
He interrupted her, hoarse with pas
sion: "And howdoI know thatycu-"
"0h, Brian, how can you! AS if
that were not just what my step-fa-
her and / quarreled aboutl After
ear. mamma died, she died last year"
with o pretty, plaintive fall in voice
and eyelids, come and gone as swiftly
as a child's grave look)-'and he was
quite set on making q match for me;
and OF course that wouldn't do at all,
you know. Dear mamma was SO con-
tent to let me enjoy life in my own
way; but after she was gone, the step
papa becameiust a little difficult. And
So Well, Brian, / knewyou were nc
longer q poor man, and that | should
not drag you down now. And SO I
have come back to you if you will
have me-" She put out her hands
then in the Lost pleading way. lii
had been a man
But Brian did not soften IN the
least. He had pent up his wrath aow,
and had it under his control; but his
voice was still hoarse as he said to
her:
81 shall take pains to learn whether
all this is truth. Meanwhile we will
not trespass any longer upon Miss
Deane's patience. / shall take you
back to my house, and will set out
within the hour for Vienna. Miss
Deane will pardon"
There he broke off huskily. He had
not once lifted his eyes to me since
first they fell upon her shadow, which
the waning sunset cast between us.
But-how ] haa the strength / dc
not know-but ! went straight up to
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her on the pretty smooth white brow
as she lifted up her face to mine. Is
there woman born who cal keep
anger for a pretty child? And there
are some people who never outgrow
the. charm and responsibility ofchild-
hood; if they pluck at ones heart
strings with their careless fingers until
one could be stung into giving them q
blow or a shake, one must kiss and
be friends afterward. And then /
turned to him-I must have had q
vision of how it would all end; for she
was wonderfully fair; she had been his
first love; she would be his last. I
turned to him.
81 am sure you will find all as she
has said, and that you win forgive her.
/ don't think / shall be here still when
you come back from your long jour
ney, SO you must let me give you my
best wishes now"
Our hands met for one instant-not
our eyes; we neither of us could bear
that. Then our hands fell apart and
presently | was alone.
My day was over; twilight darkened
in the window gray and blank.
And after ~twilight2
just a paragraph in a book / have
| been turning over by my solitary fire.
side tonight has set me thinking OF
all this. 1t says:
There are women who live all their
lives long in the cold white moonlight
of other peoples reflected Joy. 1t is
not a bad kind of light to live in after
all. 1t may leave some dark, ghostly
corners in the heart unwarmed, but
like other moonlight, it let's q great
deal be seen overhead that sunshine
hides. "-Harper's Weekly.
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