Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-04-08
THEY MET AGAIN.
A Love Story Whose Truthfulness is
Readily PerceivabIe.

A Love Story Whose Truthfulness is
Readily Perceivable.
They stood together under the waving
branches of mighty elm on the banks
of singing brook one fair, sweet night
in June. A calm and holy joy was in
her fair young face-the joy that comes
to 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 alb me! Would
that l 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 adj me! That ever
should assail, that ever hearts should
break! Well, well, and again, 1 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,
land must this be? Must we, o, Adel-
bert, must we be torn aparte 0, Adel-
bert, me poor heart will breakr'
Courage, my sweet one, courage"
he said, with trembling voice and quiv-
ering lips, 'sit shall not be for long. I
go to the golden West to make home,
humble it may be, for me beautiful
t.
shall meet again"
Eyes, yes, yes," she cried, quickly
and passionately, 1--WE shall meet again.
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
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 s'golden
West" seemed one or a dozen too many
for him. A man who met him in Lead
vile ten years later said he was the
Misunderstanding 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 she? Had she been faithful?
Had her heart broken? Was she lying
under the daisies on the banks of that
stream where first she told her love?
All, me! We shall see!
A woman, a great big woman, is
bending over a wash-tub in a little back
yard in an alley running between the
streets of an Eastern city. She is doing
out ga bit of washing" for her nine
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
s'raising Cain" in the front of the house,
but she needs them not. A man is COM
ing through the alley with two
wheeled, shaky and uncertain cart and
a shaker old blind horse. He is cry
ing:
"Bot-tels bot-tels, bot-tels! R-a-a-gs,
Rags and bot-tels to buy! Bot-te1s,
bot-tels"
The woman HES quickly away to a
barrel in a corner of the yard and fills
her apron with empty bottles.
''Here your she shrieks. Here's
She stops and looks at the man. He
looks at her. There is recognition in
both their faces. Heart pictures and
memories are never effaced
s'Well, TIL be derned,'' said he.
''So'll l. said she.
They had met spain. Detroit Free
Press.