The Arizona sentinel., 1886-04-24
THEY MET AGAIN.
A Love Story Whose Truthfulness Is
 Readily Perceiyable.

Love story Whose TruthfulneSS IS
 Readily Perceiyable.
 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 a maiden loving and beloved. She looked up into his handsome face with such proud, tender, trustful look. Her hand rested confiding in his; soft and tow were the words she spoke-words no ear but his should hear
 And he! An me, and ah 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 a summer sea before him. An me, and ah me! That ever storm should come, that ever rude blasts should assail, that ever hearts should break! We'll, well, and again, say, well, well! Lises 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, must we be torn apart? O, Adel- bert, me poor heart will breakr'
 Courage, my sweet one, courage" " he said, with trembling voice and quiv- ering lips, ''it shall not be for long. l go to the golden West to make home, humble it may be, for me beautiful bride. Have courage, me life. We shall meet again. J
 "Yes, yes, yes," she cried, quickly and passionately, ''we shall meet again. o, Adelbert, if it were not for that blessed assurance I 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 the pitying stars. He was gone!
 And he didn't come back. Various policemen, justices of the peace and county judges knowwhy. The ''golden Vest seemed one or a 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 go back to his first love now if he would. After fifteen years he thought he would.
 And sheP Had she been faithful? Had her heart brokenP Was she lying under the daisies on the banks of that stream where first she told her love? An, me! We shall see!
 A woman, a great big woman, is bending over a wash-tub in little back yard in an alley running between the streets of an Eastern city. She is doing out ia 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 raising Cain" in the front of the house, but she needs them not. A man is con- ing through the alley with two- wheeled, shaky and uncertain cart and a shakier 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 buyl Bot-tels, bot-teIs."
 Tho 1yopoan hies onick1v away to q barrel in 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.
 Well, I'll be derned," said he.
 'sSo'll l." said she.
 They had met again.-DetroH Free Press.