Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1886-02-10


unaaksred. aud. Ocnine neeser. toOk Mar hand
r III.
sUeax.s ~ eaid. ard surefy II Ina nayer
| 1ovod hes Win Is intenge ana earnest I
1 Love befors: s0fo!y s ma never seemed
/ % much ! part Of his life q now when the
dnrk wAys IL separation was 20 soon to roll
tbetween them: surely he had never realized
Nov much ! part 81 himseN 10 had become
= bow that their ways were to divide: adear,
win a. yOur bidding. i viii % away. will
leass you-but not forever. However wide
the drsar expanse of ocean between MS.
| fore " meet. I shall hold Won bonnd 10 me:
I shall vet return 70 claim, Won. q dear
love cf nv youthi 4 ahAll stilf hold vou ID
The \ purifyinr9a Y ~ennoblino infinence
81 nv life. Fate - be GRIFFIN the dark
| hour one NAV we'll look 10 a darker-but II
Time should separate. Eternity shall re.
unite. Yet, after all, that greatest sorrow
viii not ba Ours: as in the old sweet dnxs I
shall ON through the mountain nass
into this dear vallev n And vor here
amonrst the roses with your welcoming hand
readyf 10 meet INV own. o. nv dear. Il will
Be worth living Tor. worth knowing lonely
DAYS. worth beorine greet observation-disclosures.
to pain such rapture after ali And you.
Jean. what win you doYn
APPS But aha could NOT sneak. Surely the
sacrifice had never seemed 40 hard MS now
TINT his voice spoke her name with SO deep
a tenderness. such Infinite love. Then She
lifted her eyes to his. Il shall wait for the
Glad hour which Won have pict,,red 10 me.
and. Norman. il will come: feel it-nay. 1
know tit will come
"A little longer they stood on The lawn.
- Al l. u. - -. -
the hour which Time cou!d not n,uch lonoer
DELAY. The wears which might come Be-
tween them were lost SIGHT Of. in fancy
they were living over the Ulad moment
which Hhould reunite them.
Mr.. (,raema,s voice aroused Them. II
was soon oyer-the hurried explanation.
at was better for Norman 10 90 alone nj
first. go she would stay with them \ little
longer and while the old mans trembling
fingers rested lovingly ON her sunny cntls.
the mother. who. with a womnn's intuition.
Jaw into the other woman'R heart. took the
Girls hand in her v and bent over Il with
loving Inns. Then as Norman rose 10 90.
Mr.. Graeme. With his kindly CLASH. drew the
Young man back into the room.
"Stay 4 little longer, Jean will sing for
us-youll never hear so bonny n voice MS
INV Jeans, though you search the whole
world over. Sing. Jean. the SOM YOU sang
the other day-you mind it, wife? Il Gamma
Ieaye the Anil Folk Now Won tbonpht
If us. too. when Norman told Won Of Ris
fortune, Ell, lassie?r
How she snnu the tender. pathetic ballad
Jean never ofterward knew. She only
knew that il was through n mist she saw
the words. and through n deeper mist
locked up into Norman's eyes-scarcely
less dim than her own. Then for one pas-
sionate moment his arms we're around her.
for one moment her head Law against his
heart-and il was over, the sharp agony of
self Pronunciation. the anguish of that great
sacrifice.
Then she returned 10 the house to smile
brayely nj her fathers CHEEKY words. To
receive her mothers kiss with sweet. uu-
uuiyeripp Inns. II was oyer-but there re-
NAMED the clndness of their meeting dav.
Not unhappily the wears passed by 10
Jean in the restful quiet Of the valley living
within the shadow Of the Scotch hills.
From the far southern land Norman's let
tiers came like a breath of brighter air across
the winter chill Of these grim mountains.
Now they would tell her Of the strange life
OF these tropic regions, of fairy like visions
Of forests in the Orinoco with their glorious
flowers and curious plants: every page was
Elvl0 WIt0 tnG Ql0W or SO01n AmerlC3n 211n.
sets. OF rare red dawns. of sultry. shadeless
Moons.
Il was never his life Of which he smoke.
never lis alone: in every hope. in every
dream. her name came first. II was of their
future he wrote, when wealth and distinc.
ton fell to his lot. Their future,--and as
for Jean. afar in her simple home. her
dreams were like his own. tinped with the
hone which made their separation bright.
Never a letter reached her but bore the
old yearning question: "When will You
come. Jean?h And Jean read IL with deeper
love for the absent writer, but with never a
thought of change.
So the wears went by-to Norman full
OF stir and excitement, to Jean full Of pure
content-until one day a shadow fell across
the sunshine Of her letters. .She was not
we'll: the cold air Of her mountains had
been unkind Of late. II was nothing-yet."
How passionate the cry which went up
from the depths Of Norman's soul as he
read the mothers note! "Their n Jean
was ill.," Not this blow! not this agony!
Surely God would be merciful!
position which he held. Norman engaged
passage on the first steamer leaving Tor
home-a nnmeless sorrow areing his
bronzed face, a sick horror at his heart.
All through the long VOYAGE that Thought
he could not put into words racked his
soul.
AT last he was at home: a few hours
More and he would be with Jean, How
familiar the quaint old town! how sweet
the brisk clear voices! how fresh and brac-
ing the airt
Here he and jean had gone that n
morning no long apo-he could see her in
her pink dress, with her bright hair falling
in tangled curls on her dimpled shoulders.
How careful he had been Oh her hitting her
over the stiles and pilino huge o in
the brook for her to step on when she in
sisted upon crossing the pretty stream alone.
Here they had gone for a long rumble the
day his happiness had come to him. Men,
DRY showed him that lovely picture-Jean
IN her ffesh giriish beauty, her innocent
eyes dim with q loyoins mist as he told her
OF the happy life which lay before them.
he looked up at the mountains, white
wifn the iate.iying snow OF that bitter De-
cemDer, and nough OF the morning when
he had Cllmbe0 hat tall DeQk to Qatber for