Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1886-09-02
The Romance of Tiuc L
Long Branch.

Correspondents New York World.
-Four years ago there came with &.
blaze of summer society beaut;,s;
young southern lady. Her form S.
fragile, rface was pale and spiritus;;.
almost angelic in expression, but Sc
on her cheek was the hectic rose ~.
bade soon to blossom for the ers.a
She was rich, well educated, and NO.
sessed OF many friends. Courtis,s,
Yes, lots. She turned them all avn.
kindly. Her principal charm Was
sweet, mournful, lute-like voice. A.
touched the melancholy chords in ~
hearts of all her hearers. She ratha'
shrank from using it, butt was calIss
into use with overpowering effect -
several quiet cottage parties. II
sing was but to charm.
A little over a year before one of IN.
most beautiful bellies in all Sou.bars
Louisiana became betrothed with ~.
gallant son OF a still more gallant plant'
er. They lived but for each other
They lived but tolove- Changes cam.
and made it essential that the plants
er's son must seek a livelihood TO-
himself. He received a iiatterinp off,
to enter into business nChieago. Part-
ings are always sad, but when miles
separate heart from heart that twina
as closely to each other as the ivv
and the oaken tendril, it is plunoed
into the very abyss of sadness. Well
they parted: mutual promises to yrits
early and often, of course. For a
while letters flew thick and fast; but
not too fast for the lovers. Then came
a silence, strange, unaccountable 81.
lence. The silence OF day lapsed into
that OF week, a month, six months
yes, year. And all the while away
down there where the knocking bird
sings and the southern breeze blow.
there was a fond true heart that was
breaking Father and friends saw she
was slowly fading. In alarm for their
loved one they hurried away to this
far-offresort.
One evening the young lady above
alluded to attended a cottage party.
She had sung twice to an admirinp an
dience, when a brief anonymous note
was thrust into her hand, with the
request that she sing her favorite song.
She trembled as she recognized well
known chirographY. The piano re-
sounded with soft prelude Then a
sweet, dove-like voice fioated out up-
on the air with the words Must we.
then, meet as strangers?" How thu
listeners were charmed with the pa
thos of the warbler The poor girl
struggled bravely through the first
verse, and essayed a second. She turn
ed CHASTITY pale and her form trembled
conyulsively as she finished the first
line. Then, turning her eyes, she met
those laden with reciprocal love, and,
with a pitiful cry, she sank senseless
to the floor Loving hands raised her.
gently, and her form rested in manly
arms. She soon regained conscious
ness, and-well, let's draw the veil.
The affair, of course, created great
sensation among the guests, and one
gentleman remarked that he never
heard Balfe's gem sung with as great
effect.
To-day / handled baby on my
knee upon the sands near the West
End Beside me sat lady upon
whose chetaI there bloomed no hectic
rose. Can you guess who the lady
was? Can you see through the whole
story? There is a moral in this tale.
It's all well enough Tor Directing par
ents TO intercept some girls letters,
but circumstances alter cases. Also,
love is wonderful panaeea at times
for aching hearts and hectic cheeks.