The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-04-24
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My DEAREST NATE: Your telegram ill
! n WITH n!arn an wlA in,, AMI j.. should
,.oJ ~ the honest Dick opa ! an Il Lid.
~. 81, thai Joy i; u, tla ascendant. Ne
all b two happy people. ha:a}.s> W. ca,,
Il! E,a sacrifices Tor each ofIlr". Our low
has nn,i,,. OF .clti>!lness in H. and wiiI,
/ W. nave postponed our marriage Tor the
,'ta .. others, we are now, it seems, to
: hurry it on b,ca',s, VIC both love our dear
joe, and YOU are miserable in his absanc,
Well, SO ain ]. 50 far as it is possible for n
man 10 Ia miserable under the circunl-
I stai.ca. You i.ave got ) ONE strange fancy
,ito voar dear nth. head about Joe. and
N:ti not be satisfied without fcllowiuy hin;
! to New York ta'sa YOU at your word.
and shall writato Manchest ter by this nos,
! to fix my vacations, and l am glad to say
NV partners can well afford to lot mo go.
Cuisines, has prcspered with rs, and ,h
/ future Is even more hopeful than our mo,1
san2uine expectations. So, sweet Kate,
my dear love ami friend, we will becom.
Nj: and Mrs. Richard Woodvile as Quick
| a til. law a,u. the churcl, will let III. and
unil get Your letter in the morning. my
tear, ,'car Kate.
/ Love to Aunt Dorothy, and a hean OF
Kisses for you-one of which YOU can aus.
81 t" a. d., but only one. Your own,
! Dick
MY DEAR, KIND Dick: Our dear Jos :,
lead. ! am sure Of it-tlead and buried j.,
that crave in kcllsal Green. Don
link me mad. Aunt Dorothy say
| am; she is very good to me- Dr.
Ware says the news OF MI. Neelham';
eath. coming upon Jocs letter describing
':rir meeting, has upset my nerves. Law
yer Wood has put the affair in what he
calls its legal and logical shape, and
-aughs at ne. But, chit Dick. there i, III.
instinct that is above logic, a pain that /;
iavonl medicine. My heart knows it's ow.;
SORROW, and my heart mourns for o,r dro,.
! Joe. He is dead and that man Nee,lha.n
,,as gone to New Yori; i'll his place. M.
! G's'en may have Il name that suggest, riii
si'Ic and belief III supernatural things
! ,har seems foolish. But / hav. seen Jo;,
>lDcs. he left lis, and he wa, standing bv The
white column in the cllurchyar'. | sal
nothing Of this until / read Mr. Green's
letter in The Times. and then nv heart an!
soul and mind. Ill my being, were filed
"ith the revelations of Jo,'S death It wn,
on SATURDAY night. You had just arrived
BY the mai! from Manchester. The clock
was stflklug Len IL was II lovely nigh
There was beautiful neon. i.ukc;l cu,
OF the window to blow Il kiss in my fancy
far away to Joe. when tho mconl.um,
seemed to strike II halo about tho.
white column III the churchyar,l
anu though it is a quarter Of mile away.
distinctly saw Joe standing there.
eic was il, evening dress. and he locke;
towards me and then turnel sadly away.
, While l. gozed transHxea, Il cloud passed.
, over the moon;. and churchyarl column
t.'e sad vision, and all vanished AVA.
/ Don you remember that va; "a all tr,
night: Don't you remember that Ann
Dorothy gave me her .nel!i.,y salts. an.
thac She was very angry bet3is, ,avo ked
at whist: Don't You rememL,r that YOU
said looked pale and i'll ill.,. ,.s,xt day Al
church, and that you put ii down 10 poo
ls!'. Luke 3 sarnlnn: Your cheering WORKS
Aunt Doro'hy's k.nln.s:. i,clptl Ia, IT,
begin to forget VIA; had ,onn o. tancje,
au1' Jce's kilograms o. MONDAY quite s.lr.;
He until n:;hs. "hc" III" dca. OF Nrai,,am
; shocked mo. AID the letter at tia. 7,,ph.,
Il parliament in TIE Tim., VA tuesday
Grove n,n crazy. recalled :tn vision ~,
saturday night, and ltly heart :ae..,ei /,
cry out he is dead, Your brotilcr is mpr-
dn,r!, the wretcned man Who was like him,
has poisoned mimi coul not shake il OF
'an'!n'' no", even after your letter an!
assurances. and the evidence Ii! t!lt, i,:uuc,t
the identity, 'hu lttcrs. everything. an.
IL woman. AMI nnt logical; am a woman.
and don't ask mo to reason. low.
:l'M; ask my heart, Does I've lve:' Tho
answer IS, No. | go into his room,
touch his coat, I look at his picture
Does he 'vas 1 ask. No: His dogs 90
whining "bo''; tue place, the summer wind
mean III the trees, my pigeons come and
nestle upna NJ. as il they knew and wer,
sorry Two OF the roses on the grave,
~aese 1oe'> heart Vas buried with hers h.
loved SO land 1 loved her deayly as 1 comic
"vs and did love every thing he loyedl
TWO Ut his favorite rose trees are diving.
alid never saw so red and angry a sunset
as that OF last night. Now, dearest Dick
come hack to Wyedale and take me to New
hosS. That is. it you care to have SO for.
ioln u companion. I have told YOU all
1891 anu fear and dread; but am still the
ous'ness'llke little woman you say YOU adj
mre' and mean to be very shrewd and
business like, and either to find Joe alive
On the other side Ut the sea or to track his
1nuiuerer down. So il this is the sort Of
" "ouah You care to marry, 20 to Doctors
t,: get the license, bring it. and my
LINES are packed for our Journey. And,
gu: Goa should b. ~ good as to spare us
.nS aw1ui calamity. it He should reverse
q ae can. II that vision and all the
tes' should b. nothing but a little disor-
uer ono an overwraaght fancy a. Aunt
osny says. them dear Dick, my best
IRE ,raen%; what a happy, happy world it will
W. Come to your wretched, loving
| - KATE"