Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-04-29

among the olsaseers. zanc.s.. 80: 80: 800,
volume of water roaring OF to the Platte
| river, swelling its tide to wash the shores Of
| sandy plains and fertile. meadow lands, far
/ to the turbulent Missouri, ending at last in a
| shining blue sea, the great Gulf Of Mexico
Shall l carry you, you little thin thingr'
said Glen.
"You might slip" said, so hand in hand
Like two children ve crossed the slippery
land to the ranch two miles away. On hill
by the creek / saw our wagon flung bottom
up, and by the ranch We found our horses
feeding quietly. Luckily Clem's matches
In the silver case had given him long before
we were married-were dry, and he built up
fire in the fireplace in the log cabin. When
l stood there to dry my clothes took my
treasures out of my wet pocket and put them
by the fire. Glenn came in with some wood
and saw them. He stopped down on one
knee and took them in his hand.
Il was running away when l saw you,"
said, determined to keep no more secrets
from him He looked up at me and said,
slowly:
Il was running away myself I thought
you hated mel sold the ranch to Mrs.
France-good business woman-mean, though
-haggled a year about the price, S. 900 l
was going to mail you the particulars, and
she would pay you One of those visitors OF
hers has offered me place ON his big cattle
ranch in Texas; l was going there. You
have had four years Of misery-the money
would pay you a little and you could go
home-I would not trouble you any more
wrote this in letter"
Can ! see it, Clern"
e. L.
on its way down the Platte now-letter was
hard to write-nearly broke my heart-told
Olsen to look out for you-was going to send
the team back, so you could get away all
right-came down to Dry Creek canyon
afraid I'd meet Mrs France and her crowd +"
He spoke in quick, jerky sentences, looking
at my treasures; he turned them over in his
hands and looked up at me- Fifteen dol
lars. the photograph Of a man who ruined
your life, and-ard a dead baby's shoe
wonder if the pilgrim entered the gates o.
paradise with SO light a loadH'
Glenn cried. sit is heaven now il you
will love me and forgive me.n
He jumped up and took me in his arms.
miserable towards that we were. Molly,
running away from each other, too silly and
proud to tell each other the truth! Shall we
begin all over again-let me win you once
more and keep you petr'
1t did not seem like sober, indifferent Glenn
at all, this eager, passionate lover. 1t was
very dear to me, too, l had starved for love
so long,
'And will you take me to Texas?' said.
"Of course" laughed. 1--WE ere just mar
ried, are we not? And no more ranches for
me of my own. Somebody else can do the
work; it's beyond US two. We don't want
to be rich: we want to be happy"
While we stood there hand in hand, like
two young lovers, we heard loud rafting,
and there came Olsen and Mrs. Bohm driv-
ing at full speed across the prairie. Mrs.
Bohm had come over to spend the day with
me, and then Olsen knew was gone some
other way. He borrowed her team and went
to find me. He tracked my steps to the
canyon and the double tracks across the mud
to the ranch. Luckily he had missed the
food
my wife is going to Texas with me-" said
Glenn proudly. The dear fellow had suffered,
knowing Olsen knew how unhappy we were.
THAT is good" said Olsen in his slow way,
''for Mrs. BONN and me are agreed to get
married, and could not go with YOU"
Later, Oleiu auu OlSeu RESCUED our wagon
and hitched our horses ahead Of Mrs Bohm's
team. We had quite procession Mrs.
BONN sat with Olsen in the front seat, and
Glen sitting behind with me insisted on
wrapping blanket about me and holding it
too. He had given me back my treasures ex-
cept the little worn shoe. He kept that Ito
remind him." he said, but he would not say
any more. Mems feelings are buried deeper
than women's, and have learned to know
that onlyin times of great trouble and danger
are the depths of Clem's nature reused into
motion.
The sunset famed out red and golden be-
hind the foothills, the sky was glowing with
glorious color, the cloud bursts of Dry Greek
canyon and of our lives were over Nature
and love laughed again in the sunlight
Patienc &c Stapleton in Woman.