The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1889-09-05

from him he had spoken of his
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the war, and felt that while his strength
lasted he must fight. He WINS more needed
Yet AFTER the first year began there were
Lookout Mountain the lists Of killed and
among the list Of missing. Hugh Heriot.
A' :Si. Il af"'1 Cam sni" %orsi. c.pound what
that one word meant i'm those days.? Not
the .harp blow Of "wounded." which inn
mediate repair TO the sufferer. and all the
gentle ministries to relieve one and cOn-
Sas the o ss,sr a n'si": Sai IN saxins 6 2. . issiass;
with the iRnus fat,as OF hope; but that
that hound the victim to the stake and
piled the fa9ots, but delayed to light the
hire till the waiting grew To madness.
tive s"s a;ai. s snd sA Sss@sn meant '% To ssr u
long chapter Of surmineda gonies. In her
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renewed and Exaggerated, she painted
such sufrcrings for her lost lover, such
would have been a positive relief to her
to know of his death; yet she would not
admit it tn herself. She lost all that held
her to life when, just a.. the war ceased:
her widowed mother died suddenly and
without one farewell word.
hall ~ w"s,a nave snrr Dsieh her n" :" c Ior MARION hon
she had money enough to live on COM
fortably, and SO she shut herself in her
tiny house with her old servant, and made
herself a solitary mourner. Her beautiful
and abundant brown hair grew white as
snow, and her eyes lost their sparkle; but
her health gradually asserted itself anew,
her constitution was strong and she al
most lived out-of-<loors, either i'm her gar
den, which was her sole amusement and
nlnnSaapx,- mr. VAN IL inO nvSsr the hrxnzv hills
OF the country about. She had never been
half SO beautiful when Hugh Heriot knew
one exquisite m;ornine In May, she stood
by her door clipping bou9hs of hawthorn
from her one cherished tree, and placing
already gathered I'm n large basket. There
too were sheaves Of pale .narcissus, trails
Hi re snow.i Rs"s n mSf, ao.u pS.s" tnliS "s f for
u wal Memorial day, and never since it's
first observance had Marion failed to
h cemetery, and add her share to the
honors of the few dead soldiers who slept
in that small and shaded place of rest.
u~nhonored place where her lovers body
rested, for long ago h had given up hope
fSS n.r n or foli nee s'S WSo prayed n,s sd" over w hia
last sleep? The thought stunR her again
as she took from the doorstep a smaller
ways dressed the low mound above her
mother, and taking the larger one on her
arm, went over to the schOOlhonse. where
the young village girls were making
wreaths and bouquets. From there she
went to her Mothers grave. and began tn
adorn il with all the blossoms of wood and
field her mother had loved so much i'm her
life; she heard the distant music of the
hand begin to send its wailing requiem
sion was just entering; she heard the slow
toll of the bell that always rsing "a kncll i'm
Alton on Decoration day; she knelt by the
headstone of her mothers rcsting-placC,
and leaning her head against IL sobbed
bitterly, and spoke aloud i'm her re-
ear to hear: 10 Hugh! MY Hugh! If j
could but know where You are lying! Ii
could only see your grave, il would he. a
ness, and the place OF your scpulchrt no
man unto this day. Why, VIII!
Marion" said n voice She lifted hcr
quivering lids. Hugh stood before her
With a low cry she fell across her moth
She Knew IN no more n til she came back to
life ON her own sofa, with Hugh kneeling
beside her, and the village doctor drop
lips. Sh looked at her dcad-alive lover
with anxious, asking yes.
II am not Hugh; 1 am Sandy;" he sait
her eyes and her heart; every line am
swered to line i'm the strong fine face, ex
ce?t that it was older; darker, more worn
the smile was sadder and swectcr thar
ever Hu9h's had been; hut il was Hugh,
VOICE III tone ana accent.
There was "a long story to tell when Ma
rion could listen; hut through il all she
felt a strange and CHASTITY sense that shs
was listening to a tale from another
world, was following n sound i'm the dark
Alexander Heriot was indeed the true
image of his brother /; Inc had been tall ant
pale and delicate i'm his youth; but wher
the war broke out, and he openly avowet
his opposition to the course of the South
he was obliged for his mothers and hi
life's sake to take refuge i'm the mi
till he could find n way to join the arm.
of the North, as he knew Hugh had done
The out door life and enforced exercis'
restored him to perfect health, and i'm 81,
months he had found the Union army, bu
not Hugh; and volunteering into TIN
ranks, had fought well and bravely til
peace came; then he went back to his ma
tive place, only to find his mother dead
and his sister the bride of n day, widowct
and alone, hut bitter against him will
that intense bitterness that only exist
between those who are kindred and hav,
been dear to each other.
There, too, he found the report of Hug
as missing" and having no homc-fo
his sister had gone to her husband
friends i'm no means 4
make the plantation remunerativc. h
sold il for "a small sum. and dividing til
proceeds with Cornelia, devoted himsel
to tracing Hugh.
At last. by one OF those accidents W
ought To call ''providents" he discovere-
his brothers. knapsack i'm the hut of
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