Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1889-05-08

turned cold shoulder-;o me. an drove
her nm her father out of town when they
went away never to come again. Hard
Luck was inside. nm she out with me,
them two the only Passengers.
At n turn in the road Mister Jack was
waitin' ON his bronco To say sood-by.
so pulled up.
"tiood-by and God bless you." he saws.
kinder chokin'; II think II the mine had
/ not proved ii bonanza am made you rich
you might have cared for me. love
YOU. an shall all my iifc.'
There were tears in his blue cycs. an
mans tears means scrc heart wound
"t;ood-b by" she answers. hol,lin' ont
hcr hand that he took and pat Ia his lips:
m there they parted. them two that
loved each other. never in this world TO
meet again.
"Bciladonner. ] says. rs I drives on
You haze given him his death blow"
Hearts do not break" she SAYS. sortcr
scornful; "hc will s,,on forget me"
The lectlc gal I've loved fur fifteen
year is dead" ! says. sorrcrful. she
ain't you. with that graspin' way. M
tha, har,l. cold look. she's the lec,le mite
that wanted To b. 'spcctaLlc an that
could Sccr fur one natercl an FRENZY"
"Sparc me-" she cries, with pitiful
lcctlc sob. "lIcart, do break. for min.
Is brc;;lSin' now"
She leaned her pretty head against my
sleeve. us She ,sscd To years ,;ono by, an
couldn't speak no more When I bid
her Goo,l-by asked her To send some
lcctlc hopeful message TO jack.
mo. no." she cried. hooking proud and
firm. but white. too. us il it hur; her.
mot n word. mean to bc u great lady,
an live in the life the hooks tell about"
- them volumes" said l. .'Ef i q
knowcd what they was putin in Your
he'd never one of EN- should You have
had"
She t..ncd an flung her arms round
my neck. an kissed by bronzcd old
check. my gray beard mingling with her
golden hair. and that one spot where her
lips rested | would like To think the de
cay OF nature will spare when am il,
my grave.
Farewell, You. ray dear. dear friend.
M the old life" she cried, IN saw her
no more.
Life passes somehow even i'm our noun
tams where so lcotlc happens, an
knowcd was CROWN old by tho brake
bein' hard To set nm the horses pullin'
still. an so liavin' money saved an some
good investments in mines. one day
drove the old team FOR the last time. an
lcit en- with II sort of dimncss i'm NV
eyes. for I'd been consideratc of en- allus
as good driver ought, an went down
to Denver TO loaf like gentleman.
Five years after she went from Miles
Canon ! scc old Hard Luck in the hotel
In Denver. He was In company with n
wizcncd up crcctur lookin' like a mon
key an aiyn:n' his name TO the register
Us tn Markcc something I'm French. that
couldn't spell if was mind to write
1t out. They had stacks of trunks the
porter was n-strugglin' with. an he told
mo. with como swoarin' at en-. they was
trarclin' clean from Paris, nm he won
dcred they got along with nil that truck
an some mi didn't pulvcrize 'em-which.
the travellers or trunks, | never linowcd.
Stevens knowed me an introduced ne,
to the Frcnchman. an we took cham
pagne. tho Frcnchman Erowlin' mt il.
ON Stevens. who looked shaky nm old.
agrccin' with him. an mo la.iln', know
In Hard Luck's taste for enuythin' of
old. even vinegar, CT there want no bet.
ter drinks; an then Stevens saws: The
markeesc Is up stairs an would like TO
SEQ you. This Is her husband" He took
me aside to whisper: Away up nobility.
Mike, an cost us two hundred thousand
IN cash. They como high, them real
aristocracy, tell yer"
confess | fixed UP n bit aforc went
up TO the fine parlor wlcrc my lady
waited 10 sec me. the old stage driver
she hadn't fursot. But In the hansun
woman in tho traiiin' gown Of black lace.
the shinin' dimunts, the proud air.
couldn't see the loctlc child | knowed.
Tho beautiful eyes was us hard an cold
rs the glitterin' dimunts, that seemed TO
mock all fcelin' with their grlndncss.
Only the golden hair was Ike hers. an
looked mt that an' sortcr smiled. thinkin'
of tho sunlight stored up forever, as |
used 20 say. She WIS frcnly an kind.
an we set an talked of old timcs
Jack died of mountin fever n wear
rrtcr you left" says. Ills last words
was. i love her, | pray she will 10
happy. He died more because no didn't
want TO live" finished kinder cruel
You ore crying my lady. on that fine
lace handkerchief. nn' the dimunts ris,
IN fall on your bosom, nm glitter cruel
". but your tears are moro beautiful To-
me. Ay. hearts do not break: they are
only wounded unto death. but Won
billed ss~l man, my lady-that stands
ever against you. Tears cannot blot or,
my mcinury Of the poor lld who loved
you
'';"sl-iy." ! says. "can soy Bella
lcuncr."
40 not ihink too hard Of me" she
SOILS ''hcmcmhcr me - that queer
Wtlc iricndlcss chill who loved YOU"
Il will. an have seem the M,rkec.
Fm G'1d you've g,d To- the summit OF
your ambition. bui t. rr it's as gloomy
n' f'rioru as sDniu storm torn mountain
icaE who're no green thing will grow.
Fli think 0uly uf The child that wanted
20 lc 'srcctahic. that wnitcd to ride
lown Grldc with nw. ~ thc palo tiny
thirs wi,h the wistrrl eyes, an tho lcetie
lm'l' cl"srir my sleeve"
u D. any wonder that ! could not sco
nrr i.wu: -tlmt Use mists 81 NV tears
Iot'cl out my last glimpse ON earth ~