The Somerset reporter., 1889-04-25


pszsed inter weeks an cap tallsts see the
haIt AT fdcked % the town, an Bella
H1dHr- was match for en- She never
I't iAe old man outer her sight ruling
hH with a rod of iron. an as keen a. a
aNyef bout terms, 10 that rithmetic
lant % fur uawthn'. But she changed
-nmrhaR The pretty light faded from
hgf face there was a cold look In her
ayes. An eagerness In her manner that
crushed the youth out. But she never
fIrnrd a cold -hondeE to me, an drove
her al her father ont OF town when they
vent awsy never to come again. Hard
Ink saS inside, an She out with me,
fHsm two the only passengers.
At a turn In the road Mister Jack was
"a ssliiu on his bronco 10 say good-by, a.
, pulled up.
aGood-by and God bless you, he says
tin1cr ehokin'; al think II the mine bad
not proved a bonanza sn'-inade you rich
You might have cared for me. love
You an shall all my life
There were tears In his blue eyes, an
a mans tears means a sore heart wound
aGood-by,' she answers. holdin' out
her hand that he took and put to his lips /;
All there they parted, them two that
loved each other 'r IN this world TO
meet gain.
Belladonner," | saws as | drives on,
you have given him his death blow"
Hearts do not break" she saws. sorter
Ncoruful; The will soon forget me-
Il he leetle gal I've loved fur fifteen
wear is dead | says, sorrerful. She
amt you, with that graspin' way, an that
hard, cold look she's the leetle mite that
wanted to be spectacle an that could
keer fur one natcrel an FRENZY
Spare me, she cries, With a pitiful
leetlc sob. Hearts do not break, for
mine is breakin' now"
She leaned her pretty head against my
sleeve. as she used to years gone by, an
! couldn't speak no more. When | bid
her good-by | asked her to send some
leetle hopeful message to Jack.
NO, no, she cried, looking proud and
firm, but white too, as if it hurt her,
mot word. | mean to be a great lady,
an live in the life the books tell about.
60 them volumes" said |, "Ef I'd
knowed what they was putin in your
he'd never one Of em should you have
had.
She turned an flung her arms around
my neck, au' kissed my bronzed old
cheek, my gray beard mingling with her
golden hair, and that one spot where her
lips rested | would like to think the decay
of nature will spare when | am in my
graves
Farewell, you, my dear, dear friend,
an the old life, ;" she cried an saw her
no more.
Life passes somehow even in our noun
tains where SO leetle happens, an |
knowed was CROWN old by the brake
bein' hard to set an the horses pulln'
stiff, an so havin' money saved an some
good Investments in mines. one day |
drove the old team for the last time, an
left EN- with sort of dimness in my
eyes, for I'd been consid.rate of EN- allus
as good driver ought, an went down to
Denver to loaf like gentleman.
Five years after she went from Miles
Canon see old Hard Luck in the hotel in
Denver He was in company with a
wiZcned up Creetur lookin' like a monkey
nm siqnin' his uAme to the register as the
Markee something in French, that |
couldn't spell if | was a mind to write it
out. They had stacks of trunks the por
ter was a-strugglin' with, an he told me,
with some swearin' at EN-, they was
travelin' clean from Paris, an he won
dered they got along with all that truck
an some I'M dinn't pulyerihe 'em-which,
the travellers or trunks, | never knowed.
Stevens knowed me an introduced me to
the Frenchman, an we took champagne,
the Frenchlnan growln' at it, an Stevens
who looked shaky an old, agreein' with
him, an me latin, known Hard Luck's
taste for ennythin' of old, even vinegar,
eff there want no better drinks; AL then
Stevens says The markeese is up stairs
an would like to see you. This is her
husband. lie took me aside to whisper
Away up nobility, Mike, an cost us two
hundred thousand in cash. They comd
nigh, them real aristocracy, tell yer
| confess fixed up II bit afore | went
up tn tht fine parlor where my lady wait
ed to see me, the old stage driver sh
hadn't forgot. But in the hansum woman
woman in the trailin' gown of black lace
the shinin' dimunts the proud air.
couldn't see the leetle child knowcd
The beautiful eyes was as hard an cold
As the glttern' dimunts, that seemed to
mock all feelin' with their grandness
Only the golden hair was like hers, an
looked at that an sorter smiled thinkin'
of the sunlight stored up forever, as |
used to say. She was FRENZY an kind,
an we set an talked of old times.
Jack died of mountain fever a year
after you left, | says. His last words
was, 81 love her, pray she will be hap
py.' lie died more because he didn't
want to live" | finished kinder cruel,
You are crying my lady, on that fine
lace handkerchief, an the dimunts rise
and fail on your BOSOM an glitter cruel
ly, but your tears are more beautiful to
me. Ay, hearts do not break; they are