Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1889-06-18

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passed inter weeks an capitalists see th'
bait an iockcl To- the town, an liella
dOnner WAS a match for 'em. She neyc
LET the old man outer her sight, ruling
him With a rod of lron, an a. Keen a.
lawyer bout terms. 80 that 'rlihmcticl
didn't gu fur nlwthln'. Hut shc change,
somehow the pretty light faded fron
her face. there va. = cold look Ia hel
eyes, an eagerncs. In her manner thai
crushed the youth out. Hut she ne,ci
turncl q cold shoulder Ia me. an drove
her an her father out ~ town when they
went away never to come again. Han
Luck was Inside an she Out with me
them two the only passengers.
At turn in the road Mister Jack Wa.
q waiiln' on hi. brunco a. say good-by
~ pulled up.
"Good-hV and Goi bless You, he .ay-
kinder chokin': n think II the mine had
not proved a BONANZA an made you rich
You might have cared for me. low,
YOU aud shall all my lifr."
Then werr tear. In his blue eycs, an
q mans tear means sorr heart wound.
"Good-hy." she answers, holdln' oui
her hand that b. took aud put to his lip-
an thcrr they parted. them two that low
cl each other, never In thi. world to meet
again.
''Bclladonner." .ays as drives on,
''yuu have given him hi. death blow"
Hearts do not br,-sk." she .ays. sort.
80 scomful. ''hr will soon forget me"
"Thc lc,tle gal I've loved fur ifi-vu
year l. dead" ! say., sorrcrful. "~h'
aint you. With that graspln' way, an
that hard. cold look shes the lcctlc nit,
that wanted io b. 'spc,tahlc an that
could kr.r fur one uaiervl an frenzy
"~parr me, shc cric., with q pitiful
lcctle sob "lIeari. do brak. for mine
!. hrakln' now"
She leaned her prrity head against nav
sleeve. q. .hr used to year. gone by, an I
couldn't speak no morr. When hid hei
goOd-hy ! ask~l her a. send some lcctls
hopeful message ~ Jack.
"No. ne. he cried. looking proud and
hun. hat white, too, as " u hurt her,
'uot a word. mean to b. gfrat lady
an live IN the life M. hook. tell about. p
She turned an' dung her arm around
my neck. an Kissed my huni~i old
ch-rk. ms gray hear,l mingling With her
golden hair. ani that one spot Nhcrr her
llps rr.tsyl would like to think the decay
of nature will .par whrn ! am in my
grave.
Farewell. my dear. dear friend. an
The old life. .hc 'ric'l, an I saw her no
morr.
life Iasses somehow even in our
mountain. where 80 le.tle happen.. an
knowgi was grpWin' old by the hrike
bsin' hapi to .rt an the h1rsrs pullin'
siln, an 80 hlNin' money saved an some
guod lnyrsimrni. la minr.. one day
lru,r ~. old team fur the Last time, an
lrft 'cm With sort ~ dimnrss IN my
eyes. for il bcrn confederate ~ rm allus
~ q guoi driver ought. an went down Ca
Denver a. loaf Ike a gentleman.
Five YEAR. after shr went from Vile.
Canyon .ec old llarl l.urk Ia the hotel
IN Denver. H. va. in company with a
uiscned up cr,~iur lookin' Ike = monkey
an .lguln' hl. name Ia the register o.. the
Markcr something IN fpnch, that !
cuullut spell u vas e mini 90 write "
out. They had stacks ~ trunks the port
cr Wa a-stmgglin' with. an b. told me,
with some sWelriu' at 'rm. they Wa- traN-
-llln' clean from rari.. an d. wondered
thc, got along With al th1t truck an
some un didn't pulNerifc 'rm-Nhich the
travellers or trunks, I never knoNci.
steven. knowri me an introduced mr tu
The Frrnchmin. an ~ took champagne,
thr Frruchmau grow lin' 40 H., an stevens
Who luukrd .hiky an old agrrein' with
him. an' me laiiin'. KNOWN llari Luck +.
tssts fur rnnythin' - OH. even vinegar,
- .NHNfsN FNaHfI
stevens .ays. The markcc." !. up stair.
an would like to sc- YOU. The l. her
husband IT, took mr aside a. whisper
sANay up nobility, Mike, an co.t "a.
two hundred thousand la cash. They
come high. thrm real ari.iocracy, l tell
yer"
| confc.. fiNrd up q hlt aforr went
up to th~ fine parlor wher- my Lads walt
"a tu see me. tle oil stage driver sh'
hadn't forgot. Hut IN the hansum wo-
man Ia the triilin' gown ~ black lace,
the .hlnin dimunt., the proud air,
couldn't see the lretle child I knoWri.
The beautiful eyes Nas a. hari an cnld
as the giiurrin' dimuni., that seemed III
mock all frslin' with their grandne-s.
Only the golden hair was like her, an
locked at that au' sOrter smiled. ihinAin
~ the sunlight stored up forever, a.
u.e,l a. .ay. She Was trvnlN an kind'
an wc sct an talked ~ old time.
"Jack died ~ mountain fever q yr1i
artcr you left" say-. "lIis lat Worl'
Wa, I love her. pray shc will De- hap
py. Ilc dicl morr because he didn
want to live" fini.h~i kinder cruel.
Nou arr CRYING my lady, ou that fin'
! lac. handkerchief. an the dimunts riss
aud fall ON your b0som, an glitter cruel
| ly. hut your tear. are more beautiful Il
me. ~. heart. do not break, they ar'
only wounded unto death. Hut yot
Killed a good man, my lady-,hat stand
ever against you. Tcars cannot blot ouI
my memory ~ the poor lad who loves
You.
"Good-by," says, "can | say l'elladon
ncrf'
"Do not think too hard of me, Ia
soh.. "l.emember me a. that queer lii
tlc friendlc.. child Who loved YOU"
II will. an I have seen the Markee
I'm glad you've got Ia the summit -
your ambition. hut Ia me IT, ~ glooml
| an forlorn a. sOme storm-tOrn m0untail
PEAK where no grrcn thing will grow
I'm think only Of the child that wante'
To b. spectacle, that waited Ia ride doNI
grade with me, of the pale tiny thin
With the wistfiil eyes an th" lectle hand
claspln my sleeve"
Itis any wonder that ! could not se'
her thens-that the mists of NV tear
blotte,i cut INV last glimpse on earth a
the Markec.c Belladonner.
HOW rng HOGS GYGslGHr WAS
SAVED.