Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1889-05-20

time FUR, IN don't get. which Is fate, IL
y0u'ro one Of them fate cranka Days
/ passed inter weeks an cap Qlists see the
bait, an hocked to the town, an Bella
donner was match FUR sem. She never
let the old man outer her sight, ruling
him with rod Of iron, an as keen as q
lawyer bout terms, 50 that 'rithmetic
didn't 60 fur nawthin'. But she changed
somehow; the pretty light faded from
| her face, there was q cold look in her
eyes, an eagerness in her manner that
crushed the youth out. But she never
turned cold shoulder to me, an drove
her an her father out Of town when they
went away never to come again. Hard
Luck was inside, an she out with me.
them two the only passengers.
At a turn in the road Mister Jack was
. waftin' on his bronco TO say good-by.
so pulled up.
| "Good-by and God bless you, he says,
kinder chokin'; II think If the mine had
not proved bonanza an made 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 sore heart wound.
Good. by," she answers, holdin' out
her hand that he took and put to his lips;
an there they parted, them two that
loved each other, never in this world to
meet again.
"Belladonner," says, as drives on,
"you have given him his death blow"
"Hearts do not break, she says, sorter
scornful; che will soon forget me-"
"The Ieetle gal I've loved fur fifteen
| year 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 naterel an FRENZY"
"Spare me" she cries, with pitiful
leetle sob Hearts do 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 I bid
her good-by asked her to send some
leetle hopeful message to Jack.
mo, no." she cried. looking proud and
firm, but white, too, as IL 1t hurt her,
mot word. mean to be great lady,
| an live In the life the books tell about. :"
So them volumes" said L "Ef I'd
knowed what they was putin in your
he'd never one of EN- should you have
had"
/ She turned an flung her arms round
my neck, an kissed by bronzed old
cheek, 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 win spare when am in
my grave.
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 I
knowed | was CROWN old by the brake
bein' hard to set an the horses pullin'
stiff, an SO havin' money saved an some
good investments in mines, one day
drove the old team for the last time, an
left 'em with sort of dimness In my
eyes, for I'd been considerate Of 'em allus
| as a 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
wizened up creetur lookin' like mon
key an signin' his name to the register
as the Markee something in French, that
couldn't spell If was a mind to write
1t out. They had stacks Of trunks the
porter was a-strugglin' with, an he told
me, with some swearin' at 'em, they was
travelin' clean from Paris, an h@ won
dered they got along with all that truck
an some I'm didn't pulverize 'em-which,
the travellers or trunks, never knowed.
Stevens knowed me an introduced me
to the Frenchman, an we took cham
payne, the Frenchman growlin' at it,
an Stevens, who looked shaky an old,
agreein' with him, an me laffin', know
in Hard Luck's taste for ennythin' Of
old, even vinegar, eff there want no bet
ter drinks; an then Stevens says: ssTlo
markeese Is up stairs an would like to
see you This Is her husband" He took
me aside TO whisper; Away up nobility,
Mike, an cost us two hundred thousand
in cash They come high. them real
aristocracy, tell yer"
confess fixed up bit afore went
UP to the fine parlor where nv lady
waited to see me, the old stage driver
she hadn't fttrgot. l5uf IN the hans1m
woman inuthe trailin' gown Of black lace,
the shinin' dimunts, the proud air,
couldn't see the leetle child knowed.
The beautiful eyes was as hard an cold
As the glitterin dimunts, that seemed to
mock all feelin' with their krandness.
Only the golden hair was like hers, an
looked at that an sorter smiled, thinkin'
Of the sunlight stored up forever, lis
used to say. She was frenzy an kind.
an we set an talked OF old times.
Jack died Of mountin fever year
arter you left, says. s.His last words
was. 4 love her. pray she win be
happy. he died more because he didn't
want to live finished kinder cruel
You are crying my lady. on that fne
lace handkerchief. an the dimunts rise
IN fan on your bosom. an glitter cruel
IL. but your tears are more beautiful to
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