Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1889-02-09


down the autographed stairs, cogitating:
81 wonder what her sorrow may be-" she
murmurad, running her hand thoughtfully
along the heavy walnut balustrade. It
must b . love trouble, for every time St
Valentire's Day comes around she grows
paler and keeps her room, wanting to be
alone"
And the Observing Jane was correct in
her conclusion.
Truiy the blaze was all the company MISS
SeyuoLr cared for tonight of all nights, for
out O. tie cleaning west seemed to come a
tenGeriy uttered Goodbye, Hepsie; can
never forget
And tonight, as the dusk of Valentine
Eve decpeced around her, Hepsie Seymour
sobbed up against the window-pane: ~
think he still remembers. l have remem-
bered until nay heart is cankered through
with the bitterness all its own"
The stars we're coming out now, one by
one, and treat shadows trailed through the
shrubbery and crept around ''The Oaks"
A panied face seemed to rise out of the
nigh and search her soul with its dark, yet
kind : eyes, as once, on Valentine Eve,
six years ago. She turned to the hearth
with &; igb once more. "How l sufferr'
she modned, rocking to and fro, with the
blaze for company.
So the time which brings loving avow-
ais and sweet remembrances for the world
of tapny-hearted youth, and warmer pulsa-
lions SO the hearts of the elderly lovers,
only brought an agony of regret to the
heiress Of Oak Hill
THIS was why, then, that in her elegantly
appointed rooms, with arms folded over her
bosom, she rocked YEARLY to and fro, re-
countinE the brilliant and saddest of Ete's
memories.
Up from The valley came a chime of sill
very, musical notes She paused. "Wed-
din bells, she murmured, impatently, GO
ing back 10 the window and throwing open
the sash 10 listen.
g Six years ago tonight" she continued,
81 sen Iuy hearts truest and best away be-
cause be was poor! o, that could recall
the past and welcome Horace back once
more; but can not; woe is mer'
The bells ceased ringing; but Hepsie,
needless of the cold, wintry air, stood
silently clasplng her hands, and gazing far
down the shadowy vale of st. Catherine
and time together.
"Yes,n she said, presently, 81 have writ
ten, and, though he may spurn my confess
sion, coming so late as it does, l am glad
SEM the letter. He has made no sign; per-
haps even now he hates me for the wretched
past
$50 matter. 1 have borne great deal;
can bear more.
Al can bear to be ignored by the man
whose love means life TO me, because de-
serve it, but God pity ner'
She closed the sash and went back to the
lire, kindled :" for company and sat down.
The glow Of the CHEEKY fame flickered over
a. --fk oya1 krs.o ho1
stained face dreamily.
80, that he still loved mem She clasped
her.hauds passionately and continued: "An
the wealth of the Oaks might go at one
sweep Of fortunes wave did the returning
TIDE but bear Horace Winters love to me.
But, aiasl can not undo.
Sod only knew; and with Him all
thin IS were possible 1t might be yet-and
tonight was the anniversary-what is it,
Johna''
The polite servant stood at the open door
with cap in hand.
There's an old man at the gate as wants
q cold bite, ma'am, and crayin' shelter
from the bitter night"
An old mani Well, bring him into the
sitting room below and will see about it"
Hepse sighed again, this time almost con-
teutediJ-if she could not comfort herself
she would comfort another-and, following
John downstairs, she waited. "a tramp,
possibly" she said, YEARLY; shut tramps
have souls"
An old, gray-haired man followed John
INTO the pleasant comfort of CHEEKY warmth.
aYou are hungry" Miss Seymour said
the words with mist Of sympathy in her
dark eyes. Before her sat answering man,
with the snow-i1akes sprinking his whit
ened locks and Door attire. Despite his /
rough exterior, she felt instinct,vely that I
he was man Of culture and had seen bet /
ter times.
"a Yes, ma'am, and very cold Tho world /
hasn't great deal Il can spare TO tho M |