Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1890-08-30

bait, an fiocked to the town. an Bella
donner was a match fur 'em. She never
let the old man outer her sight, ruling
him with rod Of iron. an as keen as a
lawyer bout terms, so that rithmetic
didn't go fur nawthin'. But she changed
somehow; the pretty light faded from
her face, there was cold look In her
eyes, an eagerness in her manner that
crushed the youth out But she never
turned a 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 turn In the road Mister Jack was
. waitin' on his bronco 10 say good-by.
30 pulled up
"Good-by and God bless you" he says,
kinder chokin'; II think II the mine had
not proved a bonanza an made you rich
you might have cared for ne. l love
you, an shall all my life"
There were tears In his blue eyes, an
a mans tears means n sore heart wound.
Good by" she answers. holdin' out
her hand that he took and put 10 his lips.
an there they parted. them two that
loved each other. never in this world 70
meet again.
"Belladonner. says. as | drives on.
"you have given him his death blow"
"Hearts do not break. " she says, sorter
scornful; "he will soon forget me-"
"The leetle 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 10 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
couldn't speak no more. When / 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 If Il hurt her.
mot a word mean to be 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 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 will spare when l 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 loetle happens, an /
knowed ! was CROWN old by the brake
bein' hard to set an the horses pullin'
stiff, an so hRvin' 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 Id been considerate of 'em allus
as a good driver ought, an went down
to Denver to loaf like a 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 a mon,
key an signin' his name to the register
| as tn. Markee something in French, that
couldn't spell If was n mind to write
IL out They had stacks of trunks tht
| porter was a-strngglin with, an he told
me, with some swearin' at 'em. they wa.
travelin' clean from Paris. an he won
dered they got along with all that truck
an some un didn't pulrcrize 'em-which
the travellers or trunks. ! never knowed
| Stevens knowed me an introduced ms
70 the Frenchman, an we took cham
pagne, the Frenchman growlin' at it
an Stevens, who looked shaky an old
agreein' with him, an me iafiin', know
in Hard Luck's taste for ennythin' 81
old, even vinegar. Of there want no bet
ter drinks; an then Stevens says: "Tht
markeese is up stairs an would like Il
see you. This IL her husband" He tool
me aside 10 whisper; Away up nobility
Mike. an cost US two hundred Thousand
In cash. They come high, them rea
aristocracy. tell yer"
! confess fixed up Bit afore wen
up TO the fine parlor where my lad,
waited to see me, the old stage drive
she hadn't furgot But In the hansun
woman in the 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 COLI
rs the glitterin' dimunts. that seemed e
mock all feelin with their grslndness
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 mountin fever a year
arter you left" says. "IIis last word
was. Il love her. pray she will b,
happy He died more because he didni
want to live" finished kinder cruel.
You are crying my lady. on that fin,
lace handkerchief. an the dimunts ris,
an fall on your bosom. an glitter cruel
ly, but your tears are more beautiful {,
me Ay. hearts do not break; they ar,
only wounded unto death But yo,
killed good man, my lady-that stand
ever against you. Tears cannot blot gu
my memory of the poor lad who lovee
you.
.Good-by." says. "can say Bella
donnerT'
''Do not think too hard of me-" SIN
sohs Remember me as that queel
little friendless child who loved you.
81 will. an | have seen the Markee
I'm glad you've got 10 the summit o
your ambition. but TO ME it's as gloom,
an forlorn as some storm torn mountain
peak where ne green thing will grow
Tstt 4ht,,i- .r,Iy of the chilli that sxupTn,