Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1890-01-25
A Winter Niglt;
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Found in q S1ow-Driit.

ire stand thus together many and many &
year with hearts as LIGHT and hopes rs uri-uU
sc those that make this madness iHmc now.
For-jve me, dear, i'll offend. Some day !
may win the right TO kiss son twenty times
a mjUute.'
The 10y of Dorcthy's heart bad found a
name at the warm coutlct of his lips. She
knew she loved him with the first love of a
life, yet she had known him but a week
but the wings of love are il,eter than time.
and a cares can make infant love grow in
% a Hercules In less time than il takes to
tell of it.
She rested her pretty yellow head against
his breast, ana he said softly:
Listen n the bells, love; they seem to
throb with Joy. Oh, how beautiful is love!
MY heart is bounding with hope at this
sweet yielding. Tell me, my own, can |
nope that you can ever care for me as lido
Tor you? Are YOU free to take my love, my
name into your care? Only tell me you can
love me, and | ask nothing more Of YOU.
Il know you are beautiful, | feel by in
sanct that you are good, and you are all the
world to me. never loved another as |
love you. | think | loved YOU at first sight
when / saw yoJ ike a frozen lily lying in
che sHow-drilt.
say something Kind TO me, child; l cam
not bear suspense tonight"
What shall | say? love you more than
words can tell. I've loved you ever since /
opened my ewes to see your compassionate
tender eyes bent on mine. On, my love, my
master! Your trust is sweet to me as your
love, and am not unworthy Of YOU.
1T Wi! b. beyond the bliss Of earth to be-
long 10 you, to have the r'Eht 70 love YOU.
to win the hear, Of your little child, and 10
Leaf her Innocent soul to God"
You viii be the angel OF my home, my
hfe~ best treasure, the one light to lead my
tagging steps 20 Iieavenl Hark! how the
!oy-5t!ls seem 60 bless lis. How still and
clear the night is, there is not breeze enough
% wait our vows to Heavens registry vet
they VIII be Sacrcdly KEPT, will they not.
sweetheart? There is an old saving that the
lover never loved Alright vino did not love at
FIRST Sight"
Still they stood together locked in a love-
dream, their forms clearly outlined by the
light behind them.
Someone stole out Of the shadows, and
BOOKED upon the pretty picture framed in
ivy, with q background Of golden light, and
adeep curse WAS whispered through clench-
ed teeth, and a woman smOte her breast in
inipOicnt passion.
In her heart a tinndiSh voice whispered
shat word If hate, Kill"
Thc curse ot Cain was on the woman: she
was seized with envy, hate, ANA horror in
looking upon the paradise she had once
polluted.
lie has put me aside, driven me out Of
has lie! bat l VIII he a bane to him. q pes
nlelce upon the fair-facc girl WHO has fill
ed he void left in his liz. On, my c,iild,
my little Innocent child! you could have
kept my heart rom further sin, yet | may
no! touch your sweet lips, or look upon the
face that cmJodies all | know of heaven or
she angels.
Il will steal you from him-a mother has
n right to her caild. His heart will be torn
at losing you, for though he hates the moth
er, he .Oyrs the child"
Eucse aG,!crcd words, too low TO be dis
singuiShed, told someone of her presence.
for a strong hand was laid on hers, a.a a
mans voice said IN an uMdertong, HORSE
with emotion:
Cousin Allison, Why are you here again?
At Is ioolisl q you."
'Jcm, look At that window. What does
1t mean?"
Il. looks nightly like love-making to me,
Ally, my gill. Rem 'mber he is free TO WOO
ASd vei aireSh now. He has been a quick
oGe, and no mistake. Why. he only found
her in the snow a week ago. She Is a pretty
creature, and perhaps lie might do worse.
lie wants a mistress in his home; he is a
rick man now, you know. Happy is the
wo0iEg which isn't long ADDING, seems his
motto. Surely you can't care, Ally? You
used TO hate him Ike poison"
WHAT is poison 10 a woman at one time,
lem is nectar Of the gods another. Do not
txy 90 read wOman's heart, lad, it is ever
changing as the sky above IL. Mine is black
midnight now. Oh, Jem, | want NV
baby. If ! hat the Child | would care for
M1lsnt else. / have money enough, with
what / earn, and what taat man gives me,
20 save me from taking the wages of sin"
9em put his liz ROACH hands on the wo-
man 0s t~eudcr.y as a mother carcsses a
chiA AND said softly:
q Always loved you, Ally; now you are
free, my AanasJm; girl, let HE make an
woman Of You. You liked me in the
Dong ago %uen W were lad and lass togc;h.
ar among Urr own tribe. I'd he so good 10
yOu, my dear.
1--WE saved o bit of money thinking to
help you some day. Don't deny me, Ally
away in a SUMMER land than this we can
make our hOGle ana begin afccSh. / shall
seem a com .ier sort of man when YOU
can't see me beside yOuder file gentleman.
Shall it De hope and happiness with me at
asst, far away from the shame that clings to
yeu here? IT'S New Years Day now; say
YOU will begin afresh will. me, and lead "a
new life in VIII ca / may love you"
The woman seemed TO wayer; she was
very lonely, ard her heart was hot and an
cry. Yet she did not think. welcome as ths
words of love were to her desolate heart,
she could live the quiet domestic life
he painted. Yet poor Jem had been n faith
fui lover. He deserved n reward, and IL
eEeuld be sweet to live in%nocently again, IL
Inrocence was possible TO one so debased as
she.
II will DO as you wish. Jem, on one con-
dillon, AMI that is that we take my child
with us. Far away In a new country, among
fresh scenes and faces, she will soon forget
her father and love mp. He- father wiz
nave other children To love, ID perhaps
she may be sighted. A s~tepmother Is not
a ri 'asaHt possession; You know that, Jc.n,
t0 your sorrow, don't you?."
Yes, Ally; bat mine was a bitter hard
one. This Girl Is not like that, She has no
gice about her,"
''How do you know that?her virtues have
90 be tried, and you confess you know moth
ing ~ her; shn may BE- what you call q bit
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