Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-06-13
and satins. lovely faces all around, and

and Satlns, lovely faces all AROUND, auu
over all the perfume OF rarest flowers.
Behind a screen of blossoming plants,
a band of music was %discoursing sweet
ly, and as / entered they We're playing
Mon Reve."
All, mon reve, indeed; it was but a
dream after all in which | lived that
night.
A glimmer OF pale blue satin and
frosty lace, the faint perfume of wood
%violets; 1 glanced up; a small gloved
hand was shyly extended and a sweet
well-remembered-alas, too we'll re-
membered-voice spoke my name. L
was in her presence once more!
She danced with me-not once, but
many times-quite ignoring her fathers
black looks and the evident dissatisfac-
ton of more than one eligible parti.
She seemed to note their disappoint-
ment with girlish delight, and my heart
grew cold, for | thought that so in time
she might deal with me; but l deter
mined to be happy for IL night, after
that, Heaven only knows what might
tear us asunder.
But the hours flew by as only happy
hours can fly, until at last the recep-
ton was a thing of the past.
After that, Lillian and myself We're
frequently thrown into each others So
ciety, and a passion strong and deep
at least on my part-sprang up between
us.
We were inseparable. and We had
sworn only to live TO be united. We
read classic tales to each other, and
when tine Sorrows of Werther" were
traced line by line she would shed tears
of grief. Ours seemed an ecstacy of
love and passion that could never die.
One day / was detailed on a case that
compelled me to cross the Atlantic, and
after an absence of six months. in which
I was successful in working" up the
case, | returned and left for Lillian's
home, full of love and hopeful anticipa-
tons.
On reaching there I saw Lillian's face
looking from a window. Her face, with
long black hair hanging neeligently be-
fore her breast, seemed the fairest on
earth to me. | tried to climb up the
vines as l saluted her with a kiss from
my hand.
When she saw me, her face grew
paler and she looked at NE with a cold
stare, saying:
You come too late, l am married to
another. DO not let your sorrows be as
deadly as those Of poor Werther."
She laughed a low, mocking lough as
her face disappeared from the window,
and I thought l heard a fall.
That was my death wound.
[ went to my room and sat with my
face to a great bay window that opened
upon a beautiful park, and brooded over
my terrible loss.
The next day 1 again crossed the
park, and as 1 neared the house of
Lillian, | met her father, who said, as
If he menaced me.
Lillian is dead! She spoke to you
last. Why did you come here?"
l turned on my heel and walked
rapidly away. They said that Lillian
fell dead after she told me not to let
my sorrows be as deadly as those of
Werther.
Since that day-ten years agony
life has been a broken one. At times
the agony has been so deep in my heart
that l take my pistol-and Booth raised
his weapon, cooked it and put the bar
rel to his temple-and feel like ending
my sorrows as Werther did his.
L sprang quickly forward. but l was
too late, a loud report followed, blood
flowed from Booth Stantield's right
temple, and his fine face. distigured
with powder and ball, was turned
towards the heavens.