Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-09-26
for long time, Mr.. Stanley said; for,
he could not spare his little girl.


the call Tor volunteers he and Harold
were among the first to answer. The
greater part OF their fortune was de-
voted to the cause they loved.
De.ne was left with her aunt and
the servants at her beautiful home.
Her lover urged IL speedy marriage,
but it was bitterly opposed by her
father, ard also 10y the elder Mr..
Carew, who said that his son should
not marry the daughter Of a rebel.
We pass over The long months that
followed, until the day after the battle
OF Gettysburg. Deane Stanley stood
on the wide veranda in front of her
fathers house scanning with blanched
face daily paper. Her eye trave ed
rapidly down the list of killed and
wounded, and near the bottom OF the
page she read these words: KILLED on
the first day of the battle. William
Stanley and Harold, his SON.
A Wi Il cry escaped her as she fell
inseusib.e to the floor. Her auat and
a faithful old servant lifted her lem
derby and carried her to her room,
where she lay white and unconscious
for two days. Near the close of the
second day she opened her eyes and
saw her aunt beside the bed.
Father, Harold" she said. what
is it, Auntie? Did I dream? Oh! l
remember it now Father in heaven.
help me, for l have no father on earth.
Courage, child" whispered her
aunt. Your father was brave man.
Remember you are soldiers daugh-
ter, and be strong"
II will try, but let me cry now or my
heart will break"
She wept for hours, until worn out
with grief, then fell asleep and did not
wake until the morning sun streamed
throu} b the window. She arose, and
dressed, and descended to the sitting
room. There she found letter upon
the stand, and recognized her lovers
writing. She uttered little prayer of
thankfulness that in her hour of sorrow
there was one loving heart upon which
she could lean. She broke the seal
and read these words:
Miss STANLEY:-Giv me back my free
dom. l can give no love to the daughter of
SO great q rebel. FRED CAREw."
She did not faint or cry out, but went
back to her room. moving like one in
dream. She drew her betrothal ring
from her finger and put it in package
with Fred's letter. In firm hand she
addressed the parcel, and, calling q
servant, she gave it to him to post.
A dead weight settled around her
heart and from that hour to the morn
ing that our story opens Deane Stanley
did not shed tear.
When the war was over there was
nothing left Of the Stanley fortune.
The beautiful home was laid in ashes,
and she who had been so happy there
was homeless and almost friendless.
At first she prayed for death, but death
does not always come when we want it,
and she went to the city to seek en-
ployment. Her musical talent soon
gained her position in school for
young ladies. That was five years ago.
Once she had heard of Fred Carew.
A paper was sent to her containing an
account of his marriage. She made no
friends for she had lost faith in friend
ship. People understood her sorrow
and respected it. They saw she wished
to be alone. And now we come back to
the beginning of our story.
The next morning little Deane and
Gypsy were at the gate again.
Good morning, little one." said
Deane Stanley with faint smile.
The child looked at her moment
and said: you look like the picture in
papa's room when you smile. I never
saw you smile before. Do you know
my papa?"
Deane avoided the question and said:
Il think you had better go in now;
mamma will not like to have you here"
ooh! my mamma is dead, and papa
will not care if do not go farther than
the gate" replied the child.
Deane hurried on, stopping only to
say good bye.
dead" she repeated. "Fred's wife
dead, and he here. Then 1 must go
away. I thought my heart had turned
to stone, but baby Deane has shone me
my mistake. must go-but where. ?"
"The next day was Saturday, and
there were no lessons. Deane lived
alone except for old Chloe, who had
been her nurse when she was child,
and who refused to leave her now. She
sat thinking of the past and dimly of the
future The faithful old servant came
to the door.
"a gentleman to see you, honey. He
is in the parlor, and b'lieve its Mars
Fred"
"Deane entered the parlor and stood
white and still before the man who had
wronged her SO deeply. He began to
speak. "Deane, saw you yesterday,
talking to my child. / resolved to 90
away at once, but cannot go without
speaking to you. Will you hear me?"
Speak. I" replied Deane, and motioned
to chair. He took it and went on:
Give years ago you sent me my let
ters and ring without word
in explanation. 1t could mean
but one thing. My pride was wounded,
and I would not ask you to explain. L
was very unhappy, and at the end of
year yielded to my fathers entreaties
and married Alice Brandin. 1 sinned
against myself and her, for, though I
respected her, my love had been given
to another. She died when our child
was born. Since then I have tried to
drown the memories of the past in work.
but nv health failed and