News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-10-08
Martin Daly'S Romance.

far west he had made money and lost
it, had prospected for mines, found
ore and been cheated out of his rights
had grown poor and i'll and haC
thrown himself under a tree, careless
whether he lived or died.
The great snow mountain peaks
and rich verdure had lost their attrac
ton for him. He had hoped and
been disappointed so many times that
hehad come to believe ehimselfunlucky:
that he should never possess a dol
lar; that there was neither happiness
nor home for him.
He had seen better days. His large
dark eyes, his broad brow, his we'll
shaped mouth and chin bespoke re-
finement in the years that were gone.
He had been well educated, had tried
many things and failed in them, not
from lack of energy, not from lack OF
Judgment, but his fate seemed to be
an adverse one.
He had done many good acts, had
always helped his brother miners,
had tried to look on the bright side
of life, had fought manfully and been
defeated in battle. He had imagined
sometimes that the clouds had sill
yer lining, but the storms always
came sooner or later. He meditated
thus as he lay under the tree, and
finally, more dead than alive from
want and exhaustion, fell asleep.
Two men passed along under the
brow of the mountain bya the tree.
They were tall and straight'and from
thei" dark hair and skin it was easy
to perceive their Indian blood.
''The white man is dead" said one
of the men as he bent on his knee be-
fore the sleeper.
''No, there is a twitching of the eve
lids" said the other. "He is pale and
sick. l will take him home and MINI
osa will care for him.
The conversation carried on in n
| low tone, awakened the miner.
"COme with us and you shall have
food and SHELTER" said the friendly
Indians.
Scarcely able to bear his weight
Martin leaned upon the arms of the
two men, and soon found himself in
the humble Indian cabin.
"MimOsa, here is a stranger. Take
care of him. Red Cloud never left a
human being to die. He will get well
and then we will send him back to his
people"
A shy, pale Indian girl came for
ward and did as she was hidden. She
did not speak but looked very pity
ing out of her fawn-like dark eyes
When Martin had been placed in the
simple bed she prepared food for him
and fed him as though he were a child.
Day by day shecame and went, speak
ing little, but dong gently the things
which only woman's hand can do.
After a time the miner, still a young
man, gained in strength and began
once more to hope for a successful
future.
"Mimosa," he said one day, 81 owe
my life to you, and if [ am ever rich |
will come back and reward you"
81 shall miss you," said the girl
shyly. But Iwant no money. | shall
be happy because you are well again
and happy
81 shall yet find gold, Mimosa. |
used to think | should be rich, and
then became poor and sick and lost
heart. You wear a ring on your
finger and sometimes a chain about
your neck, both of beaten gold. Did
the metal come from mines near
here?
"My father gave them to me-" she
replied, and nothing more could be
learned from her on the subject.
"Would you care, Mimosa, if wore
~ 1< | hnT TNS
1 can find the place where the golC
came from"
"You may wear it till you come
back rich, F" she said smiling.
J Days grew into weeks, and the time
!; drew near for the miner to say good
y bye to the girl who had become hi
p comrade as well as deliverer. Tear
4 filed her eyes as they parted. "Yol
5 will forget MimOsa " she said.
: "No, will bring back the ring, ant
you shall give it to the man who
) makes you his bride. [ shall neve
forget Red Cloud nor his daughter. !"
Strong and hopeful again, Martil
took up life, obtained work and be
/ lieved once more that he should fin'
> gold. So sweet and blessed a thin.
e is hope, giving lusture to the eye
s and quickening the flow of bloo'
II along the veins.
n But he missed the Indian girl TIL
W pines on the snowy mountain peak
i whispered of her. The evenings seem
!; ed longer than formerly, the converse
1t ton of the miners less interesting. II
IS was lonely He was earning q fai
living, but of what use was money t
him if hewas to feel desolate at heart
= Mimosa was not of his race, but sh
had a lOvable nature. remembel
ed that she looked sad at him at hi
going away.
He wondered if she ever though
about him. If she had some India
I'd suItor, would she not wish for tt
e, ring again? He would like at leas
~ ~ to see the man and his daughter VIII
IS had saved his life. He would carr
es back the ring. All! if he knew whel
ce the gold in it came from, perhaps |
could, indeed, become rich. and the
who could make him so happy {
Mimosa?
Months only increased the loneline
- in Martins heart. He was becOmir
discouraged again. He even bega
to fear that Mimosa was married, al
i his soul awakened to a sense of los
: He would go back just once and s
her, and on his journey back he wou
nd nd sit for half an hour under the tr
re- where Red Cloud had found him.
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