Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1891-03-19

A.MY
e. A he was going to the
@l w far-off State of Colo
~ RADIO to manage anime
of which he was part owner, and he
would not be back for year, when he
hoped the bells of the old church would
peal out merrily for his marriage with
JEANNE Trumbal.
JEANNE would have married him
then, and done away with the cruel
parting, but Jack was more worldly
wise. and thought it more honorable to
wait until he could support her as she
was accustomed to living. So he had
gladly availed himself of the oppor-
tunity to purchase part OF the Lone
Gulch" mine and become its superin-
tendent for the first year.
"And you will write often to me, Jack
dear?" she asked, turning her lovelit
eyes sadly up to his, trying vainly to re-
press the sobs that seemed to stife her.
We shall be twenty miles from the
station, my dearest; but every Wednes-
day, no matter what the weather, I will
ride over and leave my letter and re-
ceiye the one I always hope will be
awaiting me from you"
The girl sighed; once a week seemed
too seldom to hear from her lover, but
ishe knew it was the best she could ex-
pect, and she tried to feel satisfied.
Then came the last sad parting. Then
he covered her face with passionate
kisses, and she chung to him as if they
must not part. Jack gently took her
hand in his, gave one last kiss and
rushed away without one backward
glance, lest his strength should fail and
he find it impossible to 60.
Saddened and depressed by this part
ing, JEANNE waited impatiently for her
first letter. When it came it was full
of descriptions of a strange life in a
rough, new mining district. But the
letter did not half reveal Jacks aston
ishment and dismay at the hardships
and privations which he found he must
face, because he knew his little sweet
heart would be anxious and grieVe il
she thought of him amid such surround
:ings. SO he bravely kept all the un-
jpleasantness to himself, and presented
only the bright side to her. He dwelt
upon his great love for her, and filled
his letters with plans for the golden fu-
ture. BY years good management he
hoped the mine might be made salable
ct large profit, and he could return to
her rich man.
JEANNE read his letter over and over,
and loved him more for the separa-
ton; and Jack rode faithfully the
twenty miles to the postoffice every
Wednesday to exchange letters. Hers
were more to him than his daily bread,
:and he put them reverently away after
he had read one so often he almost
knew it's contents by heart. Thus the
time passed, and winter came on. In
the spring Jack hoped to sell out, and
JEANNE wrote of the wonderful trous-
seau, that was being prepared for the
future "Mrs. Jack Symmes" and of the
home they hoped to have "when Jack
comes home"
Christmas-ti was drawing near,
and Jack had handsome nugget dug
out of the mine, which he wanted to
,seud to JEANNE. The Wednesday be-
fore that holiday he made his prepare
,tions to ride over to the postoffice; he
mounted his horse, and stopped NOM
,ent to speak to one of the officers, who
with himself and two other men, dwelt
Id q little cabin near the mine.
"Mr. Symmes, / don't just like the
looks of the Clouds" said Flynn; it
looks like heavy snow might be COM
ing"
Flynn looked anxious. but Jack only
cast careless glance at the heavens.
and shook his head.
Perhaps his mental picture of jean
MES delight at receiving the nugget
from the HLone Gnlch" on Christmas
day had made him imprudent. for he
said: II think not, Flynn. You've
predicted snow for week and it's failed
to nut in an appearance. But Hero and
/ can beat any kind of storm, can't we
old boy?" and, lightly touching the
horse with his whip, he rode away,
looking back to wave an adieu to Flynn,
who stood watching him anxiously, as
he rounded the road and passed out Of
sight.
"A stray sunbeam fell on Jack Symme's
golden head. just as he disappeared,
and Flynn dismissed his fears at this
good omen. /.
"A letter and package from Jack,
said MIR. Trnmbal, tossing them in jean.
MES lap, as she sat mnsing by the fire
Christmas morning, Dear old boy,
she murmured, fondly. II wonder y
mine reached him in time to take away
the dreariness from his Christmas day =
and with an inward prayer for his safety
abe tore open the letter, and was lost &c
NIL else until it was read through. Then
she opened the packet his loving hands
mad sealed, and in the midst OF hel
pleasure at the gift she rejoiced In thu
love 81 this brave, true-hearted man.
AS for Jack, he reached the little
trading station q few minutes aftel
noon, and rode up 90 the postoffice
which Was the express office Also Hs