Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1891-03-05
gashcs through heavy piles Of cloud that

gaShes through heaVy pies OF CLOUD tnat
were mounting rapidly
"Never-nevcrl" he muttered, as he
STROBE along and barred his hot brow TO
the pelting drops of rain
"Nevcrv she said, sadly, as she list
ened to his retreating footsteps II
was disappointed in him We can
never be united again"
And the wind blew and beat upon
that house,
Ruth Jarvis felt that her heart was
breaking, not because her lover was
gone, but because she felt that she
ought net long for his return He was
unworthy of her love.
The sultry days Of summer crcpt
slowly by Autumn breathed upon the
landscape, like the fair daughter of
Rappaein in IIawthornes tale, and
every living thing withered and died
Winter buried its dead in deep snow
and sang requiems of the northland
over the white mounds
Ronald McAllister went YEARLY to
and from his work, yearning for one
word from Ruth, the woman he had
loved and wounded so grievously,
He dared not write to her, nor even
look at her Us they met in the street.
lie had no trusty friend who could
plead for him How could he reach her?
One day as he was passing news
stand he saw the little figure he knew
so well standing at the counter, She
was buying Il paper the heading Of
which he recognized as one of the lead
ing journals of the city.
A thought flashed into his heart and
burned there like star of hope.
lie hurried home, seized pen and pa
per and wrote rapidly and increasingly
till daylight crept in, gray and wan, at
his window
On his way downtown he dropped a
thick package of manuscript into the
letter box.
What days of torturing anxiety fol-
lowed At last it came-the envelope
bearing the imprint of the periodical
lie tore it open and read
"OFEICE or THE COURIER Dear Sir!
Your story entitled 'Ruths Lover is
accepted, and will be published in our
issue of December %. Enclosed please
find check in payment for same"
On the morning of December rs Ron
aid stood shivering at the corner OPP
posite the newsstand. lie had remained
there several hours watching for her
The paper was just out containing hi;
story. Would she buy it and read til
1t was signed by an assumed name, but
she surely would-ah, she is coming.
She enters the little store, purchases
the paper-his paper-and turns to &C
out, glancing idly down its columns
He can see her plainly in the brill
iantly lighted interior of the store
She is about to put the paper in hel
sachel when something near the bot
tom of the page catches her eye. SHE
reads it eagerly.
The newsman stares, but she does no
heed him Ronald can restrain himsel
no longer, but draws near, trembling
| Win nope ana rear.
In that sketch, hastily scrubbed a
midnight, he has told her story and hi
own, has portrayed the anguish of thu
remorseful lover, his penitence, hi
longing for reconciliation.
She glances up; her eyes are dew.
with tears
What face is that SO near? 1t is hist
Ronald"
"Ruth-darlingl Forgive mel"
And, although the notice was rattle
sudden, the wedding did take place Oh
that bright New Years day, after all.
ENVOI
Reader, have you OWNED? This /
my own story; this IS my own paper
| am Ruth's lover VIII she see thi
and forgive me?-Willis. Boyd Allen, il
Boston Courier ..