Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1891-05-23

Sitting beneath the same tree ~.
ne had once lain. it seemed but nstursi
to see Emily Dare come from ths
shadow Of the familiar wood.
A living reality. she stood bafor.
him. Her hands filled with br;oht.
eolored autumn leaves, her faoe mn.
changed except for the deeper sadne~
and gravity visible in her ewes. ana
about the tender, expressive mouth.
AS she nav Allen she started. while n
change passed over her face.
am not an apparition," he hastenad
to say, approaching her with ont
stretched hand, "only your old prisoner
returned to the scene of his captivity.
l can scarcely hope to have lived in your
memory" .-
SO much has happened since then. p
she answered, allowing her hand to
touch his for second, "but have NOT
forgotten you"
The words were kind enough, but
Allen detected the GOODNESS in face and
voice, and his own ardor was dampeued.
Yes, 30 much has happened" he re-
peated, after vainly searching his mind
for another remark, "but all seems nat
ural here. I could almost think
She stopped him with q passion
ate gesture.
Natural, she echoed, bitterly. @Nat-
ural to you, perhaps. Nothing is natural
to me now. Even the very face of the
country seems changed. You cannot
understand my feeling. You cannot real
ize it. You are on the winning side"
The words were uttered quickly,
and with repressed intensity,
which told of strong feeling.
They stirred Aliens heart strangely.
Here was . lack of common sym
patty, which neither time nor any
other cause seemed likely to remove.
There are no sides row," he replied,
with unusual earnestness. II wish we
might all forget, that there ever has
BEEN"
THAT never can be forgotten. I am
not magnanimous, you see. You may
be. Magnanimity is no credit to the
victor. None at all. have to be re-
minded of what has been. You remind
me-"
"Then I am most unfortunate. I
deeply regret the desire which led me
to renew my acquaintance with this
scene since it has forced upon you an
unpleasant reminder"
"You are leaving with the impression
that I am unjust, she responded after
brief silence. Perhaps I am" she
added, nervously lingering the leaves in
her hand. @You must consider
the circumstances. Defeat is hard
to bear, and to love ones enemies
harder still. Won or lost my heart
must ever be with the Southern cause.
I gave to it what I loved best" She
hurried away with quick gesture, her
feelings completely overcoming her.
Allen came close to her side, try
ing to express his sympathy, yet
daring not to do it. rs his feelings
dictated.
"He told her however of that day
upon the battle field, when Gerald
clasping the flag he had fought for,
died hero's DEATH"
And while she listened, her face soft
ened, and proud tender light cleaned
through her tears. HE was a true
soldier" she said, with strange thrill
in her voice. "A true Southern soldier.
They were ali brave. All heroes.
There were heroes on the other side,"
she added quickly. II feel generous
enough to admit that"
"Yes," Was the answer, with a half
sigh, "but there are still sides for you"
Allen had however won his reward,
for when they parted few
the modest understanding, that he
should spend the evening at the old
home, where Emily lived alone with
her aunt. Allen never forgot that
evening, and as he said good night he
asked for the privilege of coming again.
I'VE will bury the Union soldier If
you will, " he said to Emily. @Think Of
me as q friend instead"
@The soldier deserves something
more than grave" was the answer in
q voice that made his pulses quicken.
"We will let him live, and be friends
Notwithstanding" So Allen called
again. Not once, but many times. he
sang and talked with Emily, through
the long pleasant evenings. He rode and
walked with her during the glorious
autumn days, and before the SHOWS of
winter covered their pathway through
the wood, he had wooed and won his
bride.
Don't Know Too Much.