Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1891-09-10


until / see father and mother coming
mp the path; then fly up the back
stairs like an amateur whirlwiDd.
Knowing that the heir of Carthwait
House will stop to tea, and being ex-
ceedingly wrathful, / don sable gown,
and twist my abundant hair in one little
knot on top of my head, and this srtnc-
ture crown with huge green bow,
adding another verdant knot at my
neck. Taking survey of myself in the
glass, I find that my complexion some
what resembles that of mummy of the
year l.
The evening passes, and when, at
length, Mr.. Carthwait rises to depart,
say, under my breath, "For this bless
ing make me truly thankful.
But the end is not yet.
The next day Maud drags me over
to Carthwait House, where we make a
very agreeable call, and are invited to
tea: Maud accepts, but say that it is
impossible for me, aud walk home
alone.
Oh! it is beautiful, strolling along
the green lanes, and reach my hand
through fence and abstract therefrom
handful of blood red nasturtiums.
love nasturtiums, they are so brave, with
their shield-like leaves aud their gold
and red helmets; and they have sweet,
faint scent, too, that the summer breeze
watts; stick them in my stove-black
hair; I adorn myself like unto Solomon
! with them, when there comes quick
step on the sward behind me, aud I
turn to be caught in my true-love's arms.
To the house we go, in very trans
port of joy, looking up at the fair
blonde face of the man l love; now,
! after the lapse of years; can see his
grand &rue face beaming down at me,
his beautiful, sad blue eyes" seeming
to pierce through the rust of departed
years.
Such happy evening as we spend
Maud returns, accompanied by Mr..
Carthwait, and we talk and laugh till
Mr.. Carthwait looks in surprise at me,
usually so cold and taciturn, who am SC
gay tonight.
When we retire I go into Maud's
room and brush out the lengths of hel
wondrous gold-brown hair, and into the
shining plaits weave many hope and
dream.
"Valeria," she says, holding up hel
white hand, on which CLEANS great
pearl, johnny Carthwalt has asked me
to marry him."
"Whatl"
us there anything so horrible about
it, 'pray?" says she, in her quick, dis
pleased voice.
"But isn't it rather premature?"
"No. Idon't think it is; we love eact
other now IS well as We shall ten year:
hence"
Il am very glad, DEAR" I say, stoop
ing over and kissing the fair young
face; "and you both have my best
wishes."
The next day Cyril and I stroll oui
across the broad fields, past woodlands
and highway, until we reach an ole
stone wall, all overgrown with Gchens
and decorated with the wild woodbine
It is our old trysting place, and as We
stand there the wind rustles softly
through the tender leaves of the young
corn, and I pluck scepter of golden
rod that stands so straight and tall.
Il have got to go away, Valeria."
| I look up, quick terror in my grea
black eyes.
"Away?" echo, vaguely.
yes; but don't look SO sad about it
it is on business, and will not detain mt
long. When the corn is waving 1 shall
come to claim my bride"
when the corn is waving" 1t seem
| CI1nl, loror Ao L lob az III.
tender green leaves vague Fremont
ton that he will never come back to nj
strikes like blow at my heart.
"Oh, Cyril. [ am so sorry. Some
thing tells me that you will never b
the same to me again"
"Then. darling, we will be mucl
more to each other"
After many more tender words we re
turn to the house, and see Maud witt
her lover in the garden; the evening
passes after fashion, and the mex
afternoon comes all too soon. Again
: walk with Cyril to the old wall; some
} thing seems to lie heavy on my heart
and the words, Never again" bea
= over and over again in my brain.
: when the corn is waving, Valera,
he cries, as he bounds over the wall
, and turns to cross the fields. "Whe
the corn is waving, meet me here again
wave my scepter of golden-rod
J and look after the tall, 1.-the figure
darkly outlined against the pale blu
sky; then I turn snd go back to til
1 house. Johnny and Maud are in tn
> garden behind lilac bush, their head
in rather suspicious proximity
l each other.
How silly lovers appear when one
not one of the couple. turn, dis
, gusted, and 60 out to the orchard; frs
> making sure that my old friend, th
4 ram, is not around; but the cherrie
D are havorless.
? The days drag YEARLY by. and
week later am looking carelessly owe
: the paper, when my eyes fall on tn
. paragraph:
8 "Married-At the residence of tn
: BRIDES father. by the Rev. J. P. Der
Q min, Mr.. Cyril s. Danforth and Mis-
Q Lillian st. Marc, both of this CITY,"
Two months ago! It seems age
: since first learned his treachery, an
in my mad longing to be
, Anywhere, anywhere,
Out Of the world"
L have taken step can never retrac.
s have made VOW I can never retrac
o for to-day / am not Valeria Chantric
but VaIeria Amman. When Robe
8 Arman asked me to marry him. know
,- ing naught of the old love, in my ma
e pique I consented, and to-day I am h
i, wife. I do not love him; my heart