The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1892-05-26

hers was not an unusual romance OI
that time; she had merely loved an(
| her love had not returned to her at tn,
| final mastering out. The grave BY
which she now stood, however, was moi
| that of the lover, for she did not ever
know that he was dead. All that shs
did know was that the TIVE, brothers
rhat!ss End HetStft Milford, hat
marched away side by side; she hat
loved Herbert, but they had nevei
! spoken OF it,. and so he left; CharlAs
game back IN 1'r, aid she was now a,
his grave; but she never knew where
Herbert was. and-and she could never
forget him. Thus the grave of the
brother had become to her a place Of all
purity-a communion with the dear
dead past-and where she went to kneej
at the shrine Of her old love.
Twenty-Five years had gone by and
her heatt had nSt changed: s,,:, "a she
sobbeU there in her holy 81 holies: SHE
did not note how even the faithful
mother. had gone. and how the calm,
white moon had slowly climbed up and
was pouring its gracious beneiiction
rver ehrh sittjs fag .rh-kcd bed. seem.
Ing to say: -.
."Sleep on, oh, weary soul! Thy su IL
mons has not yet come"
man came slowly up to the open
gate Of the graveyard-a man OF proba-
Ply 20, yft hip face ,Yas Older tbsn bia
WEIR woiild lead ono 10 expect, His
tead had fallen on bis breast and he
walked slowly, as if in ryverie. 1t
seemed SO good to get back aga n to the
home which he had last seen through a
mist OF tears as he had waved his cap
and ,pnintn6 praudlS tt the ga*, new fss
twenty five years before.
His had been a busy life since and he
smiled little once, saying to himself
that he was growing sentimental when
he, the president Of q mammoth manu-
factory in the East, had stopped of at
this little Western town Just hecansa
The sight Of It as he whs passing through
had brought up his boyhood and memo
ties ~ dark eyed girl who had, aftet
Pill. hved his brother, as sdme ote write
him when Charles had died: No, he
didn't care now whom she loved. Only
then, he had hoped she loved him d
little then. But now-now; why, he
hadn't any heart now. Its all turned
int .tdess End gald," hs laughed d
little to himself as he .patted his broad
chest. However, the laugh was not q
very hearty or satisfied one after all.
Thus he argued to himself as he
went on. following the directions given
him by boy in the town, and stepped
cautiously about to the place Of tre foot
Of the hill. The I'D scorn lidd died out
and the world was forgotten; he lived
again the days Of his youth and loved
his brother and drew his life from the
eyes OF one young girl.
Sn hu oon<ipuaj ,,o<;l ~ ~, roaA L.
saw figure lying with the arms thrown
out oyer the pale roses, and with the
calm face. turned full to the moonlight.
He n6iselesslS stepped nearer and bent
nbove her; ,Het INV. REGULAR breathing
showed that she was sleeping, and q
teard. op cleaned like a diamond on
each dark lash. He knelt and brushed
the grass from the face Of the stone,
and read:
CHARLES MILFORD"
1T is shea" he mnrr,ured. "She did
love him and thus She comes to him."
Long and earnestly he looked at her
quiet face, like an angels in the white
moonlight; then, gently, noiselessly, he
bent and pressed his lips to her snowy
hair. Just. for moment, when he
sprung up and hastened away as il
guilty Of r"mp crimt, laughing nertoislf
thfough his white lips, as he whispered
"She is his wife and has no thought 81
me. l shall 90 back TO tie world, f3r
even the wrrld is never SO false as d
woman"
While she, little later, awoke with q
cry at finding herself alone SO late in
this beautiful, awful wEste and ran
wildly out to the street, her white hands
pressed to her threb. ...n0 temples, while
her enh lips quivered and cry, like the
cfy ora wounded bird, rose i'd them:
Il slept and dreamed that Herbert
came to me and kissed me. Oh! why
was 1t all dream?" -,
Angels Of mercy are always lowering
over us. but sometimes they only fluttel
near to ts, instead Of covering us safely
In the loving protection Of their wings