Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-04-09

passiou ere u ehatiSeu into the spiritual.
Dear one, let me say IL this once, In the sa-
cred unreserve OF death-I love you sol
+ mo one ever put II into words but a we
man:
II love thee to the level Of every days
Most quiet need, hy sun and candle light
love thee freely, men strive Tor right;
/ love thee purely, as they turn from praise
love thee with the passion put to use
. In my old griefs, and with my childish faith
/ l love thee with love / seemed 10 lose
With my lost saints | love thee with the breath
Smiles, tears cs all my life, and IL God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
And yet sometimes think, even up there,
waiting will be hard
! Forgive me, dear, that complaining
speech, but am 10 weak today--so weakrn
! This letter came one day to a man sitting
| in dingy office in far away western town.
| He was writing at his desk when the train
| whistled that brought In the mail
His face was thin and worn, but strangely
Illuminated just now by some warm ray from
within. He wrote rapidly, and often smiled
as he dipped his pen in the ink. Once he
stopped and laughed to himself n low boyish
laugh.
What happy message was his cunning hand
stamping ON that smooth, white pagef
"oh, Margaret, at last after so many years,
life has been good TO me- My California
scheme has proved a success, and today l am
a rich mani
DO you hear, sweetheart, rich man, and
do you know all that means to me II you still
love met
"rIf you still love mer Why should
fear-did ever woman have truer heart than
thine0 II means the end of waiting-the
fruition Of hope-the open sesame TO the
long barred doors OF joy
alt means freedom-freedom 10 the loving
words. imprisoned So long in the dark cham
beers Of silence, with honor, sterH sentinel,
ever keeping guardl
"Can you forgive all these years OF SEEM
ing neglect God and | know IL was only
seemng--End may l come now-come at last
To my home, my kindred, my inheritance OF
loye--to youi
II know | do not deserve it, but when God
forgets aud blesses US beyond our worth, will
, not youi
do you remember the first evening met
youi You had on some sort Of white, gauzy
dress, aud | thought you would never b.
fairer even In heaven.
Your yellow hair had such pretty wa,
Of waving up from the nape of the neck, ant
there was always one lock that would fal
down and curl in a soft little ring.
, Have you forgotten how surprised wa
TO find your eyes were browni Such sh,
+ eyes they were. never saw them well bu
once.
1 ''Now l will gnze into them until | lear
/ every tone and tint by heart--until cate
and bold fast the lovely soul mrrored ther
, and make its every throb my own
q "Will you smile when you meet met
. Il dream and dream Of the look your fac
I will wear.
. mot cold. o no: it will never be cold
r but what IL ! should find tears on your chee
+ tears that had causedi
o 'In the dust, at your feet, dear Margare
would plead forgiveness, and then kiss an
o kiss them away until the very source OF teal
e were dry. All, Welt What does il matter
10 the sweet face meet me grave or gay, so
but see 1t in the flesh, alive and warml
And yet, even were YOU dead what maC
a me think of that0 believe that love iii
mine could call back the red Of life TO lips
> century cold, and rekindle into flame Il
d very ashes Of the divine firei When I $
% you"--
The door opened and the Office boy hand,
ie In the evening mail.
st 1t was o'clock He glanced over two
It the letters, which proved 10 be- business note
Is and then picked up the third, little frett'
r at the interruption. IL was small, Will
envelope with blurred postmark, address
in a strange feminine hand
d Lighting the lamp-the dusk of the Ju
night was gathering outside-he laid a pap
ns weight ON his unfinished page and, slight
curious, broke the seal.
No Il took him long time 10 master the fair
ilegible lines (her trembling fingers had tri
7, ia vain to make the strokes steady, but I
a few words Of explanation, added by b
mother, made IL all cruelty plain; 80 pla
"a that IL was but breath before Hope shift
be places with Despair, and groan, such as
AZ hear when spirit parts from fiesh burst FIR,
rs his grief smitten soul.
on He laid his head ON the table in front
as him, and morning, with It's clamor and
claims, found him there.
no The lamp burned wan and dim, and /
~ j.nnty summer sun sent its boldly challengi
10 rays, as II TO say, What do you herefi t
Dy It was not until the gong sounded from
., hotel next door that Allan Kent raised hi
sh self up, and then the radiant light Of |
young day showed face old and bleach
70; with pain, and hair turned whiteas the sno
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