River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1892-05-12

pride came to my rescue, called the
blood back TO my cheek and strength to
my trembling limbs. My friend knew
my unhappy story and had hoped every
thing for me upon his return.
!" Never,' / said to her, never will
be the first to speak to him now. If he
can be 50 cruel he would only make my
humiliation the greater. l was wrong
at first, but two wrongs never made
one right. III die before ! ask his for
giveneSsr
i returned home. and with feveriSh
haste packed my trunks and went south
among relatives. Mother thought it
the best thing | could do. hoping that
new scenes and new associations would
give me returning health and happi-
ness. but l soon tired OF the gay soci-
ETY. there. l was sadly changed from
the gay girl of three years before. l
had grown grave and quiet, and, an OPP
portunity to learn telegraphing pre-
senting itself, threw myself heart and
soul into study. becoming proficient,
found my business hours full ! made
money. Occasionally | returned home
for brief visits while father and mother
lived, but the few times I met Allan
Brookhaven we met Us strangers. So
the years have rolled away. He never
married. but, beloved by many friends,
lived long useful life. !, growing
reticent as / grew older. had fewer
friends. but some were very dear and
| faithful to me. and at last this comes
taking up the paper and pointing TO the
death message with trembling fingers.
Il am an old woman. Ruby, sixty-five
years old. but love Allan just as dear
| ly to-day as l did forty years ago
have never for a moment ceased loving
I him. You are SO much like what ] once
was. dearie, that if / can save YOU from
willfully making your life unhappy
would gladly DO SO.
''oh, aunty.' sobbed Ruby, Il am sc
| sorry for you. and / never. never vii
| quarrel with Roy again. / am going
/ straight down TO Roy's office and ask
| his forgiveness for ali NV magazines
That's right, Ruby. and remember.
each of you, to bear and forcbear nj.
ways. God bless you. dear child.
I Hank. was that the postman's ring
/ Run, get the letters, dearest, and Their
90 to Roy"
Two hours later it was very light
hearted girl that tripped gayly home
ward with one little hand tucked under
Roy Elmore's arm as they rang the bel
at her fathers door.
Wen go straight to Aunt Sylvia an6
| tell her what good children we mean e
be- said Roy, smiling tenderly at Ru-
| by. as they entered the house ano
turned toward Aunt Sylvia's little sit
| ting room. There she sat with letter
between her clasped fingers, and smile
upon the still white face that was
sweeter than life.
''Oh, Roy, she is dead" whispered
Ruby.
Roy gently drew the letter from her
stiffening fingers.
Hush, love. Let us see what has
called her away so suddenly"
The two heads bent over the letter
and read:
MY own DEAR SYLVIA; At last in ths
/ presence Of death, write 20 tell You how dear
you are 10 ne; that never for one moment have
| I forgotten your sweet face Darling, il IL.
/ been a long lonely time, for am almost seven
/ ty years old. but you will soon come 70 me
! All eternity isn't long enough 10 make up foI
/ the cruel separation here. Forgive me, anc
| come soon TO your own
ALLAN BRoORHAvEN.
"Oh. Roy sobbed Ruby, ''hov
! quickly she went away
''i}ut, thank Heaven, dear Ruby, moi
till she had pointed out our danger" an
severed Roy. .Came, She L. at rcst
Sec how peacefully She sleeps. This /;
no time to grieve for her; rather to re
ioice that she has made the journey tc
the new country SO easily. 1t is hardest
to tell your father, who loved her 81
dearly. Let US 90 in search of him. -
Leslie GriswoTd, in Housekeeper.