The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1893-02-11
member nv name2n and the tall man

member my name2" and the tall man
stepped unlimited into the room.
YES" size said, her eyes blazing, II
remember your name. 1t Is the name
of the only mar who ever treated me
with iisresTect To back into she
silence that has covered yoh for tiles,
fifteen years" 80.
Not yet" he said. "The morning
mail brought me this letter that you
mailed me so long ago Listen" he
said. impetuously; sit down beside
me while / tell you. The post office in
the little city to which this was sent
has recently undergone repairs. A
package of letters has been exhumed
bv the gas-fitters or plumbers. This IS
one of them. / only hope the others
lave been forwarded to as happy a des-
tinatiou. And the dear words in the
letter-they are us true now as they
were then, are they not, AliceF
81. / don't know" she said.
"Find out as quick as you can, dear;
the years have been long and hard, u
these eight hours have been-torture:..
What do you think l have endured?"
she asked:
q don't dare to think of it."
Then, as ~ninety-nine MEN out of q
hundred would have done, he added:
I'VE will not talk about 1t, or eveh
think of it We will"
How did you find me?" interrupted
Alice.
Il saw you at the restaurant with
your somewhat striking-lookiug guest.
l knew you at once there's no woman
In the world like YOU. A little later !
caught the boy OH the street, and with
some difficulty Persuaded him to tell
me your name and where yoh lived"
MY name?!"
ayes; you might have changed it,
and them should not be here"
Then Alice told him of her reverses
and successes-a little, only a little,
for she was a wise woman-of her
heartaches and WEAKNESS, and then OF
Mr.. browne;
THAT is all past" he said; "espe'
cially Mr.. Browne. You will teach mu'
sic no more. You will let me set you
in the dearest spot on earth, a happy
home. You will sing to me after this,
my dear"
DO YOU know" she said, that this
is Valentines day-if we are not toe
old to speak the name of that saint o.
sentiment
$50 1t is" he said; land we are mol
too old. No one, no tro, are old who
are as happy as we this hour" Then
he reached up and took the scraT
pinned above her desk and read;
:. This day for all that is good ano
fair. 1t is too dear, with all it:
hopes and invitations, to waste 4 mo
ment on the bitter yesterdays. To
morrow is u new day. We will bsgii
1t we'll and serenely and with too higf
a spirit to be euiiibered with our OLD
!, sorrows and regrets / agree with the
wise man who said that, and We viii
both pay our VOWS at the shrine of thu
sweet saint of to-day hereafter. Won
we dear?'
Then some friends dropped in, ant
after a little Alice lighted the tiny ga
stove behind the gay screen and sool
there was n singing kettle and a daint,
little feast, which the friends pro
nounced just lovely, but which the,
two only knew was the feast of be
trothal.
Then they asked Alice for a SONG
and this is what she satig:
/ found il to-day in an unused dtaNer-
This treasured sweet of q lorG agb-
With arrows flying and roses abiowi
Loves fond and fitting cmDassador.
Twas a bonny lad who sent it TO me
Loves fond and fitting emhassador-
With symbol and sign and metaphor,
And | was as glad as q maid could be.
Now We sit in the twilight's fading glow
Shade and shine in our lives have met
But he loved me then and he loves me yet
And We say, as We dream OF the long ago,
That II once again sweet youth were mine,
And he were as borny as he was then,
shout choose him from the world Of me-
And nc would choose me for his valentine.
month later little Joe was dividin