The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1894-11-23

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my mother, IN tender, pfotectnS way,
when she sudde0!y started rom my
SIDE, advanced rev stepA ana wltn
nusn upon her pale faee, nelo out nsf
nano In . ecfdla! greeung 9N1Gne
up N sMpree l met Ne Au$nlng
brown eyes OF Roger Dsrmote. He "a
iuted me With q courteous DOW, insist
60 upon taxing my place 0eaoe motner,
ana togetner we resumed our morning
wax. mat was tne beginning Q! many
peasant Gays days no longer lonely,
1or No was ever with ~; no longer new
Wao my neats n1ed WIN gloomy lore.
poolnSs 1of the future. 1or Roger ana
were be60thed.
IL y wonder1n what great strides
nearU wiz MAKE toward eacn otner
Wnen iso!ated from society ana sur
Mother Nature loves to lavish upon her
eniloren.
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Somehow, that secluded spot has ever
been to me o. the Rrayeyard in which
IN I ever loved lies sleeping; and YET,
there q no dust there to which have
0 claim. There are eraveyards in the
memory sometimes, and there It seems
| to me We always Law our brayest and
best,
ROGER was 4 sailor. and II was strange
how soon I learned to take an interest
In an that pertained to the ocean. We
passed hours by the salt sea wave.
while he unfolded to me the mysteries
that Lay hidden in its shining, deceitful
depths. / loved the ga, then; oh,
how loved It! But now, when I walk
along the beach It talks to me Of part
ings, and all dreary things, and the
sound Of IT'D tumuttuous roaring comes
to my ears like the cries Of q soul In
despair.
One gloomy afternoon In September,
with the sky threatening and dreary,
and the sun red and sullen, sinking In
q crimson ball behind the mass Of
clouds lowering In the west, walked
upon the rocks beside the sea. Roger
was to meet me therefor he was to
sail on the morrow for the indies, leav-
ing me. with a heart like lump Of
lead, to await his return. I could not
endure the thought Of this parting
But he would be captain Of the vessel
when he came back, he said, and he
would not loss his chance In the world.
He would have taken me with him a.
his wife, but there was mother, too
frail to undertake the journey, and 30
I would stay behind. But no matter
how much IL to be gained by the voy-
age, there never was a woman yet that
could feel, ut such a time, the value Of
any gain; and suppose was like the
rest.
And 90 I paced up and down the
rocks in the sunset, with nv heart all
choked like, and my voice fun Of tears.
But nv eyes were dry-uuite dry-for
Roger must not see my weakness.
When he was gone there would be
days and nights to cry in, and then my
tears need not be restrained,
So waiting bravely for his coming, I
watched the ofine. where the ships
rocked. lazily to and fro. with the ris.
Ing wind. The surf lines came boom.
inc mn at the foot Of the rocks. frothinr
and foaming angrily; the sulls whiled
above my head, shriekinR and dipping
into the whitecapped waves. And
thep.watchine the sun 20 down. I he.
gan to wonder at Rogers DELAY. We