The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1894-09-06

Those blue eyes, once saucy, proud
still, raised quietly from the floor met ,
his eager, hungry gaze. The voice was
low aud sweet, but it never trembled as
she answered:
"From my heart forgive you'll"
His arms were around her, the snow
dampened head pressed close to his
breast.
"Bennie, darlingr' he whispered, 81
know all. Dale told me your secretr'
"Dale toldr'
Quickly she broke from the strong
arms; scarlet food dyed the face she
bent upon the ground.
"Dale toldr' she repeated in trembling
tones "How could he
"Hush, darlingl' he interrupted. "Do
not Judge him until you know ALL"
Taking Dale's crumpled letter from
his breast he put it in her hands. And
Bonnie, standing statue still, read it
slowly through. But, as she read, the
play of deep emotions fickered on her
face, then faded out, leaving no sign to
the eyes that watched so yearningly.
Then she folded the letter gently, ten
derby, and put it in her bosom.
"This letter must be NINE" she said
quietly, but turning her face away.
"Dale's sacrifice for me guessed be-
fore, but some things in it never
dreamed till now. What he has writ
ten of me must be mine, until can put
this letter into his own hands again."
Again, as she ceased, the crimson flood
swept the pale face; but she met La
tours eyes bravely as she asked:
"Where ia Dale now?"
cat the hotel very i'll. I have
81 must 60 to him, them" she inter-
rupted calmly, but very pale. "Take
me, please"
And again she raised her eyes and
looked fearlessly into those Of the first
man she had ever loved:
When Bonnie Mason softly followed
k Adrien Latour into the sick room Capt
: Richard Peerman was immersed in the
o biography of James Mace, Esq, in the
current number of then famous society
/, journal. He rose, removed his hat, al
Il though that act were greatest conces
d sion, and remarked:
Vt EXCUSE me, miss, but hanged if you
d amt as prompt as Dick Peermanv'
l, Then, with a voluminous glance at hi
1t employer, he discreetly retired ant
Is closed the door.
re B, ';a stood by the bed and locke
II down lllently and long upon the sleeper
of Opposite stood the man who had love
n and wronged and, at last, understoo
re her.
lg Suddenly the sleeper moved resIlessl
Or and the ever recurrent words came yer
IS gently this time:
"Old, old friends, BennieT
rr Noiselessly and very tenderly the WI
ne man sank upon her knees, the brigl
n masses of her hair shadowing the fac
bent over Dale's pale hand. But h
On opening eyes first fell upon his friend
y. face. Full memory had come back nov
Ike "Dear old boyv" he whispered feebl.
an "Letter all right. Find Bennie"-
ay Then he saw the form beside hin
Without surprise, without one start h
nd Joy went out in one low whisper:
re- "Bennie!"
no The woman did not raise ner hea
nut but her hand very gently put out Il
letter from her bosom.
ng "Take this back, dear nGle," she sa
'ab softly. ''Some of it is-true; some mt
ere be forgotten"
IN; Feebly stroking the bright hair
nv answered:
ess eyes, all sorrow must be forgotte
WI now! Give me your hand, dear
ere Adrien. You have found hertz
MS Lying there so feebly, the sick sold
, tried to join the hands of those two
ins had loved so Loyalty, even as he VIII
'oo pered:
'When you are happiest, Bonnie,
,ei- member you said, we are old,
"oo friends!''
'ne Very pale was the face the won
then raised before both men. VI
nc gentle, but firmly clear, was the VIC
pon that bore these words:
anu "We were old friends, dear ID
'aVh Now with the blessing of God, we '
a~y be more than that, forever, till de
do us part!"
Fay