Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1894-01-06
HER BURDEN.
''f'or my heart vas hot and restless,
Ana ms life was tull Of care.
And the rrlru laid upOa me


Their acquaintance had not begun
I'm the usual way. There had been no
formal introduction; in fact, they had
never personally met Yet, to Con-
stance Faithful's heart there was no
time in her life that he had not
reigned its king. All time before that
great event had faded into the dim.
shadowy past, and paled before the
glorious sunshine OF the blissful real
ity. Only a few short months, but to
the dreamy, faneiful girl it was an
eternity; an eternity filled with per-
feet light s'the light that never shone
on land or sea
rAnd he is coming to mel" she
unused, enc balmy spring day, in her
fair Southern home; this last letter
his dear letter saws, i will be with
you. my sweet. true Constance, in less
than week. Before the fragrant
roses bloom ID thc little garden you
have 50 beautifully described to me;
that garden, sweetheart, which ] can
see in fancy, and the great live oak
tree with the rustic seat under it, at
the end of the garden walk. | can see
you too, there, dear. dressed in the
pretty gown which YOU wore when
Won had your picture painted for me.
/ can see Your face. my darling, with
the soft white moonlight falling upon
it, lighting up your blue eyes, your
wavE brown hair, your sweet rcd lips.
All. in little whitc-yet how long
TO an eager heart will hold you in
my arms. your rightfui place. l Will
press kisses upon your lips; I will read
the sweet secret in your dear blue
eyes, ] will see You ut last, oh, Con-
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world may smile at our love since we
have never personally met, but be-
tween two congenial hearts there
need be no ceremonial of the worlds
making Through the medium of
letters we know each others natures;
we have learned to love each other.
and now we VIII meet: and the ideal
will fade before the glory Of the real.
! will come direct to you; be waiting
for me at the oak tree Your
Harold :"
How often she had read and re-read
that letter, How slowly the DAYS had
dragged by, bringing nearer the meet
ing DAYS whose feet seemed cloggcd
with iron shae&les How she loved to
gaze with silent rapture on his
pictured face, the picture of
her boy, her bouny. bright.
handsome Harold What though he
had won a brilliant name in the far
oil North what though the name of
Harold Burgoync, tine rising Young
journalist, was upon every hp--hc
was hers lie SHED her sad, lonely
life to over blowing and made up for
every loss Chat that life eonta. ned.
At last the day came wnen the meet
ing took place 1t was all just as they
had planned III; dowE in the moon
lit garden. beneath the live oak tree
She stood there. waiting for his com
ing; one swift, eager glance. and both
hands were oulstretched: then, his
arms went about her, and her head
dropped upon his shoulder. and all
was still 81 was the meeting of twin
sosis-hearis that were 1ua tes-in a
love too pure for earth
There were days of happy compau-
Ionship after that: days never to be
forgotten. but alas. all too brief But
nothing on earth can last-nothing so
fair, 50 like dream of hcaven--and
the sad, sad parting came all too soon
Constance, | viii come back to
Won. he said, great tears in his beau
tifui dark eyes, as he held her to his
heart in that last sad fareweIl-a
farewell destined to DC eternal II
Will come back to you, my dear one,
before the autumn leaves deck the
trees This is April will be with
you before September. BE brave and
strong, true heart, for / shall not
change. / shall live to make you hap
by. Live for me. my Constance. for
your love is very dear to me. There
is none like it upon earth :
She Grnilpd into f,ia assaa
full of tears. Perha os some preset
ence of tine future crept over her
heart and gave her warning a vague,
subtle warning-that that love would
be her doom -that the man so madly
worshiped would bring her deepest
sorrow, black despair.
lie loved her with all his heart, but
he did not understand this woman's
mature, its warmth, and sensitiveness,
its depths of intensity and despair
They parted. He, TO 90 back to the
excitement OF h-s career-she, TO bear
all the sorrow and dcsolation of her
lot alone, in dull, uneyentful round
of life's daily duties-duties which
sometimes seemed too heavy and
cumbersome for her, and her heart
was no longer in her work.
Tune went by. The sultry summer
weather was wearing slowly on to
early autumn. 1t was August; but
Harold was too occupied with his work
to dare hope for vacation.
He broke It to her as gently as pos
sible. tt meant so much to him-to
them both, for surely they belonged
TO each other. If he did his work
well now, at this particular juncture,
his future was assured; aud that future
would be hers. also, for were they not
going to pass their lives together?
SO he wrote; and Constance submitted
with patience. His success was hers.
No sacrifice would be too great to at
tain that end. And sue never told
him of her own failing health, of the
weakened heart, the feeble strength
She would not trouble him or bring a
cloud TO his brow--hcr bright, bonny
boy, so dearly loved.
And so, as the DAYS glided by--rap-
idly to him in his busy, bustling life
slowly TO her, in her loneliness and
sadness Harold Burgoync never
dreamed that his Constance was
S owly but surely fading away. Still.
with sublime unSeihShuess. she hid IL