The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1895-03-28

but HE DOES LOVE HER, AND so FONDLY.
as possible, said Minny ought to have come u
him, he would treat her as q daurhter; then his
eyes filled with tears, and he took little Frankie
In his arms, and told me their Alphonse was
dead, and his eldest sons wife was q helpless
invalid who wept night and day. took my
things and went upstairs with him TO
her room-such grand house!-and there she
was pale little creetur, that could only lab
Der In French; but baby smiled on her-babies
knows any language-and she shook hands
kind with me, and the upshot OF the matter
was / stayed two weeks in their house, till
Frankie got acquainted with the new nurse.
forgot 10 tell you never thought of that cab
till was eating dinner three hours after
wards, and jumped right up and was running
out but Henry's brother, res espcctablc, sol
emn-looking man. sent one OF the help out, and
q bill there must have been, but he wouldn't
let me settle. Fore l left, news OF Henry's
death come and upset them all, and then Lewis
and Annette was expected, and as l didnt
want TO see them two-especially him-I vent
away. They sent cordial invite for Minny to
come, but l told them l guessed she'd like
America best as do, where you can tell what
folks say when they talking.
"The general give me to understand they
would legally adopt frankie, ,.nnd told EN- you
would sign any documents-ns l know you
would-for the boys sake. He will have fine
property some dav. / was awful lonesome go.
ing home. My old arms was empty and cried
myself 10 sleep lots OF nights.
II will now close. Be good TO Minny, Mr.
Oliver, and come down early and stay all sum
mer Yours to command,
HANNAH PATTEN."
Sometimes, as the years glide by,
Mrs. Minnys arms are empty, too, and
her heart yearns for the little baby
over the sea. No other child has come
to her, and her husband frowns at the
mention of journey to France; he is
! jealous of even the little hold the lost
| baby has on her affections; so there is
thorn in her bed of roses. Skye, too,
is old and sleepy; or is it herself who
has no desire for play? Is she becom-
| ing growL-up and different? viii ne
| love her just the same, perhaps more?
He must tire of her childishness. But
he does love her, and so fondly.
Oliver, on his part, saw the decay of
his political prospects with calmness.
He heard one day az the club some
thing they did not wish him to hear.
| A knot of men were discussing the
possibility of his securing the nomina-
tion for governor in the coming cleo
ton.
Never in the world" said one of his
! friends. There is some story about
his wife; she does not go in society at
ala pretty little thing l wonder,
though, how a man can throw away
his future for n pretty face"
what was wrong?" asked another,
I'm not sure" answered the first.
"I do know he married her the day
after her husband-that crazy French
fellow De Restaud-dicd, and that he
ran away with her one night from her
home up in the North park. Oliver
had shooting-boX there. You
couldn't make him governor; regular
exodus of our wives to the east; they
never would call on her."
The words stung Oliver a little; but
that evening, when his wife went to
meet him at the door, wearing little
yellow gown, too, as in that night in
the past, with Skye at her heels, he
smiled in content How infinitely
small we-e all honors men might give
man bcsile the real heart-happiness OF
love! lie thought he would rather be
married than be president; and he
blessed the kindly fate that led him to
the valley of the Troublesome and
the little Troublesome lady there.
THE END.