Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-07-22
LOVE is EVER YOUNG.


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hours of delivery. Twice day, what
ever the weather, Mrs. Allestree pre-
sented her handsome, anxious face at
the window.
When he handed out the post to her
and she found not the letter she longed
for, an angry face 1t was that peered in
at him, and stern-albeit well bred
voice that demanded of him to hunt
through every box, lest perchance he
had made some error in distributing.
The deserted, neglected wife must
blame somebody, and she would not
blame her husband. She did not at first
even dream Of blaming Joseph.
BY the middle of the week her whole
mod changed. She felt hurt, deeply
hurt. There seemed to be no reason, no
excuse for such neglect. To think that
this, their first separation in so many
years, should be unbrldged by a world
She could not have the consolation of
writing to him, for he had left no ad-
dress, there being an uncertainty about
the very part of London in which that
troublesome Perley was living.
1t was the way of men, and he, Ii
seems, was not better than the rest of
them. Once out of her sight he forgot
forgot all the love and daily devotion
of fortytwo years.
By. Saturday morning Mrs. Allestree
was ill-ill enough to go to bed. jim
my had to fetch both posts, and, after
delivering in person the first one, he
vowed to Molly that he would not ap-
proach Mrs. Allestree again while Mr..
Allestree was away.
All day Sunday Mrs. Allestree hay
silent in a dark chamber Molly could
not get word from her. nor would she
! eat. 1t was almost restful to be so
weak. True she was in despair. She
had given up all expectation of seeing
Joseph again, but, compared with the
bewilderlng tossings of vain conjecture
her present state was one of quietude
and peace.
But by Monday morning she was suf
ferlng torments once more. She felt
that II Jimmy returned without either
Joseph or a letter she would surely die,
and, indeed, she nearly died as 1t was.
When the wheels sounded again upon
the gravel, Mrs. Allestree sat up in bed
She was winter than her hair. Nc voices
were heard below She clutched her
heart and gasped. But presently a
door opened and step came up the
stairs. 1t was the step of Joseph. AS
he entered the room she fell back
among the pillows
My dear Henrietta, what's all this?'
He looked around almost accusingly
upon the two frightened women as If
he had caught them in the act of as;;as-
sinatlng their mistress.
Didn't Jimmy tell you" she muir
INJURED.
'You know Jimmy never tells any
thing. He did say you weren't well.
But have you been very i'll, dear"
The women had withdrawn, and he
seated himself upon the bed.
Joseph, you might have sent me one
little line!'
"Wh-what? l don't quite compre
hend. A lineT'
"Yes. it wouldn't have hurt you to
write line
Henrietta, wrote to you every day.
and sometimes twice day
They stared at each other
But | never got solitary letter."
she said presently. Il sent to every
delivery-went myself until | became
i'll. Mr. Framwell said there was moth
Ing from you. 1t nearly killed me
Joseph"
However" he muttcred, they could
not have all miscarried- d-l-Ilenrietta
l have it. Wait; I'll be back in twenty
minutes" and the gentleman fairly raj
out of the room.
He laughed all the way downstairs
and she heard his ha, has between hi
shouts for Jimmy to bring back thC
trap. In n few minutes they ratified
out of the grounds. and within the time
mentioned they ratified back again.
Mr.. Allcstree tore breathless up the
stairs, bursting boy-fashion into his
wife's room. He carried a package OF
letters, which he spread out in n circle
on the bed. There were fourteen of
them, and every one was addressed to
Miss Henrietta Shower
For short space nothing was said
and then the two aged lovers began to
laugh, and they laughed until they
cried.
Joseph" she said, tits very funny.
very, but it was almost the death OF
me. How did you come to do it?"
why, Henrietta, love, when | once
got out Of your dear, familiar presence
the old days came back completely. You
were little Retta Shower and"
Joseph Allestree blushed; he did not
often quote poetry
And our two and forty years
Seemed mist that rolled away.
-Pearson's Weekly.
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