The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1897-05-28

Banker Morse had learned that his daugh
| ter had given her heart to a struggling
young village physician. She, Mrs. Nor
ton, had learned that afternoon of al
angry scene at the mansion, in which the
1 purse-proud Morse had told his child he
would rather see her dead than the wife
( OF nameless, penniless country doctor
and they We're packing UP now to leave
Lupton forever
Madam, can YOU direct mel am look
+ ing for the home of DR.. Morton?"
The widow looked up. Then her heart
began to tremble. She knew the speaker,
! though he did not know her-the great
man from tho city.
] She saw in his nervous, suppressed man
ner the anger that was ready to fash
forth at slight provocation. She guessed
ms mission-he had come to parry bitter
words with the young man who had
stolen his daughters heart.
II am his mother, SIR" she said simply.
viii You not come in and wait for him %
The banker twirled his great watch
chain turously, reflected impatiently, and
nodded with curtness Then as she
showed him into the neat sitting room and
placed her flowers on table, and sword
and irelt above it told their own story,
token of sudden interest came into the
visitors eyes.
lou-you are soldiers widow, mad
am!' he insinuated almost reverently.
es, there is my heron'
She was heart full, and, pointing to a
picture on the wall, she left the room,
weeping over tender memory, weeping
because she knew this proud man had
come TO crush her Barry's heart
"Ihat!"' echoed the banker, arising,
pale and startled, that" but the widow
was gone, and did not hear him.
Like man in a dream he sat for fully
ten minutes staring at the picture. Then.
trembling, rapt, he arose and scanned the
framed record of John Morton's war SER
vice.
"Chattanoosa," he read THAT pic
turc" and he took a small, faded, ragged
counterpart from his pocketbook and com
pared them. The same man-after all
these ycars"'
When Widow Morton re-entcred that
room shortly afterwards, to her infinite
surprise she found it untenanted. her Wis
!tor gone
She had not the heart to tell what she
had learned of Eleanor Morse. to tell Of
her mysterious visitor to Barry that day.
The next. as they sat by John Morton's
W '!i tHc DeAutiIul cemetery,
after they had placed the flowers upon the
mound revered, she was about to speak of
it, when, glancing up, she saw approach
ng--the man who had visited her so
strangely the day previously.
He bowed to her gravely. He lifted his
hat, he placed beside her own simple flow
ers on her husbands grave an exquisite
wreath Of roses
And then he sat down beside them. His
eyes were full of tears. Memory and fidel-
lty had broken down all his pride, and in
that moment the widow comprehended
that her darling boy would never know
how nearly he had lost the woman he
loved.
soldier had saved Richard Morse's
life at Chattanooga at the risk of his own
-nobiy, heroicaily. There had been a
hurried exchange of photographs, prom
Use never to forget, a quick alarm, scat
tered forces, and the two parted never to
meet again in life
But Richard Morse had never forgot
ten and gratitude sealed the lips of pride
and sanctioned the appeal of love on that
bright, beautiful Memorial Day