The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1897-08-31

/ And roses bloom in the cypress shade,
And the shadows lit away!
But the deepest woe that earth can tell
I is when two tender hearts
l That one pulse ne'er rose If the other fell,
Eacn to It's grief departs!
Departs alone with a waiIing cry
But a dying heart can tell;
On It's sad to see our loved ones die,
But tbs ha d for with avertSd eyes.
10 hear the word 'FaTeWellV'
II A ND this is the endr' SaIlie Ma
~ son uttered the words Slowly,
as if they hurt her.
she leaned against the old gate,
her hands tightly clasped, a look
on her face that almost frightened her
| companion. This is the end Of all
my dreams-such foolish dreams-the
end Of my faith in you. Oh, Jack, l
cannot believe it! Is all my love, ali
my devotion nothing, that you can
throw me aside for the first strange
face you sect Tell me it is not true"
The mar g&z5 d past her, not daring
90 lock in the pale face turned so pite-
ously toward him. as If awaiting a de
ciaiOn of lie or death. After a silence
that to her seemed uncomfortable he
said:
Don't take it SO hard, Sal. / am
sorry, buE we must part. You will
find some one who is far more worthy
Of you than l. Forgive me, and let
us part as friends"
He spoke hesitatingly, still avoiding
her accusing eyes. AS she did not
speak, he added in a complaining way:
after ell, it is not wholly my fault;
had you married years ago, as desired,
this trouble would have been averted {;
but despite my ~entreaties you chose to
devote yourself to your father
stop, Jackl do not reproach me
for doing my duty" Sallie broke in,
her tone and manner entirely changed.
when mother died 1 was obliged to
| take her place 10 a measure If by 80
dong l have lost your love, lam con
. n to live without it. Good bye !.
May you be as happy as you deserved
she walked swiftly away, her head
proudly erect. Jack locked after her
until she was lost to view, then, with a
frown, turned to leave the spot.
II wonder if every fellow feels as
mear as / do when he filings eff the old
love for the newG' he thought. Poor
Sail She's q noble girl, and deserves a
better husband than l. Wonder If she
-yiII Eb;uE On In opS hD QB
A pang shot through him at the
thought. Now that ali was over, he
felt an odd sort of regret at the turn
affairs had taken. Sal could not have
loved him very deeply, else che would
not have surrendered him so quietly.
He had a longing that be could not &C
count for to go back, clasp that little
figure In his arms and tell her it was
a jest, a dream, anything save the
truth. Bat it was too late now, and
he was free; why should be feel 80 dis
sg1iefed and gloomyH
Was ne not at liberty to offer himself
TO the girl whose blue eyes and be
wiochiDg manners had tempted him
from hia allegiance to his little, black
eyed Sal4 And at thoughts of fair
Helen. his face lighted up again, and
he rej3iced in his freedom.
Sal walked on as one in sleep, scarcely
conscious of where her feet led her,
till at last she reached her WI room.
She seated herself by the window and
looked towards the spot where she had
said good bye to her happiness. The
apple trees were weighted down with
the pink-white blossoms that would
soon urn to golden fruit; the trees cast
weird shadows in the moonlight, and
from their depths a bird called tender
~, questioniDgly, to it's mate; the al
most overpowering fragrance of lilac
wes waited to her, turning her
faint and sick; for had not Jack
brought her a bunch Of those f3wers
every evening from the yard in front
of the cottage they had called ''ours"9
She had seemed benum6ed, but the
iilacs and their memories opened the
foodgates Of tears. Through the long
weary hours she kept watch with her
dead love, and then buried it Tor
aver - sh0 sajd