The Goodland republic., 1897-08-06

a oeed OF glTU. An anonymous de6d
OF gift-that would be the thing, the
girl decided. She would not keep one
penny Of it back, There seemed some,
thing calculating and mrcenary In set.
ting aside part FOR herself; besides, Il
would be all the same in the end. A
deed Of gift Of $500 a year to BERTHE!
1t was worth all the waiting and the
paiA and the work. This was her re-
ward.
So the girl carried out her secret
plans with a light heart and happy
brow, and the joyful message went
across the sea to the man, IN the copper
plato caligfaphy Of the lawyers clerk;
willis the girl hsrself-in the wiIlful-
ness Of near blias-sent over the sea
also just scrappy little letter, the
most matter-Of-faet she had ever sent,
cheerful and friendly, telling Of outside
pleasures and daily tri6es, Of a little
picnic in the wood and a village concert
IA little letter which would bring back
"a loving remOnstTance In the midst Of
the tale Of good fortune, and which
would be joke against her afterward
when the happy secret was known to
the full And she smiled as she sealed
and sent it on its way. And then she
waited.
There were four snd twenty days Of
the waiting, and the girl never forgot
them-never quite lived down the strain
Of the painful joy, the rapturous an
guish, as she pictured her lovers pleas
ure and endured all the miautes which
were bound to pass before she would
receive G sign.
What win he say? VIII It be Won
degf Win It be only happiness2 VIII
1t be-himself9"
At last it came-the first sign Of her
sacrifice. It was letter, rather short,
because written in a hurry by q busy
man; and the girl was able to read it in
the ten minutes which were hers before
morning lessozsi
'Dearest Ursula: This letter will be only
a scrap, I'm afraid, but know that you
VIII forgive that. and VIII make It up
next time. Truth to tell, I am drsadfully
pressed for time. I've had q little Windfsil
left mo IN rather an odd way. and I've ac-
cepted Il. Some one has taken fancy to
me, / suppose. (Fou can understand that,
can't you0 So I am going on on z good,
long tour, 70 see all the places I've wanted
90 long to sse-Italy, Greece, and I don't
know where elss. It's jolly to have G
little money at last Rather & large party
Of Us are Eoing-the GlSesons, the mother
and daughter I've written about sometimes
and some friends OF theirs know fairly
well; so expect We shall enjoy ourselves.
So glad you are having such q good time
my dear. Picnics and concerts are pleas
uFes which seldom come my way. I Will
write again as soon as can. but an un-
certain when and where We halt. Yours,
In haste. BERTHE"
"a little windfslll" Sand I have ac-
ceptsd TT"
The woman's limbs shook end her
face became awful as she read. Then
she shiyered; and then the children
came in to lessons.
One mors letter crossed the sea from
the woman to the man on his wander
ings. The word "good-by" was writ
ten across a bare shset Of paper. and
the man considered that he had been
uncivilIy treated, and he felt very soT-
ry for himself; but he never looked on
the woman's face again.
The silly tals leaked out in time,
and the world laughed at the comedy
Of It. But the woman failed to see the
humor. and It was the tragedy which
lay at she hack Of hex eyes IN all the
long years tiIl she died.-Ths Sketch.