The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1897-02-26

"AoSlv oSPSIA VIC AdlI was parted
and drawn back from the forehead like
two curtains; a watch-chain picked out
in gilt encircled her neck and her lips
and cheeks were touched with carmine.
giving the face a CHASTITY %pretense of
life.
MI. Janeway stared at it m%ed1tatlveiy.
II hadn't noticed it for a long time" he
said.
Who is that lady, papa?" Florry
asked, looking at the picture as ii she
saw it for the first time.
Why, Florry, that was my first
wife," he answered, surprised that she
had not known it before.
Was she my mamma, too?'
Mono" he replied, hastily. she
was Sarah Deering."
Wasn't she any relation to me?' the
child persisted. She was but eight
years old and the ramiflcations of
kinship were yet a mystery to her.
OF course not" her mother said. rath-
er sharply. Your papa was married
to her when he was very young-long
before he lived here or knew me. 1
thought you had heard this before
She turned to her husband. Madison,
shall l lay this picture away?'
MI. JaneWay looked at her attentive
ly-was it zeal for an artistic ensemble
or was there a lurking jealousy of the
woman who had come before? Pack
it away if you like" he said, turning
away. 1T is shabby
Long after his wife and children were
sleeping Mr.. Janeway sat smoking and
thinking complacently of his success.
He, Madison Janeway, had begun with
nothing, and ct SO he had won the
things he had longed for at 20. The
opening and closing of the door at
tracted his attention. He looked up.
A woman walked across the room.
A plain woman. with an honest, ugly
face and a short, thick figure.
WHO are Jour Mr.. Janeway asked.
frowning at her intrusion. Don't you
know me, Maddy?' she returned.
He was startled when she called him
Maddy-it was more than twenty years
since he had been called that. Are
you--are-you-but you can't be Sa-
rah,' he stammered. She has been
dead these many years"
Il am Sarah," she answered.. "You
have changed, Maddy."
'~fes-yes-we are apt to-" he re-
piled, uneasily. But you look just the
same He said this to see if she would
account for her presence.
The living can only see the lead as
they were in life" she returned. "You
sold the farm, didn't you?"
Mr.. Janeway felt as if a reproach lay
in the observation. Yes, sold the
farm he said. II needed the money to
put into other investments"
Il worked hard on that place." she
said, crossing her hands-very rough,
worn hands. Il worked very hard there
those years. tried to save all I could
Maddy."
You We're a good wife, Sarah," he
replied; land both of us had our bur
dens, l guess"
AND It was my money that bought
the farm-you had nothing when you
came counting me, did you, Maddy?
And o said that my being thirty
years old and you being just of age
made no difference"
Yes, suppose l said that, and I'm
sure l always tried to be good to you
he said in answer to that unspoken re-
proach that seemed to lie behind her
spoken words. Il tried to treat YOU
we'll"
THE money that came to me just be-
fore | died from Uncle John must have
been a help-I left it and the farm to
you, Maddy.' Her dull eyes seemed to
torce him to acknowledge his debt.
'4es-yes-Sarah. know that + owe
much to you. Without your help and
money | should have had a unch hard