The Red Cloud chief., 1897-04-16

had been tearing to pieces, IN my pas
sion, a little spray Of hawthorne he
had given me earlier In the day. l had
pulled off the leaves n by one. and
when he left me the bare stem was
left In my hand, with one leaf only re-
naming. See, here It Is, the last relic
of my first and last love. God grant
that In your whole life, my Ruth. you
may never weep such tears as l nave
wept over that one faded leaf"
She opened the little red prayer
book In her lap and showed me. hid
den in a tissue paper pocket. the vel
low hawthorne leaf.
This little book" she said, was
Edwards gift to me. and this old dry
leaf is my only relic Of the day when
we parted in the wood. never to meet
again in this world. Stay, I have one
more treasure, see!"
She drew from her bosom a quaint
old locket and put 1t in my hand. 1t
was a miniature painting representing
a } eung man in an old-fashioned naval
costume. 1t was a handsome face. but
stern and proud looking, and I could
very well believe that the original
would have behaved as Aunt Hetty
had described.
But did you really part like that.
auntie?" I said. did you never see
him AGAIN."
"Never. He did not 60 back to the
picnic party, but Joined an outward
bound ship the next day. leaving a
brief note for my mother, stating that
we had fortunately found out in time
that we were unsuited to each other,
and had, therefore, by mutual consent.
put an end to our engagement"
But that was very cruel, auntie."
II thought SO then. Perhaps 1t was
a little; but afterward l blamed my
self far more than him. l had given
the provocation: and I knew In my
heart OF hearts that n word of re-
greet on my part would have made all
right between us. But I was too proud
to say It. I let him go with my eyes
opened, and I have been Justly pun
ished."
! But have you never heard from him
since, dear auntie?"
Once or twice, but only indirectly.
He had no relatives in u part OF the
country. l know that he gave up the
sea and obtained a commission In
! some Indiana regiment. When last ]
; heard of him he was a captain: but
that is many years ago, and l do not
) know whether he is alive or dead. So
: ends my poor little romance. There is
one thing l should like to ask, Ruth
and that Is partly why I have told you
my story. You have seen my relics
They have been my greatest treasure
0 in life, and l should like them put II
n my coffin when l die. Will you remem'
Der this, dear?"
= / could not answer for tears. but
= kissed her hand and she was content.
Two months ago, tired of our hum
d drum country life. auntie and I re
solved to visit foreign parts. Accord
ingly, we went to Boulogne and tool
up our abode In a quiet boarding.
house In the Rue des Vieillards. Their
were a good many visitors staying II
l. the house, but they we're mostly II
d families or parties. and we did no
mingle with them. Our ~vis-a-vis q
table was q tall gentleman Of soldierl,
appearance, who was always spoken Q
h as the major. When he ventured I
address an order to the waiting maid
In French. the difficulties he got int
were dreadful. and he always ende
by getting angry with himself an
them. l ventured to help him out Of
& difficulty once or twice. and in thi
ID manner a slight acquaintance sprun
u up between u.s. It had. however. gon
In no farther than q friendly nod or o n