Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1898-01-27

were promenading the beach o,,a
moon, just rising above the us.
edge, threw a flood of light over &.
and sea. The dreamy music tba -
made and the fresh, sweet smell % :,
violets | wore seemed just the ine,s. az
needed to blend our souls to0s,s.
IN his quiet, manly way he told me NJ
story His life has been spent h g., ,'.'
elgn lands. He told me of his ~
less ambition-how he had toils5
Parnassus heights and Of his lor,i-Y
for quiet and home, and I WAS b,s
souls idol. was to be his own Ia
wife. 4 blessed sense OF peace and
curity came over me, and | was b,,-.
Time flew by on golden wings ar5
Parted, as | thought, | for a brief i'm.
with every renewed promise of Az.
ton, Day after day passed. and \.
neither came nor sent grew resi-
less, miserable, sick. PERHAPS no MA
i'll; perhaps-and my heart slr,a-.
ceased to beat-perhaps he was do,s
Ihere never came one thought of hi
faithlessness. My heart altsrpotas
between hope and fear Three vao,.-
went away and October came 5o,,-~
silently upon us. | grew thinner ana
paler every day and moved lp,a
shadow about the house. At last for
getting womans pride, | wrote 10 hin,
pleading for him 10 come for mo anas
49, For a few moments not word
escaped her lips; then, raising her face
to mine, she bitterly exclaimed
Would you believe, Mile Bryson
that these lines on this scrap Of paDer
were the bitter end of all had
dreamed of happiness?"
She drew from ner bosom small
note, carelessly written, and | read
My Dear Miss Earle-lou snralv
did not attach any serious Thoughts 70
our recent little Irritation. If 50 I
deeply regret it, as | am shortly to he
married. With respect, etc.-Cbarles
Caxton."
Amy Earle, surely you could not
grieye for the author of that letter
who at once proves himself wanting
in those qualities that render his sev
worthy the attention of ours? He IL
not worth a tear from those blue
eyes"
oh, Mile, it came so sudden. Il
was such a bitter awakening. On
Mile, know you will despise me
when | tell you in spite of all that I
could not realize it until wrote
again Then for long time for.
got everything
That was when you We're so i'll,
love- | drew the tiny form closer to
me. You have forgotten it all now?"
Yes, Mile, if woman can entirely
forget her first love"
But. Mr.. Thurston, Amy?"
All, yes. Noble and true, ne has
redeemed the falseness of his sex.
Harry Thurston knows all, and says.
Although the heart may thrill and
throb with first love, yet that heart
can love again"
A year passed happily away and
again we are at lngleside
1t was the sweet twilight of an Aug
ust eve, the last echo of Cousin Lucy S
melodious voice had died and the clos
ing word of her song ceased TO Vi
brate upon the ear. Amy Thurston,
lovely as ever, sat beside her husband,
whose eyes were fixed upon her with
that intensity and fondness that
spoke at once the language of his soul
Adele interrupted the silence by read
ing a paragraph from an evening
newspaper.
'Died.-'At his residence in B street
Charles CaXton, of wounds received in
a drunken ARRAY"
! inyoluntarily glanced at Amy who
pressing her lips to her husbands
forehead. murmured, Peace to his
ashes. Cincinnati Post.