Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-05-12

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old wound is healed and the old smart no
longer stings with sharp pain at any touch
or word, lie will turn for consolation to
the bright young comforter who has al.
ready done him SO much unconscious good.
aud she will make his imperfect, half
spoiled life a happy and complete ono
She-Yolande-is unconscious of the
good news in store for her. In all her
many portraits Of her lost lover, she had
never pictured Dcnzil as being free once
more. He has either died, or she has
dropped n faded beneath the long md
weary struggle. a struggle all the fiercer
and harder in that it is fought in secret,
a struggle that would have gradually sap.
ped her hfe-springs, and given to the low
ing, faithful heart but one dream Of rest,
one hope OF ~peacc-death! Yet heaven
has not so willed it. For once the hand
of Fate is kind, and metes justice where
justice is deserved. For once the long
and faithful love that has been tried in
the fire of suffering is destined to be re-
warded; and when, in the cool spring
evening hour, she hears at Inst from Sir
Edwards kind lips the sweet tidings Of
her lovers freedom the shock of JOY is al
most more than her strength can bear.
They are Il merry. happy party enough
now. Enid is the life and soul Of them
all. Yolande, after the first prostration
and exhaustion brought OH by the reaction
4 of her unexpected d~elivcrunce, grows
sweeter, ~lovelier, more fascinating than
ever.
With the smile Of spring over all the
lovely lands through which they journey,
life and love II peace come also to their
hearts and lives. Even poor, sad, desolate
Lance grows calmer and more cOmforted,
though he knows in his lost loves eyes
lives the radiance of a hope that is to him
as death, the light of joy rckindled from
the ashes of II great md passionate sor.
row.
One evening quite alone, and pale with
watching and expectation. Yolande sits
in one of the rooms in their pretty villa,
awaiting her lovers return.
Her head is bent on her hands; the light
fickers down on her hair and turns it
into richer gold. Her eyes are dark and
wistful; for even this most exquisite mo-
ment is tempered by the shadow Of the
past.
Just so once before she had awaited his
coming, and found in 1t her doom. A pray
err is on her lips, a prayer of thankful
ness for the great blessing that has been
restored, Il prayer for strength to bear it
meckly, as one to whom a great and pre-
.ious gift has been intrusted.
4 And while such thoughts are in her
heart there comes through the hushed and
fragrant silence the sound Of n football.
She lifts her head-her color comes and
g~oes-hcr eyes grow bright and dark in
the JOY and fear of this expectancy. Then,
with Il rush of joy SO keen that 1t is al
most pain, she sees the face she scarce
had thought to look upon again, save in
dread and misery like that which had
filled their last parting.
With onr low, glad cry of purest rap
ture she springs to meet him, as his arms
close round her once again. as his lips
rest on her own in passionate, unspoken
welcome, that neither life nor death can
pnrt her now from a love that will live
through all time.
n (. f. Il /. Il
At the winter assizcs the once esteem
cd and respected inspector finds the re-
ward of long treaohcry and hidden guilt.
From the M he knew by what
means his confession had been wrcsted
from him he ceased to struggle.
Rose Bertram left school ut Christmas,
and soon after married a wealthy young
Welsh land owner. Jane Croft was dis
missed by Mrs. Davies, at the request Of
Denzil Charteris, long before his wife's
nth, and took a situation as companion
an elderly dowager. who certainly
avenges the sins of her youth upon her
long-suffering victim. With all her clev-
erness, Miss Croft has never succeeded In
winning a husband, and has at last settled
down into soured and discontented OLD
m~aidenhood.
Enid in two years. time consoled Sir
Edward for his first misplaced affections,
and made him very happy. vi is still ut
the Court. and emulating her sisters
grnces and witcheries as fast as she can.
Yolande makes a lovely md gracious
chatelaine at the Priory, and adorcs and
is adored by her husband with Il worship
ing zeal that is the amnzcmcnt Of all their
friends. Her father lives there with her,
Arthur, vi and Miss Skipton reigning at
the old Court.
The tragedy at Dead Mans Pool is long
remembered and rctailed by the chroni-
clers Of .Ashhournc; but happily no other
deed of violence has yet arisen to replace
its interest. James Bowling received his
reward. and another handsome douccur
from Dcnzil Charteris for the capture of
Budd. That worthy hypocritc ended his
career in the oder Of sanctity. the chap
lain ut the juil declaring he had never had
a convict SO creditable or so penitent.
CThe end.
Where the Wool Ought to Grow.
In phases Of My Life the Rev. DIR.
pigou does not confine his stories TO
those of clerica! cut; here is an amusing
one of Il certain meeting of the Royal