Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1899-06-29
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1.-THE time will soon pass, Leone, my
darling; 1t will be full OF hope, not
despair. When the green leaves spring
and the sunshine warns the land, you
will say to yourself, June is coming
and June brings back my love- when
the lark sings and the wood-pigeons
make their nests, when the hawthorn
blooms on the hedges and the lilac
rears It's tall plumes you VIII say June
Is near When the roses laugh and
the lilies bloom, when the brook sings
In the wood, when the corn grows ripe
In the meadows, you Will say, June
Ia come, and 1t brings my love
my loye-oh, my love" sighed the
girl and her voice had HE passionate
sweetness OF siren.
az shall come back to you, Leone,
with everything bright, smiling and
beautiful; every rose that blooms, ev-
cry bird that sings, every green lear
that springs will be message from
me to you to say that ! am coming;
when the wind whispers and the trees
murmur, 1t will be The same story, that
am coming back to my darling. Let
ia picture the thrtieth OF June, and
your mind shall rest on that picture
II will be bright day, ] know, the
sky all blue and clear. not n cloud
I'm It. but with the half-golden light
one sees in June skies. You can see
that picture, LeoneY'
Yes" she replied, drawing nearer
A. 4 hap hnnH "a Dnin hIR
breast
"The sun will be low on tfe hills,
and avery living thing Will be laugh
ing In It's light. The great trees VIII
have grown strong In 1t, the flowers
will have frightened, and the river
there, Leone, Will be running so deep
and clear, kissing the green banks ana
the osIer beds carrying with 1t the
leaves and flowers that will fall on It's
bosom. ana the garden Will be filled
Will, the flowers we love the best. You
sec that picture, too, my love?"
eyes, see It," she whispers.
wherever | may be-" he continued,
IL shall so arrange my Journey that !
may be here with you on the morning
OF my birthday You see the pretty
white gate yondor where the tall white
roses climb In summer? My darling,
rise carly on the ttlirtieth OF june ana
watch that gate Even should such
nm impossible thing be ns that you
should never have ono word OF or from
me- get up and watdl that gate on
the thirtlcth of June. You viii see
me enter. will part the clustering
roses shall gather the sweetest, to-
gothor with tie falrest lily that blooms,
anu bring them to you M emblcms or
your own dearest self. You VIII see
me walk down the broad path there,
and you will meet me at the door.
"Oh, my love, my love!" sighed the
girl would that 1t were June now.
He bent down to kiss the loving
lips.
1T Will come" he said; "lel me fin
ish the picture. | shall have II special
license with me SO that we can be
remarked that day; aud then the
world shall know who is Lady Chan
dos. Then my lady mother shall seek
shall ask to know you, my darling,
and this hideous past shall be to us n
dream and nothing more. Leone,
when sad thoughts come to you prom
ise me that you Will dwell on tNis side
OF tho picture and forget the other.'
II promise, Lance" she said, gently.
"You Sec my love--whom | shall so
soon call again by the beautiful name
OF wife--you see that your HE does
not lie In ruins around you; ae only
difference Is that | shall be away.
And that makes the dineren
the whole world to me-" said Lee
Aud TO me- said Lord ca dos,
"but 1t will soon be over, Leone. You
can 20 on living herc-it is no unusual
thing for a lady to live alone while
her husband Is abroad. You can keep
the Same servants; YOU need not make
the least alteration IN your life in any
way. Only remain here In silence and
patience until return. Now do you
see, my darling, 1t is not 50 DREADFUL
at is hard enough she replied;
but YOU have taken away the sting.
Oh, my darling, you will be true to
me? | am only simple village girl,
with nothing, your mother says, to rec
ommcnd me; but | love you'll love
you You Will be true to me-"
My dearest Leone, you may rs well
ask II the stars will be true to heaven,
or heaven to itself as ask me IL
will be true to you, You are my life
man Is not false to his own life,
You are soul Of my soul--no man be-
trays his soul! 1t would be easier FOL
me to die than be false to you, my
love"
The passionate words treasured nel
something of hope came over the
beautiful face
Lance" she said, do you remem
Der the mill-wheel and how the watel
used to sing te words of the song"
Yes, | remember It, but those vii
never come true over us, Leone never