The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1899-06-01
Love Stronger Than Death.

IL nSd Deen scorchlng Indian
day, and now in the cosl of the even
ing, nature seemed resting in per-
feet stiffness before the glare of to-
morrow. SO still is it that it falls
with sense of loneliness and fear
upon the girl sitting alone on the
veradna of the bungalow.
1t is the frst-the very first
evening she has spent alone since
she left home long year ago and
sailed for the coral shore as George
Trevor's bride.
She knew that she ought not to
feel lonely as she glanced at the cot,
which looks like nothing so much as
an erection of lace with the one big
pink bow, and sees the little dark
head nesting there. Had she not
teld George dozens of times she
could never feel lonely while she
had baby?
Yet now that George had gone
away for a whole fortnight she does
SO wish he was back again.
Gerald is only five miles away in
camp, after all. The native troops
have been giving trouble of late, and
the senior officer dare not be min
ute absent from his post until the
expected reinforcements arrive, in
about 10 days time.
What boy-a silly boy he is.
It was just too foolish of him to
make her promise to come every
evening in her white frock, and wave
handkerchief, to let him know she
is quite safe. He will have to ride
two miles, just to see that white
frock in the distance.
She is quite sure it is mile and
half to the top of that hill. Any
way, it will please Gerald, and she
can run all the way home and whis-
per to baby, at is one day nearer
fathers coming home
How she wished her ayah had not
told her about that tiger. She is
glad she has not told Gerald. Why
the woman said it had been seen in
the compound near by-and how
many bullocks did she say it had
killed? Twenty? o, these stories
were too, too ridiculous.
Three days have passed, and three
times had his little wife gone to the
hill and carried out her husband s
whim. Tonight Gerald Trevor rides
out of camp with glad feeling at
his heart. BE feels so sure of his
little wife's love. His girl-wife, who
is always so nervous about being
alone, and who has such foolish
ideas about lone, tigers and snakes,
which no sensible woman in the
nineteenth century ought to have.
And the little girl.wife IS setting
out, too She has just kissed the
baby for the twentieth time in a
quarter of an hour, and told the
ayah again and again to take the
very best care of him.
Yet to night she loiters; it is very
silly of her,and very childish, too, to
feel so lonely and frightened. She
feels inclined to ask the ayah to go
with her, bat she will not; it is she
with her silly stories of tigers whe
has frightened her.
Catching up her little lace trim
med handkerc chief, she hurries from
the bungalow. She is halfway up
the hill Does she hear a rustic in
the grass? Bah, It is her nervous
fancy, The spring of a yellow body
from out of the thick, long grass! A
woman's frightened cry. The thud,
thud, of something borne across the
grass.
Gerald Trevor is trotting toward
the spot where, in the distance, he
will see his wife's figure. He is 8
wee bit late-he had TO return tc
give a forgotten order; but, of course
she will be there still.
He has reached the place; yes
there is the g,rlish form in white
She waves her handkerchief, he