The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1900-11-01
happy face szaat made Honore look for


minded her of Jim. with his strength
and vigor, and then she tried to fancy
that she was the girl. and that she
came down the path to meet him. and
she wondered II all the blaze and
sparkle of a title would be worth the
glory in Jim's eyest
All day long there fingered in
Honore Marchmont's memory the
picture at the gate The little path or
trodden earth that led from the door
way through the dew-wet, swaytng
holiyhocks to the gate beyond. and at
the gate, the woman in the blue print
gown and the eager, happy eyes OF the
man who waited for her At nightfalI
she could endure IL no longer. tho
Count was leaving on the late train:
he was impatient-it must be now or
never, he told Mrs. Marchmont, SO With
the recriminations, pleading and en-
treaties OF her mother in her ears and
a letter in her bosom from the man she
loved, Honore spurred her horse on
toward the hills.
1t was just dusk when the horse
stumbled along the dusty lane, now
through the somber wood There We're
only the sounds Of the night to be
heard The low cry of a late bird, the
muf11ed lowing of distant cattle, the
stunning bass of a bulifrog by the
stream and the lighter melody OF a
locust's tril1. A covey of birds. fright
OF brown wings into hedge by the
roadside. a fiuttering bat went blindly
by and the dark range of forest trees
stood silhouetted against the flushed
western sky.
She came again to the little house
she had passed in the morning and
the girl was waiting at the gate
Honore refined her horse and spoke
quickly: Il saw you here this morn
ing-I hoped you would be here when
l came tonight, wanted to speak with
you" She hesitated. Was that man
| at the gate-this morning-was he
| your Iover?''
The girl peered up into the face
I above her and answered yes"
| Was he-do you love him-are you
happy?''
! The girl at the gate came closer and
laid her hand on the bride rein II
know what you want knew this
morning. wanted you to come back
| You are Miss Marchmont at the hotel
! over there she nodded her head to-
ward the lower range of hills. Il
saw you that day when you rode past
with the two of them-that little, black
Count and the man that looks like my
/ Jim
"Jim.' uttered Miss Marchmont
breathlessly, is his name Jim. too?''
| Yes, Jim-Jim Watson the girl
| went on, peering up into the face that
| bent down over her.
I've watched you, OH. often.
was sorry when he went away and the
| other one staid- 1 Just knew you
| couldn't love him, but [ was afraid for
| you. Let me tell you about myself and
then you'll know. you'll understand.
| I've lived here all my life she went
on in a quiet, passionIess voice. II
| was born in that little room there
| where we cook and eat and sleep, and
| when 1 was a little thing no higher
| than your knee, Jim and me played to-
| gether, and he carried me over the
| stony places in the mountains and
| brought me the first arbutuS and the
| finest trout and quail and all the sim
pie gifts of these woods of ours. When
| L was seventeen l went to work at tho
| hotel, and 1 saw the other girls over
there. who, like you, had come to spend
the summer, and I enyied their dresses.
sWiShlng with silk and their white
| hands heavied with rings, and when /
would come home after my work was
over, | hated this poor little path and
loathed the one crowded room and
spurned the flowers with my feet and
| Jim-poor JIM broke his heart.
| Il used to sing, and one day at my
| work, a lady heard me. She called me
to her; she made sing again and
again; she showered me with praises
and fattery-and 1 believed her. L went
| away. 1 worked and studied and sang
| and the world was good to me. Mayb be
| it was one year-maybe two-but one
morning awoke and my mouth
| yearned for the taste of new milk, and
my eyes ached for the mountains and
the streams and the hol1yhocks and
my heart hun gered for love; love for
which all the wealth and fame and
power in the world Will not com
| pensate; enough; L came home-and
here 1 am-and here is Jim-and here
alone is happiness
She ceased speaking, and the girl
on the horse bent down and kissed the
straight white part where the brown
hair rippled away on either side the
woman's head.
Goodnight" she said softly God
bless you and yours.
Goodnight" called out the other. III
the fast gathering gloom. Good
night, and God bless you and jim
Health Omcerz Trouf,3as.