The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1901-02-22
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graduated her, Sara stopped her with
a wan smile. She was resolved no one
should misunderstood her. 1T is not
an affair for congratulation," she said.
You know perfectly well am mar
rying him only to escape all this per-
secution."
The interested dressmakers busy
with the trousSeau remarked that for
a bride Miss Sanders was curiously I'M
interested in her clothes. She was u
lay figure upon which the modiste and
her mother draped pretty things and
made decisions for. She grew paler
daily and her lips frightened. One day
when the shimmering wedding gown
was being fitted she quietly tainted
away.
1T is the hot weather." futtered the
assistants but the modiste, who re-
membered Warren Raster, had her
own ideas. 1t is easy to faint if ones
heart is being eaten out in silence.
Denis Reed had a f1ance who might
have been carved from marble but he
did not complain. His infatuaticn was
SO great he could pass over the fact of
her dislike. When at times it was
forced on his consciousness by her
shrinking from the touch of his hand,
her stunning of his glance, an evil look
flashed in his eye, quickly driven back
He bided in patience.
1t was but two days till her wedding
| When Sara Sanders. glancing out OF
the window, saw Warren Raster pass
| the house. He did not even glance up.
The girl shrank back with her hand
pressed to her side, her face quickly
paled. Why had he come now when
She had beaten and crushed down his
memory and attained calm resigna-
| ton to carry her through her wedding
| to Reed? All the weeks of doubt and
| loneliness We're swept away-she knew
she cared for Warren as much more
than ever. 1t made no difference
whether he had forgotten her. Such q
surge of emotion swept over ,,ci, that
the thought of Reed drove her to des-
| peratlon. She would not come down to
| supper and her mother wondered Mrs
sanders was very pleased and agree
able now that she saw Sara was to be
settled in life for the best, as she hon
estly believed. She considered the
kaster affair a mere boy-and-giri love
story. Mrs. Sanders did not deal in
| Subtleties.
1t was evening when Sara Skinned
downstairs. She was White and plain
~ nervous and her blue house gown
lent an added pallor to her cheeks. A
scarf was over her head
am going to>run into the Browns
lew minutes" she said. Il want to
|
All right" replied Mrs. Sanders. She
was deep in magazine. Across the
street the girl fastened The Browns
were dear old couple, who had SYM
| path1Zed with her when Warren Kas-
ter and she We're happy together. They
had watched the pretty love story and
grieved when the thread was broken.
somehow she felt tonight in her mis-
cry they would understand and soothe
l. oil
90. She astonished Mrs. Brown by
| finging her arms about her and burst
ing into a wild fit of sobbing without
an explanatory word. But the situa-
ton needed none. For some reason
Mrs. Brown smiled instead of look
ing properly sympathetic. She beck
oned to an inner room and her hus-
band and Warren Raster stepped soft
ly out. The young mans face was tense
and white as Saras
MY dear" said Mrs. Brown to the
/ girl in her arms, you needn't talk.
Listen to me. You needn't look up even.
Warren is here this minute beside you.
He has been telling us for an hour
straight how miserable he is, how his
life is spoiled. how he will remove
Denis Reed from the face of the earth
and lot of such nonsense. 1t appears
he can't forget you. I should judge
you hadn't forgotten him. This is a
/ great opportunity. You must elope at
oncev'
| The two miserable young people
stared at her. Don't waste time Sara,
talking about the shamefulness of de-
sorting the other man at the altar or
breaking your WORD. 1t would better
be broken. And Warren. there is no
need Of your bemoaning the fact that
you haven't a million dollars. You can
pay fare for two to the next town.
can't you? Well, then, the train leaves
in just half an hour"
But my clothes" stammered the
bewildered bride-elect. She was smil-
ing through her tears. There had beer
no necessity for words between hel
and Warren. One look was enough.
, Mrs. Brown laughed. This is the
time fashion gets the go-by," she said
twenty years too old for her and walk.
ing boots twice too big. A remarka-
BILE skirt and waist was added. Some.
body telephoned for a cab, the two
< were whirled off to the depot breath
less and Mrs. Brown INDUCED in the
nearest approach to a deli-ious dance
of joy as an old lady could.
II The morning paper contained a lib
. eral account of the hasty marriage the
: previous evening in an adjoining towr
OF Warren Raster and Sara Sanders
The fact that deserted bridegroom
was left to mourn lent the elopemen
!. piquancy. The modiste clapped he
hands and Mrs. Sanders had mysteries
Denis Reed-well. he bod only himsel
to thank. He recognized that though
it did not lend hi mchceerfulness.
Years have vindicated Sara. The.
:, have seen her husband gain position
: responsibility and comfortable in
= come and they have witnessed tn
!. marriage of Denis Reed to anothe
Z girl who divorced him for brutality
: The situation makes Mrs. Sanders un
h.