Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1901-06-08

this sickness came upon mel am
dreaming again-always dreaming
of the woods and flowers and that
river-that dear river where we
drifted together in the Springtime
of our lives
Again his hand clasped hers.
Again he started, and his eyes met
hers.
II am not dreaming! 1t is true! l
see you again after all these weary
ars-Mayl my May!"
"Would you mind removing that
hideous headgearP touching the
long black veil and bands of the
Sisterhood and speaking in his soft,
caressing way. at dis6gures you
50; and all my life any rough edges
or ungraceful arrangement has
given me actual physical pain"
"Ah," as the Sister hesitated and
her fingers twined nervously, 'do
you think you could deceive me for
moment?" He leaned toward her
and said. almost passionately: "Do
you think l could be near you and
not know you, my life's love; my
May flower that bloomed one Spring
time long ago for me? Love pene-
trates any disguise. l knew it was
my May the moment your little
hand touched my forehead; even in
my sleep | knew my prayer had
been answered-the prayer that
went up daily that | might see you
again before the end came. 1t IS
coming fast, love, but now it will be
peace. l have so longed to see you.
God only knows the struggle be-
tween my better self and a wild,
fond love. If had only met you
sooneri Why was it after my boy
ish fancy for beautiful face (and
she is beautiful and good, too( had
made me another's that first saw
you and knew why / had always
missed something in my life, had
been heart lonely and unsatisfed?
But I did right, love, to leave you.
l ought never to have remained at
all, and yet your love has been my
lIfe's benediction.
"Those poor little letters of yours,
begging me to come back-God
knows how hard it was for me
never to answer them; to let you
think of me as you would-even
that l had ceased to love you.
knew l must save you from your
self, my little Mayflower, who lived
in a world of dreams and visions
and poetry and romance-who knew
nothing of life's hard problem.
"But why did you take up this
life-work, my May?" and again he
touched the long black veil of the
Sisterhood, and, as he drew it gently
from her head, the soft, dark hair
that had threads of gray running
through it fell in little curls about
iace-a sweet pale face that had the
child-soul in the eyes.
"You have talent, my May; nay,
more than talent-genius. Why did
you give it all up for this?"
because lost you'll" she cried out
with wild sob. With that sob the
restraint of years was broken down.
The calm, silent Sister was gone,
and the May of the woods, the wild
flower, the May with the poet heart
and passionate love, lived again.
"Oh, John! Life was so terrible
for me after-you were-gone! The
way of getting used to living with
out you-the always missing you!
Always alone-always lonely! No
one to understand memo one to love
me.
"But one day awoke to the selfish
ness that was in me. l wanted love
and happiness and ease. How many
thousand others wanted these things
also! I knew l must conquer self
and live tor others. There was
work for me to do in the world. II
l could relieve pain and sickness,
maybe l would gain the crown of
life, and go to heaven, John"
She spoke as simply as child,
this woman who had done so much
for humanity with her patient
hands. II never thought much of
heaven when you were with me,
Johnny heaven was by your side;
but now l feel that there we will
both understand.