The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1902-04-05
ANGELES RUEE
AWAKENING.
Why She rIarried One Man and
Loved Another.

There were two of them in her life
one, her lover, was q man of her
own class, the son of a neghboring
farmer; the other was an English gen.
tleman. One toiled from the pale
gray and pink dawn to the dull leaden
darkness trying to extract a living
for himself and his bride from the
barren hillside farm; the other en-
ployed some twenty ;aborers to beau
tify the grounds about his summer
home on the crest of the ridge. One
had given his heart and soul into An
gele Delamater's hands, and account
ed himself blessed when she had plac-
Idly accepted his gifts; the other had
noted her carelessly, thought her
pretty girl, told her SO more or less
directly, and, quite unwittingly be it
said, awakened the love that had nev-
er been aroused by Jim Thorne's ap-
peals
And the wedding day was creeping
nearer and nearer, while the glamour
Of the rich Englishman was enshroud-
Ing her in its fllmy mist. Only eight
Or ten times had she seen him. The
drst ,time-perhaps the second-even
the third had made little impress on
her mind. He was as far removed
from her as the hilltop pines were
distant from the scrub oaks and chap
arral Of her future home. Then came
the day when he drew rein at her faith.
ers gate, to speak to the old man
about boundary fence. Angelo. pom.
melting her bread by the open window,
listened to the well-modulated voice
30 different from Jim's-that was the
nrst thought that occurred to her. In
answer to her fathers call, she took
them the outline map of the farm, and
seymour sprang from his horse, COM
Ing halfway up the walk to take the
papers from her-for the sun was hot,
SO he said. She wore no hat, and the
ohstering rays would burn her face
ner hair. What was it that he
did say or suggest. His own head
was uncovered while he spoke to her,
and he looked like some glorious
blonde giant-like the golden-haired
knight Of her childhood dreams. Who
mad ever thought of saving her a step
of sheltering her from the ordinary
sunlight Of her hills? Not her father,
not her brothers, not Jim.
The next time she met him she was
carrying some brilliant scarlet ounce
blossoms, and what wonder was it |
mat he compared the livid blossoms
Win the living scarlet lips above
tnem! Then it was, too, that he told |
ner that the night before, as he lay in
MS hammock watching the moon slip
out from the entangling arms of the
pines. he had remembered that her
nsir matched the marvellous blue-black
VI the night sky. He had thought of |
ncr up there in his wonderful home!
ne had remembered her! Remember
60 now she looked! Could her imag-
riotg
Inc next meetings. quite accidental
oa MS part, carefully planned on hers.
we're IN the redwood circle through
wnicn the trail ran, from which it
dropped down the sandy slope to Ben
1omond. There were few words
epoKen, but these the girls heart
.lansiated - into its own language, and
~ SO doing enveloped them in won
ulous beauty. Her mind, hearing only
through her heart, was quite uncon.
o.lous OF the matter-of-fact, common.
pace Phrases 1t heard only love.
"nen the wedding morning dawned
tne Delamater farm was enveloped in
sea Of fog. The sun stretched him.
= ssll iaziiy over the hills. and slowly
me mist withdrew into the canons.
'.nantfy held hillside for a moment.
~ao then skurried back in unidentified