The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1904-08-26

I'm afraid it's dyirS the rosebush be
the south wall is"
She had halted, looking at him In
uncertainty. bewilderment for n mo.
ment d%isplacins the ~listless despair of
her face.
twill be ten year ago come to-
morrow week since | painted it," Jerry
went on reMin.scently. II mind we'll
twas the very day the master brought
ye home, ma'am. | can see yez now,
standin hand in hand lookin' at me-
Her fingers had gone swiftly to her
throat as if the lace there strangled
her. Jerry watched her for a moment.
An sure there never was such a
tree for blossomin'." he Went on slow
ly. Il used to think thai the love in
the eyes of yez both that day blessed
1t. Sure It's a love BUSH | seq TO me-
self. An 'tisn't in yer two arms We
could carry the roses on it when it be-
gun 10 bloom, an they the sweetest
that ever grew. But MISREPRESENTATION
i dunno
His voice had trailed off into the
ineNpressibly sad monotone of his race.
The slender figure before him quivered,
her hands twisting themselves convul-
sively in the folds of her cloak.
Last year" he quavered on, there
was but three small buds on it: this
year there's but wan. | misdoubt if
it's alive at all-the love bush Ii be
another year"
She moved stumblingly away from
him across the grass to the south
wall. Jerry scarcely breathed as he
followed and stood behind her. Oh,
the wealth of blossom the love bush
had once borne, She remembered how
the old gardener delighted to bring the
fragrant armfuls to her on the ami
versary of its p~lanting-the day that
Aleck had brought her home. Now
She looked at the blighted. twisted
leaves, clinging as if for shelter to the
wall, and a sob, which was the upheav-
al of all the torture and despair in her
heart. tore her delicate throat. Her
face as she turned it to Jerry was an
agony.
Save it, she pleaded, "Oh. Jerry, if
it is not quite dead, save it,"
yes, ma'am.'' But Jerry's voice was
husky and he drew his coat sleeve
across his eyes. "'Tis safe enough
she is now. glory be to God..' he added
in a whisper.
He stood in the shadow of the wall
until she had stolen back to the house.
carrying the one poor blossom of the
love bush with her. Then he made his
way to where beyond the grounds lay
a strip of moonlit road.
AT sight of the figure which paced
impatiently back and forth there Jer-
rvs body was contorted again. but this
time with savage triumph.
aye" he Kissed slowly, we may
walk, an ye may walk ag'in, an We
may keep on walkin' till the feet drop
off ye an the Divil gifts his own-but
yell never git what yer waitin' for
an the Lord be praised for it,"
1t was the n regret of Jerry's life
that he was in bed and asleep that
night when the master got home. Evil
IDENTIFY Johnny, with the aid of a sudden
and suspicious ailment of the bay
mare, had made his SOUL to some
purpose that morning. The master had
arrived at 10 o'clock, according to Mrs.
Riley, the cook, and, to the best of her
belief, he and the mistress had talked
all night.
Jerry was assiduously doing his best
for the love bush the next morning
when they came out of the house, Mr..
Alexis strong shoulder behind the mis-
tress, she leaning back against him.
her face white and shining With love.
The old gardener rose quickly and
came to meet them.
"If you'll believe me, ma'am,' he be-
gan eagerly. "'tis a new shoot I just
this mint found on the rose bush be
the south wall. an, as true as l live,
II 'tisn't covered with strong, healthy
buds!"