Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1905-03-30
The Last Flower -
On the Azalia
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~ 'n"I ueep yellow AFTERNOON sunlight
peculiar to certain portions Of the west.
There is but one house In sight. and that
a log cabin. No Tense incloses r.. M
trees shade It. The only attempt to
beautify it is a row Of flowers on each
side OF the little stoop in it's front.
From a we'll in the rear a young girl
Is carrying a watering pot to give the
flowers their evening sprinkling. Her
dress Is a common calico, it's skirt
reaching only to her ankles. On her
back hangs a su%nbonnet, thrown off
now that the sun has lost its power.
Tenderly she bends over her plants.
which seem to raise their lips to drink
In the refreshing draft. In all that
landscape there is no other cultivated
beauty.
SO wrapt was she in her occupation
that she did not hear a step behind her
TILL 1t was very near; then, turning, she
saw a figure and q face before which
the beauty Of her flowers paled. Till
this moment they had been her com
panions, her children, the only objects
to love In that lonely land. Hearing
q step, she turned. A handsome, good
hatured, boyish face, with kindly blue
eyes, was looking at her. Amused at
her startled appearance and the pleas
ure she did not attempt to conceal, the
stranger unslung a rifle from his back
and rested it on the ground.
do you think" he asked, chat 1
could stay here all night?"
"Tl see." And she went into the
house. When she returned to say that
he could have what he wanted she
found him pouring a fresh pot of water
on her plants, which he had been to
the well to bring. A mother seeing one
feeding her hungry children could not
have been more affected. Indeed, ev-
erytfing about the stranger tended to
bring the girl under his magical in1u-
ence. Whence comes this young fellow
to sympathize with the n delight Of
her life? She neither knew nor cared.
She only felt his presence.
The huntsman spent the night at the
cabin. There were no rules to govern
the conduct Of the two, and they sat
out on the stoop under the stars till
the moon rose and eclipsed her heaven
ly sisters with her greater splendor.
The man had been used to forms, but
he forgot them now. Only an hour
elapsed between his arrival and his
first word expressing what both had
felt for that whole hour.
"May l have a kiss?" he asked.
He whose manner was that Of a god
to ask for a kiss from a daughter Of
the desert!
In the morning he was gone. 1t
seemed to her that instead of the sun
rising it had set. Oh, that the hunting
grounds had lain near the cabin! But
he had promised to return that way.
She did not question that he would.
She simply waited and watched and
thought Of him till he should come.
One morning she arose, threw open
the shutter and looked out. The sun
was rising, and his first soft morning
rays lent to the desolate scene some
thing like beauty. The few trees did
not look so lonely, the uncovered coun"
try did not look SO barren, now that
the suns light shone through mellow
ing mists. But If the orb of day was
rising in the east the u Of the girls
heart was rising in the west. Glanc-
ing thither, she saw a 1.-THE figure STEP
ping lightly along the road. 1t was the
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thing in his arms.
When she went downstairs, there on
the stoop sat the huntsman, and near
him in an earthen pot was a plant-one
that she had never seen before.
"When on the line Of the railroad"
he said, II sent to the city for it. Had
1 not beer waiting I would have re-
turned earlier, for to give you one mo-
ment Of happiness is worth more than
all the game in the west"
1T is not in bloom" said the girl.
"No: it will not bloom till I come
again. or, rather, when it blooms again
I will come
They spent one happy day together,
then the stranger went on. Autumn
faded into winter. a Traveller stopped
at the cabin one day and, seeing a
name written on a bit Of wood tied to
the plant, asked:
HAS he been here"'
"Yes."
"Look out for him, little girl; he's a
heart smasher. Hunts hearts as he
hunts deer or antelope"
The girl turned pale.
Ibid he give you that %azalea?' asked
the traveller.
Eyes. When does it bloom"
I'm the early spring"
From that time the girl began to Wilt.
II seemed when the winter was passing
out and the azalea began to take on It's
new life that it was drawing its vigof
from it's mistress. Before the travellers
arrival she had not doubted that the
piver would come when the plant
bloomed. Now she felt that he would
never come.
One morning a bud opened, then an
other and another, till the azalea was IN
full bloom, emitting a rich odor. The
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