The La Jara chronicle. (La Jara, Conejos County, Colo.) 1896-19??, 1906-01-12

self.
He could hear the mans voice now,
and he crouched lower, lest he might
be seen.
1.-The poor fellow actually asked me
il l thought girl would wait nVe
years for an absent lover. and hadn
the heart to say what l thought;
said: 'Yes-twenty years! FOOT
chap, I suppose he fancies SOMEBODY
is waiting for him."
The voice ceased; and the tramp.
peering out from his hiding place, saw
that Margaret had withdrawn her
hand from the mans arm, and was
walking a little apart from him.
so she hasn't told him anything
about me. Naturally" said the tramp
to himself
He got back to the road, and thrust
ing his hand into his pocket, his fingers
closed on the piece of money. In an
other instant he had dashed it down
on the road. and was fastening back
to the harbor.
That night he spent in an clubhouse
The next day, driven by hunger, he
went to a farm house, asking for
work, but hoping to get some food.
The farmer, by way of joke, onered
him job, and seemed surprised wnen
he jumped at the offer.
By degrees the tramp began to as
sumo the appearance OF a decent
working man. He wore moleskins IN
stead of his old rags; on weekdays
he worked hard; but on Sundays he
went and lay on the sand and lis
tened to the surf breaking on the
beach. and dreamed.
One Sunday afternoon, a little mite,
three or four years old, got surround
IL, L -l,T hs.t1 ltr1er a
castle on the sand. There was not
possible to reach her dryshod. The
tramp waded through the water,
picked up the child, and looked around
for her mother.
1t was Margaret who dropped her
book and came flying over the sands
He put the little one down gently,
and turned away.
In a moment there was a pattering
of soft footsteps behind him.
Wont you let me thank you?
oh. Alan, it is you! Don't you know
me?"
Yes Margaret, know you. but
thought l had better keep away from
badly. But I can't stand by and see
you another mans WIFE,"
Aunt Margaret! Auntie! Me want
DOL" piped a childish voice. Alan
Dean gave a great start. His heart
beat wildly.
"what?" he cried. "You are not
the child's mother? You are not Mr.
wife?'
NO. No. Alan. Jim Bannister mar
ried my sister. IL knew you would
came back. and waited"
Your uncle found out after you had
gone" Margaret said, as they made
their way slowly homeward a good
hour afterwards, that he was quite
wrong. He had made a mistake in
the accounts, and you were perfectly
honest. He bitterly repented his
words to you and would have writ
ten If he had known where to address
you. He told me so himself. And to
show that he was convinced that he
had misjudged you he left you a half
share of everything he had. The house
is yours. and the farm with it."
why. l thought Charley Hudson
was to have that. He was the favorite,
you know"
Yes, but your uncle thought he
owed you some reparation for think.
ing you had cheated him, and so
driving you away from home. He died
diinOSt louT years dSo. Wy SiSler ndu
been married some time before that"
and you. my dearest? What have
you been doing?"
ooh, live in London now. I have
pupils. And, have been-waiting."
He turned suddenly and caught her
to his breast. please God, my little
GIRL" he whispered, as he strained her
yet closer to him, "our waiting days
are nearly over!"