Arizona republican., 1907-09-11

Mrs. Hudson often walked the beach
 where she and Charley had once whis- pered words that only the waves might hear-for along those shores they made the vows that only the stars had wit
 messed. She had been true-and Char
 ley was gone. In its stormy mood.
 Lake Michigan has q fascination for
 the desolate and despairing. The wind whistling out of the north. the flashing waves in wild unrest, the gathering fogs that shut out the stars-all were symbols of her nights of terror and days of anguish. She heard one long. lone night the call of the waves. Kiss ing the sweet. rosy lips of Mamie-her iabby-she stole to the shores and be- meath the restless waves Mamie Hud- son sought the vanished spirit of her
 lover in the long ago. One look at her
 ghastly face. and the thin garments
 that covered her wasted form. one would think of starvation.
 Flowers. mister? Buy a pretty
 floweri"N Thus, through summer suns
 and wintry blasts, little Mamie tramp
 ed the thronged streets of Chicago. By
 this means the child managed to keep
 soul and body together. IL was but few pennies that lay in her little hands
 at night, but it bought her a crust of bread and d rude bed down in the crowded tenement. Otherwise. she shivered in the cold starlight that shone on the pavement. Many Christ
 masses slipped away-and no dolls for
 her wistful arms. Many a day drew on and no touch of friendly hand.
 But the flying years brought her the
 beauty and freshness of a pretty maid enhood. despite all her poverty and hOmelessness. Her graceful form. her exquisitely golden hair. her deep brown eyes-the image of the one who had
 died 0: 2 broken heart.
 In her round on the streets. as she tried to sell her flowers-"Shine. his teri" became a familiar sound. It was Frankie Freeman. the boy who had been showed out of home by the hand of want Unable longer to carry the heavy load. his father and mother had passed behind the shadows. In the
 daytime Frankie shined shoes and at night, cold or hot. he cuddled up in
 some empty box down in the wholesale district.
 When the days toll was done. and
 as the years brought larger views of
 life and love. these two waifs walked
 the shores of that same lake that wit
 messed the terrible sorrows of their childhood days. Why not? Were they
 not children together? Were they not
 growing side by side? Here they be-
 gan to whisper their tenderest secrets,
 until one starlit night, when only the
 wild waves were listening. they told
 .laI h.,- . .rs.., .T ,l,.f t,.
 From that moment, Frankie set to his task with greater zeal than ever.
 He began to dream of an easier for
 tune in the far-off Arizona hills. To stay, meant eternal blight to himself and the girl he loved-for did not ev- 'erybody know that he was only boot black and that she was only flower girl on the streets of Chicago? Out west-away out in the Yavapai country were the gold mines on the Arizona hills. And one day, they put their say
 ings into one respectable sum, were
 married. and turned their faces toward
 the hills so far away
 IL was only a rude mountain cabin that Frankie could build, but Mamie thought it a palace-for she loved him.
 It nestled on the hillside. Above it lowered the great mountains that every morning were crowned with snow. Be-
 meath it stretched fertile valley filled with sweet alfalfa. It was not long until Mamie's yard was a wilderness of flowers. In wild and tangled masses the honeysuckle fell about the door and windows.
 In the course of time a flower. fairer land more beautiful than all the lilies of the valley. bloomed in Frankie Free mans mountain home. They called the little cherub-Renie. In those days Theresa, a homeless Spanish girl.
 drifted into the valley and the Free
 man home was thrown wide open to
 her. They could not forget when they
 were friendless waifs on the streets of Chicago. Never was the time when Theresa led the COW to the alfalfa but what
 Renie toddled close behind. Every
 stray dog and homeless cat expected to
 be caressed among the flowers at the cabin. If a butterfly dared to tilt on
 her ruby lips she would cry in widest laughter: Don you tiss me now" Frankie Freeman--the miner&loved to lay his horny hand on her velvet cheek. lD MSS over ana over again. She was Mamie's long, rich dream.
 When she was little older grown,
 Mamie-the mother-decided one day t1 go far down into the valley with the father. She had not dared to go until now and was sure Theresa would be faithful. No sooner had they gone
 than the girl busted herself about the household duties. Little Renie. in childish freedom, chased the butterflies and bees among the wild flowers be- yond the yard enclosure. on and on she wandered. Lost in her reverie about the days long since gone, Ther- esq was not conscious that the baby
 laughter has hushed. Renie struggled on and on up the mountain side-far- ther and farther away. At last her little eye rested on a strange, alluring thing. Out, out-just a little farther out, and the pretty flower would be in