The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1909-06-24
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flames, Brent Lawrence saw his mistake.
He had thought of the child simply as
Blossom, nothing more.
Stepping softly the man gayei at ths
woman in the room, with no thought Of
I.urette Devigney in his mind. He had
forgotten her summons, had forgotten
her very existence.
Braves dog instinct told him Of tres
passers, he moved in the direction OF the
window, with short quick bark. Jocko
opened both eyes, and approached in that
slow, half crawling gait, peculiar to his
race. A mixture Of cunning and caution.
Elba, thinking it a dispute between
the two animals, paid no attention but
Aunt Debby stepped briskly forward,
and with no show Of alarm or surprise,
dropped courtesy, and with polite re-
buke in her tone, said: Sarvent,
Narster. Yves 'spectin ny you, but not
by de window, ez it's de custom in dis
country, ter come in de doe
Expecting meq Yes, certainly. I" He
remembered that he had come in answer
ia the call Of his betrothed. The thought
gave him pain Miss Devigney. She is
heref /"
ssNo, sab, she . gone, but she lef die
fur me ter gle you. Will you come IN.
my mistus is in de room.
| Mechanically, the man put out his
hand to receive the letter which the col
ored woman held toward him. Vaguely,
the thought of that other time in the lit
tie mountain home, when note had been
handed him, crushing his hopes.
/ Hearing the mans voice, Elba turned
quickly, at the moment ne stepped
through the sindow, and looked into tho
face Of Brent Lawrence II would have
been difficult to say which was the
whittier, her face, or the one she met.
Elba, how strange to find you here,
alive and well, when we mourned you as
dead, SO longa" He went forward and
held out his hands.
She tried to speak, bu. the words died
away in a whisper, she laid her hand in
his and gazed at him in silence.
Elba, why did you deceive met VIII!
let me think you dead, when you knew
how it grieved met understand now
You could not love me, and thought it bes
to make me think you dead, and stop my
pleading. Perhaps, as the song says, j,
was best for you, and best for me, but
was it kind7u
"Not love youf oh, you wrong me %
cruelty Have not been desolate and
utterly miserable without youf'
Then why did you hide from me, and
why did you let me go for years believing
you deadfo
81 never knew you thought SO. It wa.
mistake, as my whole life has been
You have learned to care for anotherf'
She rose and stood by him, with one
hand on the piano, to steady her tremb
!. ling limbs, while she awaited his answer
upon which she felt her life depended.
She told you, Lurettef'' The coloI
mounting again to his face.
"I guessed" hardness creeping init
, her tone. Her manner grew stiff. 70,
came to see Miss Devigney She is gone
I'M sorry.
~ came in answer to message from
her. Her departure can mean but ON
} thing. She knows our secret, and-cal
) you guess the restf"
sShe babe you comet" The woman
took hope again. The color came slowl,,
back to her white face, and blue lips
uShe did. ),
s "Pronising to meet you7"
!, "That was understood. Perhaps thi
/ will explain He tore open the letter
. until now, forgotten, which Aunt Debb
had given him. There was only fey
lines.
aDear Guardy-Goodbye, maybe 70
years, maybe forever I IN bound for tn
: land of my mother $ birth, where, som
q day, God willing, you will hear of me a
: great singer. You will be proud whe
t you hear the world praising my voic,
t won't you Guardy7 The time may com
! when you and your wife will hear m
? sing in your own country. | know 20
J will be happy, for she loves you, and
! know what your love for her is. She
d worthy Of, even your love, for she is 8
q good as she is beautiful Do not thin
d of me as being unhappy, for will nc
It be so. / shall give to my profession II
g love I can no longer give you sBelie'
8 me, dear Guardy, when / say that if yc
are happy, will be. Wishing you, an
!. the noble woman who saved my life, mue
! happiness together. Adieu.
Z PETITE LURA.'
" Brent Lawrence head sank forwar
II as beneath the words of benedictio
* Memory swept backward. Again was
in that mountain home. He was readir
that note booming him to LONELINESS
ly worse than death The writer of tn
s. note had loft him to suffer- The writ