Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-24
e.ss1PT1R III.
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1ases Novsetsa
married Lionel Ttevor-m tho dsys
when no looked nke . god - Parsifsl,
sang hks IN angel had Europe ct his
feet. Something wrong with Du.
rope," II ,Jesseb comment West OF
the Rockies We don't use suoh. except
to sell their skins"
When Lionel lost his votce-mofe
to him than are horse and gun to
Jesse-he would not ask mo 70 follow
him into the Wilderness but tried to
persuade me to say on in London. I
was singing ''Eurydice" in "Orfeo, {"
my fest, thanks to Lionel were at last
on the great ladder. and II was am
bilious, who shsll blame me? Yet
for better, for worse. We were mar
ried, and here among tho pines. In
this celestial sir. year or two at
the most would give him back his
voice. Ny place4was at his side. for
better Or worse. and when he drank,
when day by day I watched the light
Of reason give place In his eyes to
bestial vice. until at last found my
self chained to . maniao-till death do
Us part-it was thsn I first saw Jesse.
the one man whose eyes showed IN
derstanding.
l can't write about that day when
Lionel. Q thing possessed Of devils.
hunted me through the woods IKE .
bear. I doubt II I remember all that
happened. must have been crazed
with pain and fear until suddenly l
woke up on q boulder by that awful
river, and saw him drift past me.
caught in tho rapids, drowning. I
would have shouted l was 30 glad.
until he saw me. and dying as he was,
looked at me with Lonel's clear sane
eyes.
l tainted, and when awoke again
in the dusk. Jesse bent over me.
That night and for three weeks aft
erward, lay delirious. At the ferry
mans cabin he made me bed Of
pine boughs. until my household stun
and the Chinese servant could be
brought down from the ranch. He
sent Surly Brown to bring Doctor Nc
Gee. and the Widow O'F1ynn % my
nurse, while her son Billy was hired
to do his pack-train work. From that
time onward the pack outfit carried
cargoes Of ore from the mine, and
loads from Hundred Mile House Of
every comfort and luxury which
money could buy for me. When got
well, found that Jesse had spent the
savings Of years, and had not dol
lar left.
When at last I crept out Of doors
to bask in the autumn sunlight. the
cottonwoods and aspens we're changed
to lemon. the sumac to crimson, the
fallen needles Of the pines clothed
the slopes With orange. and mist OF
milky blue lay In the canon.
Jesse had arranged with lawyers for
the probate of Lioneps will, and set
Element Of his debts, which would
leave me nothing. As far as Jesse
knew. I was penniless. and to this
day have never dared acknowledge
that, secured from the extravaganza
Of my late husband, l have capital
bringing in some seven thousand five
hundIed dollars a year. Jesse sup
posed me to be destitute, and when 1
spoke of returning to my work in
Europe, offered to raise the money for
my passage. Knowing his ranch to
be mortgaged already to its full value.
! wondered what limit there was to
this poor mans valor. Yes, would
accept, assuring him Of swift repay
ment, yet dared not tell him the
wages offered me at Covent Garden.
It seemed Indecent that woman's
voice should be valued at more per
week than his heroic earnings for q
year.
I sang to him. simple emotional mu.
sic: Orfeo's lament. the finale Of III
Trovatore," the angel song from Cho-
pins "Marche Fnnebre."
I wonder why women make 1t 30
important that q man should propose?
It needed no telling that Jesse and I
were in; love. It seemed. only natural
that we should marry, and any pre-
tense Of mourning for the late Mr..
Trevor would have been. distasteful.
Although born In the Labrador.
Jesse had been cowboy in Texas
for half his working life. Az stock
man, he was to wed q rancher's
widow. Was he ashamed Of his bust.
ness? No. proud as Lucifer! Was
he ashamed Of the dress Of his trade?
Not by q damned sight! Soldiers and
sailors are proud to wear the dress
Of their trade when they marry. 80
are COW punchers," said he, with his
head in the air "S'pose we ride to
Cariboo City. and get married In that
little old log church"
He managed to persuade me: and I
consented also to q hunting trip. In
stead Of the usual honeymoon.
When was we'll enough for the
journey, I rode my colt, and Jesse
his demon mare-Jonea-my sole RI
val. / think except that dreadful
bsar. In his affections Two pack
ponies carried our camp and baggage.
and each night he would set up .
little tent for me. bedding himself
down beside tho IRE. At the end Of
fvs days journey. we rode at dusk
into Cariboo.
Captain Taylor, Of Hundred Mile
House. and Pete Mathson. the carga-
dor Of the Star Packtrain. two old
staacA friends oe Jesse. witnessed our
ndtSitjiaSe n the ausint los building
WhtGA eoevo1 O church and school