The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1916-07-14

two sprigs Of Rosemary, one Of which
he gave to the maid.
Its for rcmcm!. rance, Betty.
Not that we will either of us need it.,
dear, but | shall carry it with me
Nhcrrvcr ! 60"
"Nou know You'll always be in my
thouchts. Tom. III put it under
my pillow at night that | may
dream If Won and wear it next my
acart in waking hours that every
beat may )e for YOU. Goodbv. Tom,
and God bless yon and send YOU
back to me" And the maid turned
her lips UPWARD for her lovers kiss.
'<Coodbv, Betty. 1t won't be for
long, and then We will be together
for the rest Of our lives" And he
gave her one last aress before he
turned and started down the gray
e1cl path bound on the outtrail.
Betty had been m~otherless since
her sixth year, and at the close Of
a winters day the soul Of her father
left its gaunt frame, and she was
alone.
Tom wrote a letter full Of tender
consolation, and it was on the all
sent sweetheart she leaned during
the DAYS and nights of her affection.
Bettv's father had been frugal
and shrcwd, and there a enough
to provide for the remainder of her
days.
She had no relatives in the home
Of her father, and when legal mat
tcrs were finally adjusted she left
.or a bic wcstcrA city to live with
IN avnt while she was waiting for
Torn. It was then the first blow
( fell.
No letter came from her sweet
heart III the fer west. At first she
lid not worry, for he had written
that he was going on a long pros
rcctlng trip and might be weeks.
ven months. from civilization.
But when spring came and in
turn gove way t. summer and sum
mar fed before the chilling blasts
81 autumn and the weeks dragged
lrcarilv by until a.yoar had passed
Betty abandoned hope.
She wrote to the authorities OF
the frontier town where he usually
QUILTED. but they could tell her
nothing. Tom had left in April.
He had not returned. They knew
nothing Of his fate.
In the passing Of the years, her
Grief was softened. but the agony OF
her loss was there. locked with her
love IN the lnnermost recesses of her
heart. Sultors came. but were sent
away. not hurt. but firmly, gently
denied. Her cousins married. little
ones came to bless them, and to all
she was Aunt Betty.
There was another Betty now. a
pretty. graceful maid Of seventeen,
ioving in her first gljmpses Of 80
cial life and rapturously happy be-
cause she was Just living. They
were great cronies. these two Bet
tvs, and it was often remarked that
their resemblance extended away
and beyond the name.
"Aunt Betty, why didn't YOU mar
ry:@ asked the little Betty one aft
ernoon when the two were having a
lonr. confidential chat.
Then faded old letters we're
brought out and read, the dimmea
tintvpe Of a country boy with a fine
featured face was cried over and
the Vlthercd sprig Of rosemary lift
cd gently from the jewel case, whore
t had reposed 50 many years n
tate.
"And the rosemary, auntie: =
guerIed little Betty.
"Roscmary is for remembrance,
%|earie. We each had a sprig and
were to keep it always, so that when
ever VIC saw it the others face would
appear in our droams,' said auntie.
And DO YOU dream of him vet
pursued tho younger.
"Blcss YOU, Betty, I'll always
dream Of him, and l pray now that
after death here I may see him.
And 50 that's the reason Won
didn't let DR.. Thornton and the 9th
ers marry YOU when they a5ked:"
"Bettv. how did YOU know"
@Oh, | heard mamma talking
about It. Bu. | won't tell, auntie,"
She promised penitentlv. "But its
lovely, Aunt Betty. It's perfectly
splendid to love 50 long and SO hard
when You know he's dead. Would
he care. Do YOU think, if you mar
ned some one clsc?o
"IIo knew I never would" and
TIE older Betty sighed.
After that the little Betty had to