Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1844-11-15
This morning, however he had sought her
with the determination to avow his love.

WHAT couiu keep MN so silent on this OC-
casion. Root after root was fixed in the
ground, and still his tongue faltcred in its
instructed duty. This is no place. thought
he, with the sun glaring down upon US,
and in open view Of half the village He
rose from the garden path, and lifting his
new pam-leaf hat-May's hand had brai-
ded it for him-brushed back from his
forehead, which was a very white and
handsome one, a mass of black, glossy
curls.
you are weary, May said he, 'and the
sun is really oppressive. I have my
thoughts on glass Of your nice root beer
Together with the shade of the porch, it
will be very refreshing.
Nay laughed, and led the way to the
house The beer was brought, drank, and
praised the glasses removed, and May
with Der bonnet off, and her soft, brown
hair parted smoothly from her brow, had
seated herself on the threshold of the door.
Harry chose n situation on the doorstep
Here they were quite sheltered from the
sun, aud quite hidden from the view of
the villagers. Harry had no excuse for
silence and so, in quiet way, but with
a burning cheek and eloquent eye, he told
the tale Of his love.
May heard him with many heart throb-
bings. and few i'll concealed tears. %
Harry ! | feared this she said. Sweet
as it is to know that you love me, it is bit
ter indeed to feel that we can never be
happy in this affection
But what shall hinder us, dear MAY ?
'My father, Harry, can never leave
him.
'Of course not; but he shall have a
home with us.
you must not think of the thing, dear
Harry. You have already a mother to
support, and can never consent to bring
upon you such burden as a poor father
would be. Were he merely old and de-
crcpid, might not look upon the case as
so hopeless; might almost then consent
that he should become burden to you.
but as he is, o Harry, you know his un
fortunate weakness you know how I'M
fit he is to sit at any Preside, or be a par
aker of any domestic society except such
as nature has made sacredy his own. A
daughter can pardon, can bear with his
niirmiry; but, o, Harry! your home
would be desecrated by such an innate
Poor May 4-how bitterly she wept as
this painful and humiiating reflection was
breathed into her lovers ears but he. like
IA generous and devoted friend, soothed
and encouraged her {; and though he found
that to combat her resolution was idle. he
still declared that she only had, and ever
should have, undivided empire over his
heart.
Now all this while, there was a little
by-scene going on, which we must not con-
ceal from our readers, especially since it
has reference to the issue of our tale. Job
Wodell, when he parted from his daugh-
ter, struck across the clover fields toward
the Admiral +; but instead of entering, as
was his time-out-of-mind custom, he turn
ed aside, and springing down the rocks.
sat for some time gazing thoughtfuIly up
on the great expanse of ocean that Law
spread before hlm. On his left, frowning
over the cliffs, rose the roof of the old
Admiral, enticing him to his folly, but the
sweet, pleading, fearful face of his loved
May would steal into his heart, and paral-
we the power of the tempter. in a man
ner that surprised even the poor victim
himself.
q told May would soon return said
he, but if | go there, Ned Watkins and
whole gang of loaiers will beset me, and
drive all thoughts of home out of my
head. SO | will keep out of their sight,
and for once fulfil my promise.'
job reached his house just after Harry
and May had entered it, and hearing their
voices as he came up toward the porch
where they were sitting, he stopped in
front of window that opened at the side
of the porch, and gazing through it, could
not only distinctly hear the language, but
could also see the faces of the Young low
ers. The mention of his own name kept
his feet riveted to the spot. Their con-
versalion has already been detailed, and
its effect upon Job, in his present mood,
may well be surmised. At first the hot
blood rushed in torrents to bis brain and
face, and the deep disgust he felt for his
own folly was pictured in every lineament
OF his face and countenance. But when
he saw May in tears, when he heard her
sweet, tremuous voice pronouncing the
doom of llarry's fondest hopes, and all
for his sake, who had so cruelty wronged
and disgraced her, he wrung his hands in
agony, and unable to suppress his feelings,
hurried cautiously through the back en-
trance of the house, and shut himself up
IN his chamber.
A sad day was it for May Wpodell af-
Ter Harry retired. Her garden had lost
is interest. Even the lavorite pansies on
y made her weep when she looked on
hem. She prepared dinner for her ia
her, however, and slrove, by an increas-
ng devotion to his wants, to forget her
thoughts. But the day wore
IN, and Job did not appear. The dinner