Plymouth weekly banner. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1856, 1856-06-05

crowding back upon her hearL He hus-
bands death is the same as yesterday, and
she has forgotten all the lapse of years
since then. and lis we'll perhaps that she
has. For long months she has lain upon
that couch. sinking slowly. steadily to the
grave: and now. when the spring buds
are swelling in all their bright beauty.
her days are few, and Maggie smooths the
fevered pillow, brings the coldest water
from the mossy spring, while the old sor.
ry look deepens every hour in her loving
eyes, and she feels SO lonely, watching the
life go out from all she has on earth.
1T is best, Maggie, and the gray hair
ed pastor knell beside her, and told her Of
ha ppier reunions in heaven. aud how her
mother would meet with uli she loved,
she Who had sorrowed her so long. and
then, when the last lip was pressed upon
her forehead. poor orphaned Maggie Lee
said Gods will be doner
And so another grave was made in the
quiet churchyurd; the villagers murmured
poor thing as the coffin was lowered
down into its last resting place, and turn
ed from the scene to speculate upon Mag
gie's good fortune in being adopted by
that grand lady that had been staying a
the doctors so long, and wondered wha,
she could see In that little shy thing to
fancy; if it was not for her eyes and hair
she would be perfect fright. The dark
dreamy. beautiful eyes, and the long
brown tresses, floating like veil around
her, had first touched chord in the wild
owed and childless heart of one whose
only idol had been stricken down in he
young beauty, and so for these she haC
sought Maggie. loved her. and fingered
until her mother died. giving with he
dying breath. into strangers keeping
dear Maggie Lee.
And so none Of you know what eve
became OF her. poor little thing' Id Civ
all possess 10 SEE her again, wouldn'
you, Bel?' And Frank Percival, a young
lawyer in pen-feathers. looked very dis
con solate.
'Oh, of course. you ond Bel were al
ways falling into ecstacies about that lil
tie simpleton; do make romance. Frank
hunt her up in some hovel, and make he
Mrs. Frank Percival.' and done with it.
and Katy looked her indignation.
Would Mrs. Floyd condescend &
leave her card at our door. if shoud'
And without waiting for an answer
which he knew as we'll as though it Wi
spoken. he turned to Bel with i know
Mrs. Percy Howard would, no matte
, what the world said; and Frank held til
little hands down, and The blushirg fac
up, until the tears fairly came, aud the
kissed the rosy cheek, and declared
twenty times over. that Bel Perciva
: would make the sweetest little bride il
tho world, and Pert Howard was the bes
fellow that ever brealhec Except him
self. of course--and he was glad he wa
coming next week; and wouldn't the
have times?
And they did have times. gay enoug
too. for the old hall echoed from earl,
morning until the old clock 'toiled it'll
hours. with joyous laughter and dancin
feet--and beautiful Bel Percival wa
queen Of il all. How she rode. an
danced. and sang. like the bright bird tha
she was! And if ever any one was en-
WED among oil the gay throng, II was tn
handsome. gallap; Percy Howard, for h
had won her; and when the Fl rst russo
hues tinged the old woods around tn
hall. he should claim her. and carry he
away to sunny Italy-snd in III at COLDER
cline of song and beauty was to PAS
the first year of the welded life of Be
Percival.