The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1857-01-22
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poor i's r -.
= "She Is not rich as you are" said
Henry, strokipg Iolss ourls. But II
do not know that she is suffering"
"She is sad too" continued lola, "as
if no one loved her. Does any one love
Lucy Hale ?"
~ suppose so everybody has some
friond. And she is very good and love-
ly."
"Are you her friend' Do you love
Lucyi" lE- ~
Henry colored, and turned away =
lie was tbiDging how he once had loved
her,and how the world had come between
him and that love.
All you do not love her," said To-
la, who had been watching bis counte-
nance. But love her, and will tell
her so. Perhaps it will make her lit
tie happier. | wish you would let me
give her something"
"Why do you wish to do so :"
" Because she made me tlris wreath
for me, and because she looks like my
MOTHER" said lola innocently.
" You may give her something, if you
wish. Only do not give her money !;
she is to proud to receive that from
stranger, even from my generous lola"
Two costly rings sparkled on Iola's
fingers, ruby aud diamond. She
looked at them a few moments, holding
her delicate hand TO the light, that she
might admire their sparkle.
Would she wear one Of these to
to please me 7" said lola.
81 do not know you may give it to
her some day, if YOU wish, but do not
talk to me now darling; l have some
letters to write"
Not long after, lola came into the
room with such downcast countenauce
, that he instantly laid aside his papers
to discover and console her trouble.
/" What homesick, lola ?" he ex-
claimed gaily. Have you been cry
ing to 60 back to Florence 2"
ION! no." answered lola but
Lucy Hale won't take my little pres
ent."
"Ah!" said Strickland ; but some
how her refusal did not surprise him
"Tell me all about it,"
81 went down to the cottage early
tLis morning, and Lucy smiled to see
Inc and asked me to coms in. l went
in and sat down beside her, and told
her all about my old home how you
had found me selling flowers, and had
been 30 good to me, and brought me
home with you when my poor grand.
mother died. ( And she wasso interest,"
ed, that she sat looking ia ny face and
did not touch her work while 1 was talk
ing. Then | told her how like my
beautiful mother she looked, and taking
off my ruby ring, put it on her finger
which is as smull as mine. She smiled
very pleasantly but when told heI
she must wear it, she changed color, and
pushed it from her finger. begged
her to keep it, telling her it was much
fuer than the plain little ring she wore
but her face flushed as il she were an
Cry, and she said she would not give
that plain ring for all the jewels in the
world. Then she was pale again, aud
begged me to tell no one what she had
said"
I" Why did you not keep her secret
then 7" said Henry, sternly and with a
strange lood in his eyes
"l always tell you everything" said
lola winningly. los it wrong :"
"No," was the hesitating reply
/" But you must not go to the little cot
tage so often. You are so much young
er than Lucy that she cannot care for
you and will grow tired Of you"
"She does like me-" said lola, "and
I like her, too. But my music master
is coming" and in her quick, impul-
sive way, she sprang to meet her ltal-
ian teacher, greeting him in their own
language. ....
Why did Henry Strickland turn so
pale and bis heart beat with such a
smothcred pain Long ago, in dream
of youthful love, not the less true be-
cause unspoken, he bad placed that lit
tie ring on Lucy's finger, on leaving
home for the first time. The gift had
long been forgotten. Was the love for
cotton too Henry took down the Fai-
ry Queen from his book shelves, aud
opened TO the withered bunch Of pansies.
A painful emotion choked him, but at
ter single glance, he put the volume
back, and FASTENED to the drawing-room
to forget his seli-reproaches in the sound
Of Iola's harp. g
Guido Molteni was bashful Italian
youth, whom lola had seen at the house
of a playmate, aud Oh discovering that
he wvs her countryman, she had been
increasingly urging her guardian to em-
nloy lin as her music teacher. Henry