Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1858-04-09

Lawrence cast an admring glance into
Johns noble face such man was worthy Of
Jenny. lie plucked a honeysuckle, and tore
il to pieces
"But, John-ahom--John. confound IL!
I've always been such selfish fellow. don't
know how to do a good thing without blum
dcring. Why, you see--that isl kpo,c your
case little bird told it to me. You want
to make the first payment on Swallow Farm,
and you can't do Il. Now. / have got some
thousand or two, which ! positively don't
know what to do with, lying idle in the Bank.
going to rust | want to lend it to you, as
from man to man. I'm not in the least need
of it, and don't care when it is returned
There the murder is out, at last. VIII you
accept it, john
During this speech Of Lawrences, deliver
cd in a husky agitatcd voice, John had risen
and claspcd both his hands, his whole face
quivering with alternate flashes Of admiration.
affection and astonshment. "God bless you r.
burst through his lips, from the bottom Of his
honest heart, while he shook the hands he
held with vehement energy. accept it = 20
be sure will. and bless you all the days Of
my life. Lawrence. you are a man in thou
sand, to help poor fellow that You haven't
known six months. Such kindness brings
tears TO mans eyes. And ! swear"
hero John raised his sunburnt right hand.
that every penny shall be returned honestly
and Justly, if God gives me strength and
life ="
There there, John, don't be heroic about
it. Away with you Jennys yondcr in the
garden 90 and tell her, and may you both
be happy"
"But, my dear Lawrence. let my tell you
how it came about that"
"Not one word now. will not hear It,
Be off"
81 am the happiest fellow alive 70 shouted
John, giving leap over the box-hedgo, and
striding on to the arbor, his whole figure en-
anating light and ioyousness.
CHAPTER VII.
John gone :"
Eyes, Johns gone, replied Jenny, with
her quiet smile, looking up to Lawrence stand
ing in the doorway, hat in hand he seemed
surprised and half-proyokcd.
"Why. the rascal he promised TO wait for
me. thought he understood we were going
to town together in the morning"
IL don't think he did quite or he would
have waited" said Jenny. "Why. Cousin
Lawrence, you are not going away so soon r.
Her tone was afectionate and kind. Law
renee closed the door and sat down beside
her.
"Yes, Jenny, must go tomorrow"
"Must is a hard word, she said, bending
over her sewing, and plying her needle. 1--WE
shall miss you sadly
lie was silent, watching her fingers, follow
ing with his eyes the trembling of her blonde
ringlots, and wishing, wishing, wishing.
"Oh, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny !"
lie uttered her name as a drowning man
calls for helps uttered it without the cogni-
zance OF his tongue or lips, seemingly. But
it slid out Of his full full heart, as water
slides from brook How could it help but
startle her, with its despairing energy, its
heart-breaking emphasis. She started and
the work fell from her hands, her bosom
heaving, her mouth partly open.
She could not speak, but sat trembling, dumb.
What should Lawrence do-betray himself!
Let her, let John be witnesses to his weak
ness
Jenny Tracy" he said, manfully, "you
will have something to answer for; you have
unnamed me. Made me weak and foolish
a child | am going away tomorrow. be-
cause lore you, and because it is the best,
the most honorable course for me to pursue.
God bless you for the good you have done
me. And some day--when you and John are
married, and | shall have found my peace
then, and not till then. will | come to you"
lie rose and walked to the door. She sat,
her pretty head dropping, her eyes filed with
tears
Lawrence -
The pleading in her voice detained him
he stood rresolute. She came to meet him.
pale and quiet, and held out little sealed,
white paper.
John asked me to give you this. Don't
60 read it,"
He tore it opod, read on, grew dizzy and
blinded
mot you not youl Jenny, Jenny Tracy,
ohat is this :" he gasped
She had gone TO the window, but came to
him now, with a little bunch of hoart's-ease
in her hand, an odor of fragrance about her
my eyes are swimming, Jenny; | am
afraid, afraid to think have read Alright. He
says it is Bessy, pretty Bessy, that he loves,
that he will call wife His blessing, his
darling Oh, what viii l not risk. now,
what will not dare for the sake of your
love-
The gentle hands clasped his tho sweet
flowers rested against his heart, and the soft
voice Of Jenny Tracy whispered
"Daro eUcryhiHg r.
So he took his joy and his glory home to
his breast. He folded his sweet lily Of the
valley, his fragrant, slender love, close, close
in his arms, never more to part, never more
to be put asunder. And Lawrence Vane
thanked God for his new manhood, for his
blessed salvation
So you will not be surprised that ono morn
ing, as we were at breakfast stout, healthy
figure, and smiling, sunburnt face burst in
upon us like gush of sunlight. Could this
be Lawrence Nane! the man we never expect
ed to see again alive, who felt he should not
be in existence a fortnight after parting from
us Yes, it was he, frank and genial, with a
bloom ON his check, and bossoming out of
all his energies encompassing him.
He kissed us all around, heartily ospoci-
ally pretty Bessy, whom he called "roguo'
and "choat." Then he sat down and told
us his story. with a beautiful irankness that
was delightful to sec.
"Jxtapostion Mr.. Lawrence cried Miss
Bossy, shaking her black curls at him, and
mimckng his knowing tones. I've been to
Paris know something of the world -
"Quarter quarter - cried Lawrence, look
inc handgomer than ever through his bushes