Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1858-03-25

gentleman near by, when sudden move
ment of mine made the eagle button fash
with light. He started, gave me rapid,
scrutinizing look, and then his face Lit up
with that beautiful kind smile, remember
ed so well. si- 40 30
"My dear child" he exclaimed, taking 4
my hand in his, and bending down plsasea
and animated face. "Can it be you? Ibid
not recognize you here"
"My dear childp' How grateful my heart
felt for the sweet name! But those around
me seemd struck at so familiar an address.
l did not mind them, but taking his offered
arm, we walked away to more quiet sa-
loon, TO renew our acquaintance there.
was only TOO glad to desert the foolish crowd
around me; and after losing faith in every
thing to look into those clear eyes, and feel
sure that truth and candor were in the an
swering glance, was indeed a joy. '
Sand SO you have kept my poor token,"
he said, thOughtfully, as the party broke up,
and we rose 10 go. Il have not been for
getful of the fair young child who was SO
kind as to listen to me.'' si Esa s7es3
He touched a spring in aEoeket half hid
den beneath his vest, and showed me my
rosebud, faded and discolored, but preserved
carefully. My heart leaped with sudden
bound, but I was TOO happy to speak.
From that evening he was constantly by
my side. Younger men trying to win my
notice, and only rewarded now and then
with languid smile, would look with lu-
dicrous astonishment when grew animated
as he came near. had grown weary of
playing part. loved him frankly; free
ly, and tenderly-I believe he loved me-
and could not seem cold or formal to satisfy
: prejudiced and exucting world.
A careless word from an otficious friend
aroused ne. And then the thought torment
ed ,e--that i who had been so long cold and
unmovsd, who had grown old in the by
pocracy Of the world, and who was an adept
in ell its arts-had allowed myself 50 10 be
hurried along blindly, had shown my,hearf
10 one who was panied by what be saws
there, and only kept silent because he knsw
not what to say. % ss"F ''-a
The thought was maadening ts enc SO
proud as me. Ib0re the keen torture for
day, and kept aloOf from him; but when eve
ming came, my resolution was taken. 1
, would leave the place--leave him and never
| look on his face again. And having taken
q this resolution, and ordered my maid to
pack my trunk, went down into tbs sa-
loon agaii. 1e.. ~ I. 10 is''- 9zi's
1t was empty, and leaning from the win
dow, could see the gay party just leaving
for an evening stroll before the dance COM
menced. l leaned my head on my folded
arms, and sighed heavily. At that moment
/ felt unspeakably wrstched:
MY sigh was echoed back again, and
looking up, l saw General Underhill stand
ing beside me. l dared not give myself
time TO think, and exclaimed 81 am GLAD to
see you here; for am going early to-mor.
row morning. 1 will say good-by nOw."
e He took the hand held out.
=" "And is this your farewell 10 me-" he
said, in an agitated voice.
}, 1T Is" said quickly, for felt htnnes.
= forsaking me, and knew should be away
y "Good by. My best wishes attend you."
: ut must be SOL" he answered. And ther
1t he was silent, and felt the hand trembl,
that held mine. Suddenly tear sparkled il
ri The light, and looking up, l saw his eye,
were full. .,.-- -.-....
1T It was too much! And something in, m,
Y, face must have told him all, for he criee
ID ont earnestly: .,....
y "Mary, l love you! .Nerer leave mel"
IL never will never will !' / murmur
>, ed, and went up close to him, as he opened
IL his arms, and laid my head upon his breas.
y "The Old Soldiers Darling" Yes, the,
IT call me so--he calls me so, and l love tn
" name! But is he ''old?'' True, the snow,
hair and furrowed brow are there-but oh
the loving smile, the warm heart, the stron,
l. arm-these make him young to me. Their
T. is not one like him, SO gallant and so true
s Happiest of all happy homes is ours-hap
piest Of all happy wives AM l. And somuu
=, Of romance still remains IN onr hearts, tha
the eagle button and the rosebud are sill
u worn and treasured as the dearest tokens Q
h a love that knows no change. sss gf.a