Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1859-03-15

thur Stone was passing by the house. and
viewing with scornful curl of the lip the
handsome equipage of DR.. Barker. He
did not look beyond it, to the pale face
bent so earnestly toward him but he
turned his eyes coldly away, and walked
haughtily down the street, while Anna
sank with sigh into the softly cushioned
chair.
The next morning she refused 10 remain
away from school another day. Arthur
Stone would say that she was cowardly,
that she feared feruling, that she alb
sented herself purposely, because Of the
misun Ierstandlng of Tuesday afternoon,
(which She was TOO gaiIty to faccs& s&esssia -
She would go to school though she drop.
ped lainting on her way. She could not
rest until her weary mind was unburdened
of this heavy load. So she went pale and
trembling, at an early, hour to the school
house.
elbow he scorns mellow he hates mel!
she thought, as Mr.. Stone quietly raised
his eyes to her face, and she bowed ST.
lent good morning as she entered the room
How could she ever face that stern, cold
gaze, and make her excuses for not keep
ing her appointment of the previous morn
ing?
II was too i'll to come out yesterday
morning." she said in a trembling voice,
or should not have broken the promise
l made to you. Will this morning do as
wel?"
Mr.. Stone glanced keenly into her face
The blanched cheeks and white quiveiing
| lips testified to the truth of what she said
"Are you able to be here now?" he
asked, in a tone of voice that had more o
tenderness than aught else running throw
| it.
Hardly. You can fer--ferule me,
and will GO home," she said, while hel
cheeks crimsoned with shame.
Mr.. Stone bit his lips to keep back re-
ply which rose Involuntary to them
Again was that tender white hand before
him waiting meekly for its punishment
now weak and trembling from Illness
Did she think him brute? Quite evi
IDENTIFY, from her action.
"I--I--regret that 1 wounded youl
feelings on Tuesday," she said, raising
her eyes to his face, 'I am thoughtless,
hope not heartless. Will you pardon me?'
The question was asked in a low, quiver
ing voice, half choked with tears.
''Pardon you!'' Mr.. Stone repeated tht
words slowly, in clear, emphatic tone
"Is it too much to ask? You will no
refuse me-you could not refuse me i
you knew
"What!'
"How utterly miserable l am. | can
not stay here--here's my hand--be quicl
---let me 90 homen'
With a quick, rapid movement thu
teacher grasped the little feverish hane
that was outstretched to him, and covered
it over and over again with iervent, pas
sionate kisses.
"Forgive you, "he said, while his fin'
grey eyes grew deep and tender in their ex
preston, ''forglve you! yes, a thousanc
times, and then not to be able to show
you millionth part of the love which
bear for you. Forgive you--but III dare
ask more than you dare hope, prehaps NOR
than you care to hope-that you will low
me; that you will place yourself and thi
sinned against, abused little hand in my
keeping. Tell me, Anna, have | asked
too much?"
The answer was faint and low that cam
from Anna Hawkes. lips, but nevertheless
it was satisfactory one, for the sweet lit
tie mouth from whence it came took i'm
mediate reward in kisses.
So it ended. And few weeks after
Anna Hawkes. became Mrs. Arthur Stone
much to the satisfaction OF the wondering
school Of Elton.