The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1859-07-14

the rocking g-chair, by the window, look
ing eagerly up the street. But while he
pratcd learnedly at her side, he saw a
rapid red stain through the whiteness of
her cheek, and an eager light break out
from the clear blue of her eyes. Arthur
Stone was passing by the house. and
viewed with a scornful curl of the lip the
handsome equip page of DR.. Barker. He
did not look beyond it to the pale face
bent SO earnestly towards him, but turn
ed his eyes coldly away, and walked
haughtily down the street, while Anna
sank back into the softly cushioned chair.
The next morning she refused to re-
main away from school another day
Arthur Stone would say that she was
cowardly, that she feared feruling, that
she absented herself purposely, because
of the misunderstanding of Tuesday af-
ternoon, which she was too guilty to face
again. She would go to school though
she dropped fainting 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.
9" How he scorns me-how he hates
me-" she thought, as Mr.. Stone quietly
raised his eyes to her face, and bowed a
silent good morning as she entered the
room. How could she ever face that
stern. cold gaze, and make her excuses
for not keeping her appointment Of the
previous morning I?
"I was too ill to come out Yesterday
morning." she said, in trembling voice,
"or l should not have broken my prom
Use. Will this morning do as we'll ?"
Mr.. Stone glanced keenly into her
face. The blanched cheeks, and white,
quivering lips testified to the truth of
what she said.
=" Are you able to be here now ?" he
said, in tone of voice that had more of
tenderness than aught else running
through it.
/" Hardly. You can fer-ferule me,
and will go home," she said, while her
cheeks crimsoned with shame.
Mr.. Stone bit his lips to keep back a
reply which rose involuntarily to them.
Again was that tender white hand before
him, waiting meekly for the punishment,
now weak and trembling from illness.
Did she think him brute Quite evil
IDENTIFY, from her action.
I-I-regret that wounded your
feelings on Tuesday" she said, raising
her eyes to his face. 81 am thoughtless,
| hope not heartless. Will you pardon
me 20 The question was asked in a low,
quivering voice, half choked with tears.
:" Pardon you - Mr.. Stone repeated
the words slowly, in a clear emphatic
tone.
Is it too much to ask E? You will
not refuse me-you would not refuse me
if you knew
"What %
How utterly miserable am. l can
not stay here-here's my hand-let me
go home -
With a quick, rapid movement. the
teacher grasped the little feversh hand
that was outstretched to him, and cover
ed it over and over again with fervent,
passionate kisses.
Forgive you," he said, while his
fine eyes grew deep and tender in their
expression, " forgive you, yes. a thous-
and times, and then not be able to show
you a millionth part of the love which ]
bear for you. Forgive-but I'll dare
ask more than you dare hope, perhaps
more than you care to hope-that you
will love me that you will place your
self and this sinned against, abused little
hand in my keeping. Tell me, Anna,
have | asked too much %
The answer was faint and low tha,
came from Anna Hawkes. lips, but new
ertheless it was satisfactory one, fol
the sweet little mouth whence it came
took immediate reward in kisses.
So it all ended. And few weeks af
ter Anna Hawkes. became Mrs, Arthu,
Stone
Cancer Cure.