Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1859-03-16

she IN turn loved him for one summer after
noon, in the green old woods that skirted the
little village, she sat down by his side, and +,
with the sunbeams glancihg down upon her
through the overhanging boughs. she had told
him so, and promised some day to be his wife,
Still, she would not hear of positive engage
ment; both should be free to change their
mind if they wished, she said, and with this
w alter was satisfied.
81 have no diamonds to give you, darling -
he said, drawing her close to him ; and Cora,
knowing to what he referred, answered that
'shis love was dearer TO her than all the world
besides" Alas, that woman should be so
tickle The same train that carried Walter a
way, brought Mrs. Blanchard letter from her
daughter, dashing, fashionable woman, who
lived in the city, and who wished to bring her
sister Cora scout" the coming winter.
''She is old enough now" she wrote, s'to be
looking for husband, and of course she'll
nevor do anything in that by-place.'
This proposition, which accorded exactly
with Mrs. Blanchard's wishes, was joyfully
ceded to by Cora, who, while anticipating the
plea sure which awaited her, had vet no thought
of proving false to Walter; and in the letter
which she wrote, informing him of her plan,
she assured him OF her uuchanging fidelity,
little dreaming that the promise thus made
would soon be broken.
Petted, caressed, fattered and admired as
Cora was in the circle of her sisters friends,
or avoid contrasting the plain, unassuming
Walter, with the polished and gaily dressed
butterflies who thronged Mrs. Barton's draw
ing room When summer came again. she
did not return to us as we had expected, but
we heard of her at Saratoga and Newport, the
admired of all admirers, while one, it was said
"a man of high position and untold wealth.
babe fair to win the beauteous belle.
Meantime, her Letters to Walter grew short
and far between, ceasing at length altogether; /;
and one day, during the second winter of her
residence in the city, l received from her
package containing his miniature, tho books
he had given her, and the letters he had writ
ten her. These she wished me to give him when
next / saw him, bidding me tell him to think
no more OF one who was not worthy of him.
ssTo be plain, Lottie,'' she wrote, 81 am en-
gagged, and though Mr.. Douglas is not bit like
Walter, he has got great deal of money drives
splendid horses, and / reckon we shall get on
we'll enough. l wish, tho, he was not so old.
You'll be shocked to hear that he is almost fif
ty, though he looks about forty! don't like
him as well as did Walter, but after seeing as
much OF the world l have, conld not set
tie down into the wife of poor minister. am
not good enough, and you tell him so. hope
he won't feel badly-poOr Walter-I've kept
the lock of his hair-I couldn't part with that
but of course Mr. Douglas will never see it,
His hair is gray! Good bye"
This was what shc wrote, and when heard
from her again, she was Cora Douglas, and her
feet were treading the shores of the old world,
whittier she had gone on bridal tour. :.
In the solitude OF his chamber, the Young
student learned the sad news from para
graph in city paper, and bOwing his head up
on the table, he strove to articuate, sit is
wel'' but the flesh was weak warning with the
spirit, and the heart which Cora Blanchard
had cruelty trampled down, clnng to her still
with deathliSe fondness, and following her
even across the waste of waters, cried ont
How can / give her up 20 But when he re-
membered, as ere long he did. that twas a
sin to love her now, he buried his face in his
hands, and calling on God to help him in his
hour OF need, wept such tears as never again
would fall for Cora Blanchard.
The roses in our garden were faded, and the
leaves of autumn were piled upon the ground
ere he came to his home again, and had an
opportunity of presenting him with the pack
age that many months before had been COM
mitted 10 my care. His face was very pale,
and his voice trembled as he asked me
ssWhere is she now =!
s.In Italy, / answered. adding that her
husband was said to be very wealthy.
Bowing mechanically, he walked away, and
a year and half went by ere saw him again
Then he came among us as our minister. The
old white-haired pastor, who Tor so long a
time had told us of the Good Shepherd and
the better land, was sleeping at last IN the
quiet grave yard, and the people had CHOSEN
Young " alter Beaumont to fill his place. He
was splendid looking man, tall, erect ana
finely formed, with most winning manner,
and a face which betokencd intellect OF the
highest order. We were proud OF him, all oil
us-proud of our clergyman, who, on the thlru
| of June. was to be ordained in the old brick
| church. before whose altar he had years ago
been haptised smiling infant. >.
On Thursday afternoon preceding the ofui-
| covered
| with dust and ladened with trunks, passed
slowly through our village, attracting much at
! tention. Seated within it, was portiy, gray
! haired man, resting his chin upon gold-
| headed cane, and looking curIously OUT al
| the people in the street, who stared as curl
| ously at him. Directly opposite him, ana
| languidly reclining upon the soft cushlonS,
was a male proud faced lady, who evidently
| felt no interest in what was passing around
| her. for her eyes were cast down, ana hef
| thoughts seemed busy elsewhere
was sitting at my chamber window, gain
at them, and just as they drew near the gate,
the lady raised her eyeS-the srit brown eyes
which once had won the love OF waiter beau-
mont. and in which now there was an unmls-
taxable look of anguish, as if the long eye lash
es. drooping so weariIy on the colorless cheek,
| were constantly forcing back the hidden tears
| And this was Cora Douglas, come back 10 Us
! again from her travels in a foreign lana. Que
| knew me in moment, and IN her race 'iieie
was much of the olden look: as bending ior'
ward she smiled greeting, and waved towarus
me her white jewelled hand, on which the dta-
uonds flashed brightly in the sunlight.
The next morning we met, but not IN tue
presence of the old man, her husband. Dowi
| in the leafy woods, about quarter OF miit
from Mrs Beaumont's cottage, was running
brook and a mossy bank, overshadowed by tht
sycamore and elm. This, in days gone oy ''lau
|
nlayhousc washing our bits of broken China II
The rinn,inr stream-here we watched the LITTLE