The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-06-29
BY B SIMEON BARRETT.

L WIS returning nome altef al hUSeuCo
Of eight years, returning to the home Of
my childhood. The numbering coach that
bore me rapidly along, was already enter
ing the village where | was born, where
had received the first important principles
of an education, where had sported many
a ch:ldhood's happy hour, where | had first
learned to love-
Yes, to love the prstties:, merriest, aud
proudest maiden in all the village" not
wisely, but too well" She rejected my
suit-she had higher aspirations 1t was
true she liked me very weIl-it might be
loved mel was not rich. and she was
proud and naughty, as well as beaut'fu
Yet she was, indeed. kind and sharitable,
she did not reject my offer disdainfuIly,
but seemed to study some method by
which her irrevocable reply might give me
NJ pain.
did not question her motives, l knew
them TOO well, and then and there resoiy-
ed, that if health should lie spared me,
would at once depart from my native viii
Iage and some day return = wealthy man
not again to urge my suit, not even to
CLAIM, her as q friend or acquaintance, un-
less it should be her express desire, for
too had a proud spirit and could never
condescsnn to plead with woman.
All these thoughts passed rapidly thro'
my mind, as | neared nav fathers cottage;
and | rejoiced to think that, in part, my
purpose had been accomplished TaS
Iich-rich even beyond the fsstidous re-
QUESTIONS Of Isabel Hayne, richer than her
father had ever been, yet nay stern resolve
had seen no change.
| mat my father, now silver haired with
age. Ny mother had been lying in her
narrow, silent home for near Y two years.
Ny sister my only sister, whom fondly
hoped to meet, WAS married aud gone TO
distance place to dwell. The .pirit of
change had brealhel upon every dear and
familiar object.
The house, the fences were moullering
away. | met thecompsnions of my youth
who welcomed NE back with smiles which
seemed mockery of the smiles that lit up
their happy faces in my boyhood's day.
They were growing old-yet some seem
ed apparently no olderthan when had seen
them eight years before.
[ did not see Miss H.yne, nor did even
inquire about her. She had probably gone
away, or what was quite as probable, her
father might have become so wealthy that
she no longer moved in the village 'ocisty.
Perhaps slls was married, and was living
in some other pace. What was she to
me that | should spend thought in
speculation as to the cause of her invisi}biiii-
ity? And yet | could not efface her i'm
age from my mind. If ever in distant
lands had succeeded in my efforts to
banish her from my memory, | could not
do So now. The associations of home and
familiar scenes brought back the recollec-
tons of happy days-and her name, her
form, just as size appeared to me then, was
indispersihly necessary TO complete the
picture which fancy painted for me.
There was a social gathering az friends
bit size wa. not there. Why should |
look SO anxously about, hoping and vet
fearing 10 encounter ner beautiful face
Wny couia not forget at once and for
ever?
Some one mentioned her name. hy
was she not there! 2
"She does not 60 ou. now since their
misfortune.
"What pity. Poor Hsyne They
say that she supports him by teaching
female school"
yes, shs is engaged in the district
lust beyond the village. 1t will be very
severe and humiliating lesson to her; she
was very proud"
| must confess was interested, and de-
sired to know more, much more, but ask
ed no questions. | could not forget the
past.
Not long after this | learned that the
Hsvne estate which had passed into the
hands of some Eastern spectators, was
again for sale. purchased 1t, having no
definite purpose in view, unless 1t was the
thought that it would make comfortable
residence for my father in his declining
years, since his ewn cottsgs was fast going
to decay. at once set about repairing
the large mansion on the Hayne farm. for
that too had felt the mouderng touch OF
time, and for that purpose L frequently
drove out to watch an direct the opera
tons of the la5orers.
was one day driving leisure!y along
when ! espied at some distauce before me