Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1862-03-14
Sl,5O A YEAR IN ADV ANCE.

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There was as much apparent calmncss
III Norman Wendel's face as her own
when Miss Quincy continued, " / was not
aware that we were to lose you. We
shall miss you in society if you remain
away long, Mr.. WENDELL This was an
indirect method Of putting 4 query her
assumed Indifference would not permit her
to ask openly
MY stay will probably be for quite a
period, replied Wendell indifereutIy.
Certainly the information impaired
Miss Rose Quincy was somewhat vague.
" 1t seems the rage to get out Of town
early this season." went on Rose. Mr..
Leland was just informing me that his
mother and sister are going to Saratoga,
and they wish me to join their party
The Bethunes and Willistons 50 into the
country u quiet summer; and the
Bowdtches leave for Europe. Old Bos-
ton will be deserted y
Was it possible that Rose did not know
whittier his way led, that she talked thus
careessly Of ordinary journeys Was it
not something different to take ones de-
parture for the battle field, than to 60 into
the cool, green country, OF to stand on the
deck of the Arabia "outward bound on
pleasant trip to the old world ? Could
Rose Quincy be cognizant of his plan,
and talk thus carclessly as of an every
day parting
Wendell knew not and, in the mood
that then enfoldel him, his pride rose up
to forbid explanation. He turned from
the subject to speak OF other themes---ot
the weather, the last concert, the stagna-
ton Of business, and even the latest bulle
tin from the seat OF war in the evening
papers. 1t was prolonged call, and the
stars rose higher in the SKY without, and
the fair round moon stood brighter over
the magnificent elms Of the Common op-
posite the windows of Nathan Quincy
brown stone front, az the young man
fingered in the drawlng-room.
But at length Wendell rose. Both
etiquette and pride urgel his departure,
though his heart pleaded against it.
. It is growing late. and have other
calls 10 MAKE, Miss quincy.
" Do YOU leave town early tomorrow ~
" Ia the afternoon, probably"
~ pleasant summer to you. May
you enjoy your journey :"
Thank you ~
Norman Wendell stood a moment with
Rose Quincy's hand in his own Either
she was playing part, or she was wholly
ignorant that he had joined the army
His better thoughts triumphel. His eye
fell on the small brooeh-bow at her snowy
throat. the red, white, and blue that tas-
tened her collar Of delicate Honton and
h, said,
81 rejoice to see, Miss Quincy, that
you wear the colors | am about to give
my feeble aid to defend 1t may be a
bold request; but will you not give me
the rosctte as a souvenir Of this part
ing ,"
4 sudden flash of intelligence lit Rose
Quincy's blue eyes and wave of GRIM
SON rushed to her cheek, then back upon
her heart, leaving her pale as death.
Norman Wendell, tell mc-are you
going to-to--' she asked breathlcssly
" 10 defead Washington" he answer
cd in q softcnel voice, moved by her agi-
ta;ion.
And [ thought was not aware-way
did you not tell me :
Did YOU care to know? If | thought
that my going or coming, WAS anything
to Won, dearest Rose ~ And now an
arm had stolen about her waist, AMI his
deep earnest eyes were eagerly scanning
every Iineament of her palins and GRIM
sonng face upturncd to his own, DO
you care, dear Rose"
1t was sudlcn-likc an onehantcr's
yision--thc glow of strong womln-loyc
that swept in rapid surges over Rose
Quiney's beautiful face; and ike the
words heard in blisStul dream, her
whispered reply to Wcniclfs question
reply so low was it, that it cannot b,
supposed the romlnccr overheard it, tho
the lover drank it in, nor lost a syllable,
But that night, when the young volun-
tcer left Nathan Qum;y'a mansion, he
took with him the warm prayers OF the
noble girl, in whose veins clrelel tide Of
patriotic blood caught from heroic Puri-
tan ancestors; and the tri-eolored rosc
taken from her soft white throat had been
fastened, by her small white hands, upon
his breast.
And so Norman Wendell took away
with him his Rel, White, and Blue, that
night, to be borne, on his haort, to the
camp Of his regiment at Washington :
yet he left his dearest pledge behind.