Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1863-11-24
a SILVER KNITTENGsHEAIH

Over the sun-bathed pastures, above the
fragrant bilberry swan ps and the upland
giens, hoated the liquid clarion of the
sIagehOrn dying away enid great piles of
NOISY rocks and m1untain gOrges, where
the most adventurous footsteps bad never
trod, with sweet melancholy cadence,
until you could not have distinguished its
burden from the gurgle of the brooks, and
they noisy concerts Of the wood buds.
News from the seat Of war! The vii
lage mail bad come in, with IT'S undeci-
phered freight Of grief and lamentation,
PRICE and sadness. What else could it be
when Sunnyclif. like all the rest of our
New England villages. had sent the flower
OF its young men to the battlefield ? and
every mother held her breath with vague
approximations, aud turned from tbs bright
flush of June roses with a shudder and
thought Of that other crimson which dyed
the pale daisies IF Southern meadows!
The monday sun shore full into the
great old fashioned kitchen of the farm
house, with its white board floor and win
dOwS hung with chin'Z curtains. On eth
er side OF the broad, fat door stone we're
wooden boxes Of rank leaved hydrsngeas,
| ard the giant maple that seemed to stretch
| its leafy branches above the roof, was all
musical with the stir and twitter of little
birds. just in the cool impenetrable shad-
| ow Of that same maple. Agnes Miller
stood. folding up the read and re-read let
ter of her brother in the wars with flush
ed cheak, and wishing Cor the thousand
and first time that she was a man, to Join
! in the glorious cause!
1t would have done your heart good, in
these days Of pale faces and wasp. like
| fingers to see such rosy. Fealthy bit of
bloom as Agnes Millsr's! Rnrnd cheek.
ed, bright eyed. with a light. elastic foot
step that never seemed to be weary, and
a brow ust tinged with the olive of noun
tain winds and June suns, Agnes did not
know what headache meant, and was only
acquainted by reputation with the hypo!
She was as pretty in her pink calico dress
as any duchess in rOse-cOlUred satin, and
the single spray of white wax-a2ples twist
ed into her hair, glimmered like gigantic
pesrl-drops,
All of sudden, as rhe stood there,
thoughtful'y turning the letter round and
round, anarm was stolen around the trim
little waist, and another shadow fell on the
velvet grassl
Don't, Charlesp You see che was not
Bit startled, and Charles, like sensible
fellow that be was, interpreted 'dou't' in
the right way, and Immediately stole an
other kiss.
Come, Agnes, let's cit down on the door
stone. and you shall tell me what Harry
says. for see you have letter from him
there
Side by side, in the moving shade of the
dense old maple, the two lovers read over
the hasty scrubbed lines. 1t was a pretty
tsbleau, yet could not have helped wonder
ing how it was that so fresh and beautiful
q creature as Agnes Miller could ever have
fallen 10 love With that pale title sboema-
ker, stunted in growth, and lame in one
foot. But the truth was that Agnes looked
beyond mere exteriors, and saw the noble
heart and steadfast will that sbone out
through Charles Dennison's pale, thoughts
full face
WELL said Charles at length, folding
the letter once again, it eeems that his ar
dor is as glowing as ever
Yes said Agnes. sbstractedly adding
o moment afterwards, How / should like
to send the dear fellow sOmethiDgl o,
Charles. if We were only richP
Just the thought which was in my heart,
scarcely half an hour ago. said Dennisoo.
DO you know, Agnes. that if I had a
thousand dollars in cash could buy that
little shoe store in the village?
Could your said Agnes, turning her
wistful, hazel eyes fully upon him. %.
| Cbarles-and then
And then we could be married. said
Charles. taking up the broken thread OF
her words 10 the most natural manner pos.
sible. But ] hsven's got the money. nor
do sac any probability Of getting it, so,
for all can see, the best way is to resi-
coDtented with the blessings God has al
ready sent US And have just half an
hour to cit here in the fragrance Of the
springing grass, before ] must return 60 my
Shop
Agnes was tying up.s little nosegay Of
white seringas. fragrant az the breath Of
splce'islanIs AID roses. with sprays OI
green sonthernwood, for Charles to carry
Wltn Dim to the place where be toiled fol
daily bread. He liked to look mp from bi:
monotonous employment to see the bright
blossoms in the window seat-it made him
think of Agnes
i shall write Harry long letter to.
night said the girl, pensively, as she lean
ed over to gather fresh rose, although 70
be sure, have not much news to com
nunicate-except about Aunt Hepsy's
| DEATH
How strange that was, Agnes said
Dennison, for the OLD creature to leave all
her aDtiquated brocades and venerable
wardrobe to strangers and nothing to you,
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