Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1865-12-06

months. Her cousin Win Tompkins came
tonight, and she has been happy as a bird
ever since. Something happened to vex
her. It WIS about her dress, and she
came up stairs and diversified herself of her
beautiful null and arrayed herself il gar
net. Such a whim 1 think she was an
noyod to find so many others clad in
white"
VIII Britton smiled All, he under
stood. BY his own nature he understood
that girl In spite OF the garnet dress he
recognized the unsatisfed soul, the ,ang-
ing, aspiring woman who had wearied of
Saratoga
Ere long he talked with her, not seri-
ously, but in the gay badinage appropriate
to the place. He liked her wellt and
watched the sparkling eyes and nervous
mouth, content tina. there was deep soul
hidden under all
She smiled to see him coming on the
following morning, and her eye lit up
with pleasure when in the evening-dance
NAACy AAiNN- IL was idtIuIt, IiOttlIHS more
only the unity ndsharnony of like
Sayte Ingalls, aunt, rich in her jewels
and rare old point looked on and smiled
as the days and nights wore on. She was
glad that Sayte and David were not foolish
and exclusive after the manner of some
engagements. Mr. Britton was a very
clever man, and it showed good taste in
Sayte to appreciate him so Thoroughly
She had no more solicitudo They were
both engaged. 1t was so delightful for
Sayte to remain so content when she had
feared uneasiness for days Only VIII
Tompkins sighed, and one night nc did
more
It was after Shakespenrean reading,
when the poe.s wondrou7 words, rendered
by man of genius and rare elocutionary
powers, had thrilled the hearts of those
who could appreciate. Clara Ipswich
y'awned as she talked of it Nothing but
a d pnce could drive her dullness away.
David Harper, too, begged for dance G.
William Britton crossed over to Sayte
Ingalls,.
"I think you have been in the clouds
so-nighs," he said. eve touch earth 50
suddenly as to experience shock Mt the
suggestion of ra'tzes, polkas, redowas-
Let US go out beneath the starlight"
Will Tompkins frowned, and then he
turned to SaYte Ingalls,. "You will not
90 out to-nicht The air is damp"
She laughed at him.
'4Oh. nonsense, VIII I mrst breathe
another atmosphere than this
She took William Britton's arm and
went out
0 the stiffness and beauty of that hour |!
0 the depth Of emotion that thrilled other
heart They talked Of new things
Thoughts which had never found express
sion in the ballroom Of Saratoga, nor
spakc in language either understood. In
that hour the unity of their inner life
stood all revealed, and spake 10 soul, and
like rushing currents flowed together
Whittier?
Oh, Clara Ipswich
Oh, David Han perl
As great rocks sever flowing currents,
those names arose between their lives
and loves.
Standing Just above Sayte Ingalls,, look
ing down into her eyes, now glowing soft
and beautiful, William Britton said
"Methinks there is an error, and you
To1Cr,rr +, ma
1--WE needs mus; love the highest when VIC see It
Not Launceiot but ancther.r
She did not answer, but sank down on
the scat and buried her hands; W lie
William Britton paced hurriedly to and
fro. Sayte Ingalls, ended it first, raising
her head and calling in cold, altered
tone
"Nr Britton"
He came and stood before her
Let us return to the house." she said.
"And is this the end p he asked.
THE end she answered There
were no end Of trouble otherwise"
The dancers were still tripping to the
| eound of merry music when the wander
! eTS GetuTHeO
/ VIII Tompkins smiled and then he
sighed He smiled that they had con-
quered he sighed for suffering manhood
and womanhood.
Ten years and the heroism of Ameri'
cas- men and women was proven thing
proven by three years service on battle
fields, in hospital These were the place
70 find such men as William Britton ant
where men dare 70 20, women Of like spiri
DO not shrink to follow.
/ KneeIing by wounded man one day
he heard 4 voice near by. That voice
1t brought him TO memory Of Saratoga,
robe Of white, garnet silk, soft thrillin
words, a bowed head, and . sad adieu
What place for such memories An
what a place for Sayte Ingalls,, Saratog
belief But it was she. William Brittor
looking down upon the bent form clad
, mourning, met the old bright eyes an
nervous mouth.