The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1865-12-22


Beside the haunted srrcaInlets shore:
For many q dream thou bring at to me
or Rosalecn for cycrmorc.
If souls Ger visit cart again
With one my little friend possessed:
Each dulcet, wild, e,ysian strain
Springs 50 divinely from his breast;
Those fairy songs, that earnest look,
Some minstrel spritc it sure must be-
bnacreoH' 5 soul, or hers who took
The lovc-heap by the Grecian ca!
Sweet Innet Still sing meriIy
Beside the murnurinS streamlct,s shore,
For happy dreams thou bring st to Inc
Of ROsaleen fer eyermore!
Again she looked impatien'Iy down the
path, but there was 10 appearance Of him
whom she expected, ana who evidently
was the author Of the song. She was
about replacing tie paper in h6r bosom,
when rustling in the thickets behind
startled her, and she let it fall. She stood
up and looked eagerly in the direction
from which the sound proceeded, and
with an expression of dislike and disap-
pointu1ent on her lovely face, beheld, not
the object of her thoughts at that moment
bat the old usarcr, Teery Montgomery,
approaching het from the tbicbets.
"A fine evening. Miss Seerave," said
old Perry, in cracked, harsh voice, as
he came up to the tree " q fine evening
for enjoying ones self especially here
where ysrlthing is 50 lovely, and tie ali
SO cool and pleasant"
"!l is pleasant evening indeed said
shs, feeling strangely embarrassed, for she
felt the ewes Of the Old man bent upon hel
with q conscious lock lha: showed ht
guessed tor whom size was waiting.
ut would be a great deal pleasanter,
resumed lie, moving nearer, " if YOU lac
some one beside you with whom 20,
might converse aboat-about The weather
say, if no other topic should suggest itself,
and he smiied hall-sneeriDg smile tha
made his presence still more UNIV eloomt
TO Rosa. However," he continued
moving from beside the tree, and standing
within about foot from wheIe the pape'
that contained HE song lay upon the grass
there's time for everything, Mis-
Segraye. Look how beautifully tie SUI
shines upon the Old spire Of the able,
beyond The old stones seem as if they
would take fire, they are 50 red en-,
bright"
Rosa turned and loo,ad Her bacl
was towards Perry, who in an inslan
stopped, picked W the paper, and pu. j
hinb;y a'l noise.assty into his pocket.
| never saw the Old town looking s,
BRIGHT" said she, turning round again
but not in time TO perceive the act
at is getting late, Miss Segrayc," h
now re,ured, should YOU wish me f,
Accompany you home, l shall feel mos
happy to DO 500
L do not" she answered, viii. icvol
untar7 ungracjousress. 81 wish to wal
here tiII-,il- but the paper that 1rorp
ed this moment. Where is it, for it tei
just here?"
What paper ?" asked Peerv, in q care
less tone. Il saw nothing here when
came up"
"Oh I am sure it cannot be lost, !: ]
in ms dress" she said, eyasivelv, I wisl
YOU good evening, Mr.. Montgomery p.
and, with an almo>' uzacconnlabIe lmpuI.t
Of dislike for the old puilviaer Of The song
she TUNED au1 was about to leave III,
spot.
STAY, Miss segravew as she move,
away, & have a few words 20 say t(
you, which you never gave me an oppor
tunjty Vt saying before"
Rosa stopped and looked at HIM calm
", although she guessed what va 10 fol
low
Your fathers property Is now in IT,
hands, Miss Segrave," continued Peery
=" at loaa. 50 deeply moytgaged to me tha
he can never &c, it bacE-that | car
almost call it nine. Has it ever STRUCK
you what he is to do IN his old age, be
that was always used to such good living
And what are you to DO, perhaps, wher
he dies and leaves You pennless? | an
counted a hard man by the world, and
don't know am wise onp when I tel
you that | am wiling to arrange matter;
so that the property, at least part Of it
could come into your fathers hand
again"
1t is very kind of you, sir,' said Rose
interrupting him, "but it is not with me
yen should settle that business it is will
my father
No." answered Peery, " it is with YOU,
Miss Segrave. am plain man." ht
continued, "aud one that never WASTED
many words On business, as | cannot beIr
calling this interview. I shall not beer
you long ignorant Of my meaning. | am
lonely man, Miss Segrare, and have
been thinking that did wrorg in not
marrying long ago. However, better late
than never. As have at last got the
opportunity, | ask you now, will you be-
come my wife and all that man can do
to make you and your father comfortable
| shall! rot fail 10 do. Wha. answer NAV
| hope for!'
That answer" returned Rosa, while
her eyes flashed with indignation that
answer, have reason to know, you cot
from my father lately. | now tell you tie
same-that will never become your wifi.
even though I had to beg my bread from
door to door, and die for want of it in the
end.'
'Wa;t till want comes" said Peerv
" However, think over it, Miss Segrave,"
he continued. with slight sneer; d" and
should you change your mind, as I trus;
in Heaven you will and mist, am easily
10 be found.'