The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1865-03-29

| secretly mol one 0I Inc many VINO nau sur
rounded The girl from childhood, and who
sal daily with her at the same board dream
ed that she had d grief or care beyond the
moment hVnttia
Il When the days work was quite finished.
and her mother nodded over her knitting,
while ne. father went quIe to sleep over
his Bible Olive took candle and stole up
TO her own little room. Her cheek was
flushed, her eyes had something of their
own brilliant light. aud her hand lrembled
as she sat down to write. This was her
I letter
DEAR DckH: My heart aches SO that
cannot bear it. Ii is grievine me TO death
! TO have this coldness between Us. was
! hall TO blame, Dick, and | ask you 10 for
give me- Next week 20 10 Broo klyn for
visi TO Aunt Elsie Viii ycu come lhers,
No. 40 s. street, and see your
OLIvE.
She did not know the special address, SO
she wrote upon The envelope simply,
( "Richard Brown, New York." sealed it with
her Own little Scotch motto seal of "Digna
Jorgot," aud laid ii by with sigh. of relief,
I for mailing on the morrow.
The next day the letter was mailed.
The law office OF Brown and Burleigh was
very quiet. The book keeper was at his
desk and the two copying clerks at theirs
MIR Brown siood gazing lhousht:pliy from
the window, and Mr. Bure;sh was in Court.
One would naturally think that Browns in
ltensely occupied mind was intent upons ONE
law case. Not go Instead he was saying
over end overio himself, Il wish could
see Olive.'' and he was actually
"Longing to escape from study,
To the fair young face and ruddy,
! And the thousand charms belonging
To the summes day.;'
| Very impractical of lawyer Brown, but
very natural, thus to stand dreaming of
little rosy checked, bue-eyed damsel-far
+; of, she was-the au'nmn day so cool and
suited the mental labor of his profession =
But lawyer Browns thoughts would not
say in his office in New York, but went
wandering over the harvest field of coun-
try estate.
! All at once there me steady Tread up
on the stairs, and in moment penny
postman entered and deposited upon MIR.
Browns table a number of letters fresh
from the afternoon mail.
Brown was a grave leisurey man. He
looked at every Que of :he letters before
opening any, and finally examined one
quite curiousIy
"a lady's haud-mailed al c. Why
who in the world-h
He tore il open.
'It can't be Olive" I" he lhousht "T.he
careless Iiiile witch don't write as well as
this, I'll be bound. Why it is hers. Signed
Olive as sure as fate"
He perused i, carefully and smiled He
was grave man of forty, and even his
smile a grave smile.
'.Fnolish litds sensitive puss." he soIilo-
ou:zsd "To think OF being grieved al such
a lriAe. never should have thought Of il
again in the world What strange creatures
women are. See her al Bfooklyna OF
ourse did moi know she had an aunt
there, though"
Mr. Brown had occasion 10 leave the of
fee few momeuis later, Passing through
Nassau street he ran nearly against young
man who was walking as fas, as himself.
"Mr Brown"
''Mr Brown"
! 81 beg your pardoE.n mn
"Nol all beg yours"
/ s-Thauk yor. A fine day"
every fine"
The other Brown had black eyes and
brown curls, aud plain, proud, fine, youth
iu face oil his own The black eyes were
veiy soft and little sad after the first flush
of surprise h ad passed. A splendid fellow
His name was also Richard My reader OF
course seizes the connection, discovers tbs
coincidence and anticipates the story.
l# y
] Olive Hudson was 10 Brooklin, al the res
idence of her aunt, Mrs Elsie Grant. The
( old lady's last dsughter had just married
and left the parental roof, and Mrs. Gran.
had sent her favorie niece 10 spend a
month with her, and relieve the quiet and
/ solitude OF the old house II was marvel
! of beauty 20 Olive, brought up among the
simple arrangements of the. country. She
had fine tastes, and the Persian carpets,
velvet lounges, aud damask drapery were
sources of quiet pleasure to her. She liked
luxury as well az any one in the world,
though she never complained at the ab.
sence of H. But no hour which she spen;
in her aunt's beautiful parIors, or at the
theatres, lecture rooms or opera houses oi
New York, were half so much valued BY
her as,wers some haIe moments she had
known in her simple country home. one
! year before. Us g ~