The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1865-02-08

said yes. But she said ene:" Their
was nothing more to be said then Esse:
whipped up his horses, and Rose wa
seen at heme.
A menth passed by. Ne word from
Guy. She heard that he was still in New
York. Then came u rumor that he ha,
enlisted. Finally, the report was verified
Then Gay Dale senier came to Hsll,
Hedge, and said that his seq had writer
Of his enlistment in the Federal army
and he knew very little beyond this
Either his professional plans had beer
postponed er dismissed.
Rose made no sign If Mr.. Dale sus
pected that she cared bsysnd passing
interest he obtained ne verify of his sus
picisn But when be had gone, she wen
to her reon add broke inte the ,bitterest
sebs.
Q. bow she cried! she thought her
heart was breaking. Had it been for
Miss Colangs that he had flung himself
into the arnyp Poor Rssel she knew
then that she loved Guy Dale She had
dsne what she thought to be her duty in
sending him away--but she had not
thought there was any danger Of losing
the love he had prsfsssed SO lsng fer her.
If she had known it. she might not have
been strong enough to send forth such a
decree.
''Can it be that Guy is 50 fckle?" she
noaned, pushing back the dark curls fren
her fevsrish face. "Hsw could he lock
Sc ints my eyes, and love her in month";
The struggle is terribly hard fer a
woman when her head and heart wan
Rese tried t0 dsneunce Guy Dale as un-
worthy, but her heart clung in persistent
tenderness to the visien of his frank
smile and winning eyes. She could net
ignore the hold his life had spsa hers,
while she despised herself that she was
net able to cast him cut Of her thoughts.
She could only console herself with the
belief that her secret weuld never be
known. Il,
The summer passed away. Roses
blsem went with the fading of the clever
daisies. She was as pale as the late lilies
in her garden, when September came.
Essex was tenaerly compassionate. Ig-
nsring her rejection ef him, he continu-
I'd to visit her as friend, and he was al
nest continually at the house. Rose
was indifferent whether he was there or
lvay. She usually had other guests, and
ae tssk care net to annsy her. But
here were times, he saw, when his re-
'pectful gentleness was net uAgrateful to
ner. Paul Essex had not, by any means,
lbandsned his suit.
Bat enc night his watchful atteution
Ind the idle gaJety sfsher guests ep-
pressed her more than usual. ,Unobserv
ID, she slipped from the room, fer mo-
nent's relief in solitude. She passed eat
,hreugh glass door ints the garden.
The flowers had gene, aud the garden
plots were full of dry sticks which the
wind rustled, while the trees tossed their
.hinly-clad arms in kind Of painful
arrest. The mssn shene clearly, but the
night was chilly, and she drew her cloak
,lssely absut her. as she walked np and
lewn the paths.
There came clatter down the read
She knew it to be the approach Of the
village stage, from the last train ut the
2epst. In moment it came ever the
hill, and she leaned carslessly against a
Tree to see 1t GO by.
As it cam. nearer, she saw among the
outside passengers, the form Of a soldier.
He was half felining upon the top of the
coach, his head resting upon his hand;
but as the stage approached the house,
ne looked up, saw her, and raised his mil
tary cap. Hsr heart stood still-then
beat furiously. It was Guy Dale. In an
l.
Aer family frsm far dswn the road.
She returned to her guests very pale.
Essex's sharp eyes saw her paller, but he
made ne remark. The eveaing were
YEARLY away
She dreaded the news the next morn
ing, she dreaded to hear the name sf
Guy Dale Spoken. A Asleepless night had
made her nervous beyond control, aud
svery chord Of her being seemed strung
10 a vibrating tension. She felt that if
any ere uttered his name, she shsRld cry
sut or faint. But the threatened crisis
did not come. The episode of Guy Dale's
arrival, SO weighty to her. was net kaewn
at the house, when she ordered her horse
saddled, and rode into the woods, accom-
panied only by her little brother, whs
,antered beside her, apon Shetland psny
To her surprise, Essex, handsomely
overlook her in the course Of
half an hour, as she rode threugh the
weeds upsn the estate Of Mr.. Dale.
Fatality" he said, smiling, as he di-
rected his horse to her side. She had a
different opinion, but she did act sx-
press it.
care you going far?" he asked.
mo, snly short distaacs, for the
sake Of the exercise left my guests
with Miss Clifton, and must not be alb
sent leng."
She wished him miles away; but the
herses kept their easy lope together fer.
some distance. Then. the mare Rose rsde
suddenly pricked up her ears. aad arched
her slender neck Some one stood by the
orchard bars ef the Dale estate. Perhaps
Cybell recognized Guy Dale; certainly
Rose did, and turned white as ashes, to
the lips. He had his blue coat ON, and
leaned on cane. She could nos, in Gem
mon loyalty, pass him by; he, wsRxded
soldier. She rsds-upto him, and reached
down her hand, never noticing hsw pallid
with fury Paul Essex turned.
"Yeu have been i'll. Ars yeu getting