Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1865-11-03
Twice in Love.
BY ELLEN MARVIN

Harry Bulfnch was TWENTY-FIVE
handsome, hopeful, ardent, and had
been for three months in love with his
employers daughter. One day Alice
Brent rejected him. ....
Whether he seemed too sure:
OR II she drew him, with smiles and lure
20 ospurn from her feet;''
or whether cit was not her time to
love no matter. She let fair prize
slip through her fingers when she sent
the handsome young clerk home to a
slcepless couch, and days of soreness
aod wounded pride. a great passion
either floods life with sunshine, OF
overshadows it with gloom. But the
lesser loves, If they do not carpet and
cushion ones path, too often tease like
insects, and tear like brambles. Harry
chafcd against his fate.
In this suilcn mood he stood ona
morning at the window of his counting.
room looking out on the street. 1t was
a dismal, disconsolate morning; and
just at that moment his wound was
fresh and irritating. He had begun to
fancy 1t was healing oyer; was learning
to philosophize upon it; was mending
rapidly,
But five minutes ago she had whirled
past him in her fathers carriage; tho
white plunlcs curling over the velve
hat, and nodding against the peach
| blossom checks. Her eyes were blue a.
the ribbons that tluttered jD the braese
! The witch always wore ribbons to mattel
her eyes. How glum and Drosy tn,
store looked after glimpse at that pink
breezy, triumphant beauty! How dis
mai the street was! Ragged children
toddled along the pavement. Irish wo
men IN ,ruilled caps, frowsy girls, anC
red-!aced countrymen, substantal-look.
ing merchants, and sieek-looking mer.
chants clerks--men and women i'm ev.
cry grade of sickness and shabbiness-
jostled each other on the sidewalk. II
was wearisomc, unwholesoue, dishcart
cning. .as...
A group of working girls came by
some in jaunty hats, with dresses trayet
and faded AT the bottom as IL dragged
through uncountcd storms. They wcr,
laughing and chatting in the most IRE
sponsible and young-girlish manner
Several looked UP as they past, and eu
ef the group Harry suddenly becam,
conscious of single pair of eyes. The,
were large, dark, and lustrous, will
something wistful, appealing, and swee
in them. 49, a.H
1t was onc magaetic, forceful glance
Then the eyes dropped, and the Who'll,
group passed out of sight But Harry
Bulfinch turned to his work curiously
comforted. .s .... ....-
The train tiundered into the little
town of Ashcroft late of q stormy night
In February. Three or four carriages
stood in waiting, with which the half.
dozen travellers set down on the platform
at the depot were instantly absorbed
There was one exception. a young
man mufiied to the chin, and earryiag g
an umbrella and vaIise, stood a moment
hesitatingly on the steps, and then
plunged into the thick black night
Not quite so black, however, as he pro.
ceeded down the street; for through the
thick fog and gloom, he soon perceived
a single figure preceding him along the
muddy street.
Some child sent out on an errand in
the storm" he thought. "These coun-
try-bred children are brave little crea-
tures.n
He fastened his pace. 1t was a girl
ana she wore waterproof with the
hood drawn over her head. He was
doubling whether TO oyertake her and
" hen she suddenly slipped and fell on
the wet ice.
He was her side in moment, lift.
ing her up.
Are you hurt much, my child?"
The tender, manly voice would have
been passport anywhere.
lie saw the face upraised in unavail-
ing scrutiny as she steadied herself OH
her feet. But not a feature of the face
of either was visible I'm the gray gloom
Ashcroft was too rural a village for the
metropolitan luxury Of fstreet-lamps.
THANK you; not in the least" she
replied.
She was no child by her manner ol
voice; yet the tone was thrilling, low
and lucious as the melody of blackbirds
and thrushes sifted through alder and
hazel thickets i'm dewy May mornings
Allow me to shelter you the rest o.
the way" he said, suiting the action Il
the word, and proffering his arm.
Thank you; it is not far"
But she accepted the courtesy; and, al
they went along, she told him that hel
mother. sifl, and she had been out te
the druggists for medicine.
1t seemed to Harry, as he listened .te
these 9rtless explanations, aud inter.
figure and the dripping mist, that it wa.
all repetition of some experient long
past; as If the low thrilling tenes were
Fsomething long known and familiar.
AS they stopped before the door of the
cottage which she indicated as her home
Harry said: @t9o
The storm precludes etiquette. My
cards are buttOned under my oycrcoat.
But my name is Bulfinch. have a
little sister at home, about your size,
who calls me Harry.p >,
"Ah" she responded little sadly,
" l have no sister or brother. have
only my mother
She Stood with her hand on the latch