Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1865-11-04

nestle for many day.
Mary talked like herself, but she was
capital listener, lifting those great,
soft eyes, now and then, full of iDtelli-
gent sympathy, and throwing back lit
tie quick responses. Aud Harry grew
brilliant. He was surprised at himself.
Alice Brent, with her maddening, ma
genta cheeks and LGpiS tdsui eyes, had
not inspired him like this quiet girl,
with her faint, wavering bushes, aud
rare replies. When he took his leave,
he said:
Il have quite little journey before
me-a six weeks trip at least; and i
shall stop in Ashcroft on my return. /
hope to find your mother much better.
Goodbye ]"
That was all.
1t was two months before he came
back.
Once more the train came into Ash
croft late at night. As Harry Bulfinch
went down the street, he involuntarily
peered into the darkness Cor the child
ish figure that had preceded him be-
fore Once he cought the hutter of a
wOman's garment, and ii set his heart
to heating. He smiled at his own ca
gerness. As he approached the cottage
his pace slackened. 1t was a late hour
to call But the windows were lighted,
and he could see a woman's figure NOV
ing to and fro. He raped at the door.
A middle-aged woman, a stranger, opens
ed it. Had he mistaken the house?
He inquired for Mrs. Gardner.
''Mrs. Gardner? Poor SOUL she died
a month ago"
And her daughter?
Mary had gone back to the city where
she worked before. That was the exc
tent of the woman's information.
He turned away bitterly disappointed.
He had not known, before, with what
eagerness he had been looking forward
TO this meeting. Nevertheless she was
in the city and he would find her.
With this thought he consoled himself
as he cOuId. He returned to the city,
but for weeks his search proved una
yailing.
But one day ne had anadvertisment TO
insert in one OF the weekly papers.
He had finished his business with the
editor, and was passing through the
presS-room. His eyes ran along the
row of type-setters of both sexes who
were busy at work, and was arrested
suddenly by a figure bending over a
form at the farther end of the room.
His heart gave a sudden throb. There
was no installing the contour of that
perfect head and face. He moved to-
ward the window where she stood, and
paused at little distance, watching her
swift fingers at work and studying her
face
How pale and patient it wasl How
tired she lOokedl Was she pale? He
had thought SO, moment since; but a
warm glow had stolen into her checks.
She raised her head quickly, turned and
saw him.
He stepped forward with an impetu-
Gus movement.
81 have found you at last. Why did
Won leave no message for me?"
His tone was subdued; the question
reprOach.
She drew long sigh, and held out
two little type-stained hands to be taken
Il don't know. I am glad to be
found"
$50 yOu were in love with Alice
Brent, and she rejected you?"
Harry threw his arm across Mary's
lap, and looked mp in her face. He was
on hassock at her feet
Actually rejected a fine fellow like
me. Curious, wasn't 1T?
cit must have been that Your eyes
were too blue, and your hair too
brown"
And Mary ran her fingers rough the
locks of tawny gold.
''And that was only three months
ago. / was in love, too, three months
ago"
The blue eyes flashed up quick and
questioning.
''You?"
'I.''
The young man suddenly withdrew
his arm, and sat up very straight.
YES" Mary went on with mis-
chievOus smile lurking about her mouth.
81 was in love with a young merchants
clerk whom / used to see sometimes at
the door or window of a store had to
pass In going to and coming from my
work. Sometimes L would meet him
on the street looking down, and smiling
little to himself. He was thinking of
Alice Brent then, / suppose.
The clouded face of her listener then
broke into sunshine.
''Mary you knew me, then, when we
met in Ashcroft. Little hypoclite, why
didn't Won tell me?" - Is. tf
"'Tell you'll Why didn't you tell me
you had seen me before? Once, know,
you looked straight into my eyes. :
Which was the hypocrite, think your
We leave his answer, and the way it
was made emphatic, to the imagination
of the reader.
When Nelson's famous signal was
hoisted, England expects every man
to do his daty," two Scotchmen were
standing by. One pulled a long, sour
face, and said, ''Ech, Sandie, there's
nothing there about puir auld Scot
land" "Hoot, mOn," said Sandie,
Scotland kens well enough her BARNS
always do their duty. It's only hit te