Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1866-06-08

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but the next time Milly went up to the
HOllies she told me on her return, that
he had left the HollIes, gone away to that
dreadful India, and was never coming
back again" My heart echoed the words
but drew Milly to me and kissed her,
and tried to be patient and forget
l could not forget; my nature was ten
aeiOus of what had once taken hold upon
it, and the course of our lives was too
uniform and monotonous to permit change
and variety their usual influence /
scarcely knew, after Mark went away,
their course was so unmarked, and every
thing seemed so unchanged. At first
used to shiver at the chance mention of
Mark Suthsrlands name at the Hollies
that passed, and | pined to hear of him
with longing seldom satisfied. They
ceased to speak of him after a while, as
people do of long absent friend, and by
degrees it seemed as if he was only re-
membered in one poor WOman's heart
who almost came to think Of him too, as
If he had been removed by death. So
that, when one day Milly came back from
the Hollies, and said as she united her hat
and threw 1t down, Hester, guess who
in the world do you think came to the
Hollies last night?" not even my thoughts
suggested the right person.
No, no, said Milly, as I named one or
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who went away to India years ago l was
a mere child at the time, but remember
ed him instantly compliment he did
not return by the by, though, when he
heard who l was, he asked for you"
Years ago, was it, since Mark went
away? All as Milly spoke it seemed
only yesterday. The joy, the sorrow, the
old pains, so freshly new. were throbbing
so wildly once more at my heart. He had
not quite forgotten me, but did he remem-
Der me as / rendered him
Il do believe you have forgotten all
about him, Milly went on, "and let me
tell you [ wonder at that, for I remember
he used to be so fond of talking to you,
Hetty, and he is the kind of a man that
women may be proud of attracting, none
the less because he cares very little [
should say, for women in general"
Really, Milly, dear, you seem to have
studied his character very closely, con-
sidering this was your first acquaintance
with him"
She laughed, blushed, and threw back
her beautiful golden hair.
mo, don't know that I have. He
devoted himselftO me good deal this
evening, and [ couldn't help forming my
opinion, you know. There Is to be a CO.
| quet party tomorrow at the Hollies, and
| Mr.. Sutherland made me promise to come
up, and bring you if you would come, but
t / told him beforehand that l knew you
would not, knowing your dislike to that
| deleetable means for the promotion OF
/ flirting.
And after this it happened that Milly
either went or was sent for, nearly every
/ day up to the Hollies-where, indeed, she
was very much In the habit of going,
while I, who had long ago ceased to care
for any companionship except my sister s
] L ],
| Mark Sutherland once, and yet dreading
with sickening dread, to meet the care
less estranged glance of the dark eyes
that had looked once into mine full Of
| love.
1t seemed that Mark not unfrequently
accompanied Milly part of the way home,
but he never came near enough to our
| cottage for me to catch even the most
distant glimpse of him, and my little sis
ter had somehow ceased to talk of him
after the first. So, though [ still knew
that he staid at the Hollies, he might
almost as well have been across the wide
ocean as far as L was concerned. And
yet-oh, no the sense of his presence
seemed borne to me upon every breath
of the sweet summer air f1oated into my
room. I could not sleep at night nor
rest calmly by day, and often, while Mil
ly was with her friends, used to wander
out, scarce needing where l went, Impa-
tient only of rest
One day, when this terrible yearninR
was upon me, / took my sketchlng mate
TIaIs, from the force of habit, and set
out to walk to q pretty wood at some dis
: tance The cool green fragrance of the
leafy shadows was grateful after the glar-
ing sunshine and L sat down to rest where
they felt coolest. But a sudden round OF
laughter and merry voices close at hand
startled me and not waiting to see who
they were, I got up and fed swiftly down
the darkest and most tangled OF the paths
that branched away into the heart OF the
wood. I soon left the merry voices fan
behind me and slackenIng my walk, wan.
dered on, dreamy and sOrbed as ever
till, suddenly turning into another path
[ saw what caused me to stand still anC
forget everything but what my eyes look
. ed upon, Mark Sutherland yes, Mark
! older, darker, thinner, but Marx himself
All, how the green marsh and the wind
ing sea wall, and the lark singing high II
the sky, all foated before my eyes, as
saw the downward bend of his statel.
} head to look into the face beside him
2 the face that looked up again to his, will
/ those candid blue eyes, and a smile OF
the soft parted lips. The smile seemed t.
> reflect itself upon Marks grave face 70
an instant, and then he took up a littl
! hand lying on his arm, and kissed it ten
: derly. I looked no longer. l cTep
> away stricken with a dumb anguish,
dreadful sullen despair, and went home
I for I knew the candid blue eyes, tn
e sweet smile and the golden hair, and the
e were my sister Millys. Oh, had no
J done enough? Had not sacrifice
y enough was my cup not yet so full bu
I that this bitter drop must be added to it
: overflow.
y So [ cried out my anguish and it wa
:, long before better thoughts came to me
or that coming, l could hold them hrml
. and take comfort. But by-and-by l ros
p from where had thrown myself doWr
4 and sat by the window to watch for Nil
,ft II. She came along presently In the quiC
= evening light and I looked at her with N
= eyes freshly opened. 1 had never "
- ceased to think Of her as a child but
- realized In one minute that that child Ws
y a woman I looked at the beautifl
- fresh young face, and voluntarily glance
- at the reflection of my own in the miro
= opposite. I never could have been in n
- best days what Milly was, and now
w turned away with sigh from the lmaG
y of that faded woman, with pale lips an
: weary dark eyes.
M Milly came in the next instant, thre
ne off her hat, and coming up beside m
y took my face between her soft hands, lOOl
I ed into it, tenderly for a minute, the
I kissed me, and sat down with her ar
o. round me.
l "Het, my dear, I have something 70 te
ut you, she began, with a strange tremble
ny her voice, though she was smiling, TO
IS wonderful thing, | don't think "
L would ever guess 1t. =.
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