The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1866-11-27

bled there might be some excuse for her
black looks, but a little carelessness-
where's the great crime of it?"
"Mildred," he said the next morning
at the breakfast table, 'it's not very
busy day with me; suppose we go up to
Carrsdale ..an9 spend the afternoon with
your brother and his wife"
"And return in the evening train?''
eyes. Just imagine what splendid
day this will be for the old woods and
glens up there! l can almost fancy that
| can hear the yellow leaves drifting
down upon the moss. Besides I think a
little change would 40 you good; you are
beginning to look pale"
at would be very pleasant" said Mil
| ly, thoughtfully.
"Then suppose you meet me at the de-
pot at one precisely; the train leaves at
five minutes after one I"
"You will not disappoint me?"
"Disappoint you, goosey? what should
make me disappoint you? Remember
one precisely And now get me my hat
-JuGI6 u ulCc l1ibIo
The great black hand of the depot
clock was just touching the figure one as
Mildred Thorneycroft entered the door of
the passengers waiting room. She
glanced round eagerly-no Harry was
therel
at is FIVE minutes yet before the train
leaves-he may still be herep she tho't,
taking her seat where she could command
a view of any person who came into the
building.
The moments glided away; the passen-
gers crowded into the cars; the late arri-
walls ran breathlessly to secure seats, while
the earlier ones serenely surveyed them
from the car windows. There was the
usual hustle and turmoil attendant on the
departure of we'll populated train, and
finally the cars moved, one by one, out of
the depot, and Mildred still sat there
alone and unheeded.
The last car had been gone about three
minutes, when Mr.. Thorneycroft rushed
into the depot.
"HallO, Milly! it can't be possible that
the cars have gone! Why, | only stopped
half second in the street to buy news.
paper, and"
He stopped painting for breath, and
wiping the perspiration from his brow
with cambric pocket handkerchief.
"Its too badl Ideclare L m sorry, Mil
dred''
Milly did not answer; she had much
ado to keep back her rebelious tears, as
she thought of the golden October SUM-
shine raining down through the grand old
woods at Carrsdale, and the delicious
blue haze, wrapping the distant hill tops
in dreamy ipdlstiDctness. 1t aoas rather
hard to come back to the bricks and NOR
tar of city walls after this.
"I'll tell you what, Millyl you shan't
lose your excursion. I've got TO go to
Bury on business -morrow-it's a jolly
old country town up the Hudson-and
you shall 60 with me. There'll be no
mistake about it this time, for if I'm not
there we shall be non-suited, and 1 lose
the prettiest law case I've taken this
year"
Milly had stood silent, outlining the
pattern Of the oil cloth on the floor with
the point of her parasol, but she looked
up with bright smile as her husband
quit speaking.
"Thank you, Harry. I should like
that very much indeed"
"Sensiblel' thought Mr.. Thorneycroft,
as he went back to his Office, leaving Mil.
dred to retrace her footsteps SOLITARY
and alone" towards her home. "1m glad
there wasn't scene! Milly's dear lit
lie thing, but she's only a woman, and
women are unnecessarily fussy about some
thingsl"
Mildred Thsrneycroft 4 st her hus.
band that night with face as bright as
he could have desired. od
$50 we are really to have journey to-
morrow, Harry"
"No mistake about it this time, Milly
I wish you'd see that the servants have
breakfast half an hour earlier than us.
ual.
aWhat time does the train leave2'
"At eight"
''Is there only one train day?"
"Only one"
every WE'LL I'll see that the servants
are punctual."
Mr. Thorneycroft was awake bright and
early the next morning.
"Milly! Milly! wake up, child 1t is
nearly seyen!'' 81
"Nonsense, Harry! it cant be possibler
murmured Mildred, sleepily.
"But it is possible! Just glance a
the clock if you don't believe me!' :
"Yes--I'll be up in one minute. y
But when Mr.. Thorne geroft re-enter
ed the room after rushing up stairs t,
rouse the sleepy household, he fount
Milly's head nestled down against tn,
pillow once more, and the lashes droop
ling on her cheek.
| "Millyl Millyl you must get upf"
! And this time she obeyed his sum
mons.
| Mr.. Thorneycroft, for once in his lif
punctuaI to a second, vibrated between
kitchen and bedroom, tornenting Bird
Iget concerning the breakfast, and hurry
ling his wife's toilet with about equa
success in either quarter. Bridget, OBJ
stinate like the rest of her race, woult
mot be hurried, and Milly was astonish
lingly leisurely in her proceedings, ,takin;
Iher hair down twice after It was all pu
fIup, on account Of some fancied defect, an,
stopping to mend rip in har dress witt
stitches infnitesimally small.
So that between one delay and anothe
it was fully half past seven before the