The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1867-11-28


Yet it's waves shall bear me on;
Though the desert should surround me,
It hath springs that may be wOnr"
he felt an impulse to make true each asser-
tion, to be borne on to high pdsih5nj to
drink Of every fount of knowledge, nor
pause by an oasis till far beyond the
bounds of the desert. "And when this
shall be accomplished" d" he unused, al will
be worthy to ask this radiant girl to enjoy
the harvest of reward with mes''
Willie Hamlin thanked Miriam for Civ
ing them so much pleasure, and told Mr..
Haywood that he was enviably situated
that it was bliss enough for any man to
have the privilege of teaching her.
The day waned, as the longest day must
and at the gate they bid goodbye to the
visitors, and watched them till the last We
hicle turned into crOss-road that hid it
suddenly from view.
''Poor dears ! Seems strange that they
can go away SO mcrrily from their old pa
rents. But it's the way Of the world,
reckon. I did the same when Jared and
Invent back to the home-plsce. It's 1atur-
al, after alI.and ought to be thankful to
see them sohappy, but it's hard to be all
alone in old age. I must go in though.
It's getting late and the dew's falling :"
and with a sigh, Mrs. Clyde turned to go,
but Miriam threw her arms around her,
and held her fast, while she lay her head
on her bosom.
"oh, Grandma, don't talk so ! will new
er leave you-indeed won't! 10 one will
be half so dear!"
"Not even WtIlief" questioned Grandma,
with n twinkle in her eye. 81 was not
murmuring, my dear. It is right and
proper. They love me none the less, only
a new and different affection is given to
their husbands, which, though stronger,
in afliction, is not frmer through life.
And when you become Mrs. Hamlin, you
will still be to ME my own little Miriam,"
and she laughingly imprinted a kiss on
the young girls brow and left her with
Mr.. Haywood, who had been a silent spec
tator of the scene.
When they two were together, there
were no awkward pauses, or a searching
for something to say. Ifindeed there was
silence, it was of that soothing kind, better
than eloquent words.
Such a silence ensued, broken only by
the falling of sere leaves, or rustic of the
boughs, as the November breeze encoun-
tered them in its onward course.
Miriam wore thoughtful look, gazing
ont over hill and valley, till she turned to
Mr.. Haywood and found him resting his
head upon his hand, while his arm was
supported by the arched gate. frozqr,
seemed to shade his brow, that was usual
ly unclouded. She went up close beside
him.
"You look troubled, Mr.. Haywood
Don't think of care on Thanksgiving"
He smiled a very little, and smoothing
the waves of her brown hair, he answered:
81 was only thinking how happy the
day had been. You are an orphan, as
7 am, but you have family ties, and what
have nOt-G home. Men are Thought bo |
care little of such things after they once 90
into the world. There was never a great
er mistake, and when recolIect that very
soon I must leave this lovely spot, more
like home than any other, it is no won
der that wear a respondent look"
"I never thought of that, and oh, I'm so
sorry for youl But you know you are al
ways welcome here. Come and see us
every year, and call it coming home to
your grandparents and sister. Won't you
now, Mr.. Haywood? Say yes, and I will
look for you every Thanksgiving"
The innocent face looked up pIeasingly
into his; her eyes. were full Of tenderness,
and if he drew her to him and walked
with her hand clasped in his, to the house,
and into the parlor, it was no moro than
a brotherly act; but as they sat down by
the fireside, he answered: ....rH
eyes, expect me every year at this time,
till you become Mrs. HamIin."
Spring came. The past winter had been
redolent with happiness, and now sweet
kept John Haywood COM
pany, when he took respite from labor
He had gone up to the cirv, and was sue
ceeding in business beyond his most san
guine expectations. Months rolled away.
He had heard nothing from his country
friends. Miriam was young yet. He {
would not write to her till after his prom
sed visit in November. He was think
ing Ofthis, turning the daily paper, when
his eye fell upon the marriage of William i
FIamlin and Miriam Clyde! Well, it was
no surprise. but the future was robbed of
many bright fancies his dawning success
seemed a failure. But time, that heals =.
every wound, was the great physician that +
came to his aid. lie had lived oil through ,
a decade of years, respected and courted ,
yet homeless still.
Just at this point, John Hay :
wood reused from his revery came f
back to himself, after his faithful re- :
view of by-gone days, threw the halfsmok-
ID cigar out ofthe window, lighted anoth-
,r, and soliloquized:
"WOnder what has come over me? BE-
ieve I'll go down to the country and see
hem aII-NIiriarn, and Willie and their
children. Bless me Thursdays Thanks
the time was to 90 if she
no difference-TII go any,
low. Have just time to get there, t65.
or the nearest stations twenty miles off
md riding in the Old-fashioned way is de-
estably slow"
An hour after he had left the hustle of
ife in the metropolis, and sped onward to
he cars, looking out with new interes
lpon nature in her gorgeous autumnal at
ire. The church bell rang out gladstone
,eals, which seemed to say, "give thanks
i've thanks to God most highr' as he
Rove into the village where the Clydes
vUrshiped.
"I may as well stop here and see nv old in
riends,' he said, as he lighted from his ii
arriage. .,
They came up, meeting and greeting
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