The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1867-11-07

derS to her belt, and drawn PACK
from her brow with u blue ribbon.
Ard such bright curls as there we're
on her forehead and behind her ears
little rings. that the wind tossed
about her eyesl I used to think she
was the finest lady of them all, with
her sweet, pure ways, just as fresh as
a little child's. SO | do not wonder
that any cno could help loving Louie
Trvingham.
found out, suddenly, that John
loved hor-and that did surprise me
at 6rst. He used to drive the Hall
carriage, until he bought his yacht
for he loved the sea more than any
thing else. Miss Emily had old
Robert, who had been there ever so
many years; but John was so careful
anl steady that, from.his place in the
stables, Mr.. Alfred had him drive his
carriage. SO he knew Miss Louie as
we'll as |, ever since he used to carry
her in his arms, and hold her on the
backs of the horses, as she used to
ride. Then, when she grew older, it
was John who taught her to ride.
and went with her, aud think they
set one another's beauty oil, even II
it is foolish to say SO. But when |
found he loved her, l was a little
troubled.
1t was this ways. It was late in
the fall, and Joe was not back yet,
and the family Mt tho Hall were 10
leave that week for town, Miss Emily
aud all. | remember that day had
been sul'ry for September, the last
day Of the month, aud the SUI had
left the sky lurid, The SEQ was u 6ue
sight; the red sky bad given it a
firory look. and the green lights OF
the waves broke in bits Of opal like
form The sun showed a few smacks
aud a small craft tackiug against the
night breeze, and the beach had its
crowds Of finely dressed people from
the hotels to make the picture pret-
tier. knew Charlie was with his
father that cruise, aud I sat alone with
bit Of sewing on the doorstep The
very smell Of the salty air comes
back to me, the line of gray sea
where the sky met it, the sound Of
the waves, aud the smell of the few
late flowers in the little garden. The
house fronted toward the sea, the
cosy little place, warm aud snug il
winter: | tried to make it home like
for Joe. ~.f
l know sat that night quite late
till it grew too dusky to see. aud
let my work fall down on my lap. ]
think | was little sad, wondering i
ever should be anything more thai
a house. keeper for Joe ever see in
to the world that those crowds o
beautiful ladies lived in; ever be {
whit beyond the old sad life | led
never thinking how much il held an,
forgetting Charlie aud Joe would b,
all alone, you know. l felt a littl
bitterly as leaned my head down o'
my hard palm--how soft, and dainty
and jewelled those hands yonder
How finely clad those delicate limbs
and girls no younger than | wer
walking there with brave, strong low
ers in the twilight aud the fresh Sc
air. Would l ever have lover
Not Jem jenkins Tom Coles sure
VI, but lover who was full Of knowl
edge of books and men one VIII
knew all / yearnod to know one wh
could teach me what 1 craved on
who was strong aud brave, aud WhoI
I could trust--trust as much as
could have done just then |
My foolish head went down W ith
silly little sob into my lap, as
thought how vain aud useless m
hopes were. >ft
just then the gate. latch clicked
and in the gloom saw Johns tai
graceful iigare, with that quick, bris
step-like his words, sound aud fri
coming up the gravel walk. What
ever else had been dreaming of wa
lost as it came to me in a mad, will
whirl of sense; "Jenny, you loge thi
man, and he is the lover you dreal
of"
l laid my hot cheeks down int
my palms. At any other time h
would have noticed it; but he cam
steadily to me, and threw himse
down beside the steps on the gras
He often lay that way, with his hea
on his arm, in the cool, il there wer
no parties to 90 out in the yachts, @
when he came for u word of Joe, or {
cheer me. But tonight as | raise
my face, glad it was dark and fearfu
lest he heard my heart beat, [ caugt
low sob, short, aud, from the soun'
fearless, but a mans sob. 1t struc
me like a stab. felt pitifully wea
fear creeping along the veins aud Sc
tling above my heart. But it was N
way to face things, and sat quite still
till l was sure | could speak, in
broken, surge-like whisper.
els il Of Joe aud Charlie, john {
Then my voice broke quite down, an
| sat shivering in the damp win
with the hair wet and clinging abor
my forehead John sprang up fro
the grass and stood before me.
"How blind what a fool l ha'
, been !" But his hand on minc wi
> cold and shaky, aud his voice hoars
"No, Jenny, not that. Joe and Il
boy are quite well, and on their WI
back, for Christie Burns vessel is il
but-but--r his voice sinking ev,
lower, sit was a trouble of niue
trouble that seems like TO kill IN
I've hidden it. I've tried to bury
Q | even tried to be careless Of il.
a won't do. 1t is there. And no
vhen the last hope Is going forever
J | am quite boy, Jenny--I thong
1 Of you. | thought you might he
me, and Jenny. for Gods sake, Il
r. me what to do" i2N
}. There was a deen feeling in