The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1867-10-10

I1ltlC WITH llAcul UOSAs
awe are to have . boarda ior the
SUMNER Mrs Armstrong sa when
she had emptied my strawbeIs. He
comes next week. He was diving by
to-day, and the place pleasedlim, and
seeing US in the garden, he spped and
petitioned to come here. Heianephew
of Judge Woodward, in the net town
so there's no doubt about hiAeing all
right and he'll pay in advice. He
didn't seem to mind price at al
"'Saw you Is he passcdT asked,
carelessly.
"'It was Bessie he saw first but she
called ME, and we both talked WITH him.
Indeed, he came in for awhih aud a
p!easanter spoken yonng ~" -" n>yer
"Not that night would / ao,,;,o bessie
out into the moonlight to heal -. =, s.ory.
A flash of second sight seemed 10 illumi~
nate my vision. would wait, at any
rate, until this danger scented in the
air had come and past.
zone evening, the next week, made
an errand over to the widows cottage
They were all sitting in the porch out
side, over which the Madeira zines
rioted, filling the air with an almost op-
pressive fragrance. The boardeS Mr..
Hemmingway, was there-a ffrcer-
looking man than one often sees and
yet with an expression in his blacA eyes
and about his naughty lips which did
not like. It was a face which kept its
own secrets. You might gaze forevtr in
to those eyes, and see only the reflection
Of yourself there as in looking-glass. -
Still he was very hansome, and he look
ed so cool and elegant in his speckles
white linen suit, that felt, in my hot
black broadcloth, like an awkward boor
Nor did his conspicuous attempts to pu,
me at my ease help the matter. There
was an air of condescension about him
which stung me, and made it impossi
bic for me to iemain in his presence
So went away, feeling rs if left my
dove in the power Of the fowler.
II did not sec much, through the sum
mcr, OF either the widow or Bessie
felt myself in the way whenever 1 Wen
there, and Mr.. Hemingway gran,
airs We're more than chose to endure
My only hope was that Bessie was not
grand enough lady for him to want +
marry her.
II went over early one Septelnbe
morning with basket Of pears.
thought my tine gentleman would nc
have left his bed, and | should see tn
widow, and possibly Bessie, for few
moments, without the oppression of hi
| presence. At the door Mrs. Armstrong
stood, her face stained with weeping
wringing helpless hands. When Sh,
saw me she drew note from her pocket
and gave it to me silently, as ifshe daret
not trust herself to speak. 1t was il
Bessie's writing--a few most fond an.
tender words, but yet farewell. Sh'
was going away with Mr.. Humming
way, going to be his wife. She had no
asked any consent for fear of refusel.-
She had thought it easier to get away
like this, without the misery of any Sc
parting. She knew her mother woul'
forgive her, for she knew how her moth
er had loved her. AS / read, it seeme
to me my very heart turned to gall an
bitterness. When I handed tho not
back to her l said-it frightened m
afterward to remember it.
Good will curse her. She has 70:
saken her best friend, and he will fol
sake her.
"Mrs. Armstrong shuddercd.
"'Oh. Giles!' she said, 'for the love {
heaven don't you say such awful things
1t wasn't Bessie's doing-it never We
Bessic's doing. My girl loved he
mother. want you to go after then
They would have to wait till eigl
o'clock at Pentonville before they coal
get the train, and there's almost an hot
left. Don't you think you could do it
II looked into the white, despairil
f face, where just this one ray of hol
, cleaned. 1t was ten miles to the ca
, station, but l would try.
t give minutes before car-time l ro'
u rocking horse into rcntonville. The
) stood upon the depot platform
: naughty, and storing, and masterful
: eyer, she clinging to his arm shrinkin
t ly and timidly, yet with fondness
/ understood, and which pierced me
: the soul. / went up to her.
Bessie l said, you are brealzi
your mothers heart by leaving her
t this way. Only come back, and
: married there. You need not fear tn
i she will oppose you. Only bid /
4 good-by, only kiss her once more a
n take her blessing-that is all she ask
e For Gods sake, don't leave her Ii
e this
! "Tears swan in Bessie's eyes a
! overfiowed on her pale, pretty cheeks
e She looked imploringly at her lover
s 'Oh, Gerard heard her say; and th'
a he bent his head to catch few wol
more, so lowly spoken that / could OF
@ gather their import from her plead