The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1867-11-29

/ ger would have seemed very different
this gentleman pai ticularly so, from
/ his peculiar manner.
/ But | walked home that evening
with our pastor, and on the way he
told me quite romantic story of our
new organst. How at twenty he had
saved child from being crushed by
the heavy wheels of wagon driven by
a drunken man, and, in the act, been
so injured that it was for a time thought
he would never walk again except on
clutches How, at this, the girl he
loyed--a giddy butterfly, with neither
heart nor soul--had Tilted him, and
married some one else; and now, even
while suffering great agony at inter
walls, the young man began to study
music as profession, by which in his
crippled state he could support his
mother and himself
He had genius, Il Il succeeded
wonderfully" continued the clergy
man, and God has given him health
and strength again, almost miracu-
lousy and as for the girl, / believe
bat for those five long years which
kept him prisoner in his room and
gave him 50 much time to think. he
would have quite forgotten her. And
sometimes / believe, and his old moth
er also, that If he ever meets another
woman he can love, he will become his
old, light hearted self again"
Pretty, very pretty" he muttered.
Golden hair and blue eyes colored
Just as she was--and a good, sweet
girl Then with a start and newly
awakened look There's the parson.
age, Sophy; won't you come in and see
Mrs. Danbury p
But | was busy that night and could
not Besides, | wanted to think. The
new orgauist was different person
already IN my eyes. l felt sorry for
him and indignant with the girl, and
relolced that he was no longer very
lame as though had known him all
my life; and l hoped that he would
meet some new true love Abby Adj
air ?-no, she could not understand
HIM. Ruth Maitland or Bess Blauyelt?
nay, each had a suitor.
And then, being at home, / went to
the glass and looked at Sophy Norro-
way
Did Mr.. Danbury mean me Ihad
golden hair and blue eyes Perhaps l
was pretty; and | was sure that if l
had been that girl never, never
There the folly Of my thoughts burst
upon me: laughed aloud. Silly, silly
gr. cared nothing for that dark,
sad stranger; and he had not even
looked at me.
Not then; but / could not say the
same afterwar1. There came a time
when, lift my eyes when | would, | saw
his bent over me. Not an impairment
stare; a quiet. earnest look. as though
he were trying TO read me through,
he used to listen when spoke to 9th
ers, though bow very seldom convers-
ed with me; and once I fancied, chang
ed my seat under some pretence to
have me where he could zee me better.
At last, rs I sat sewing at home one
day. near the window, I lifted my eyes
and saw him coming up the garden
path
We talked that day Shy people
can only really converse en- tete-a-tetc.
And when he went away | knew him
and liked him.
The first time ever saw him smile
was when he looked back at the door
to say last word or two.
1t was very sweet smile, brimful of
kindness.
was just eighteen, he nearly thirty.
/ fell in love with him the sooner for
that. Yes, the secret is out A few of
those visits, half dozen of those long
quiet chats, and loved him fondly.
believed he loved me. | could not
help thinking so. Not that he ever
said anything, but looks and tones are
better signs than words sometimes. ]
was young and inexperienced; | trust
ed to them, perhaps, more than /
should. l never told any one my Sc
cret. but nursed it in joyful silence
When Thursdays came | knew should
see him, and the sky seemed brighter
than that of any other morning, and
Sabhaths were days of earthly hope
and iov to me; and whenever at homo
in the still evening, with grandpa
asleep in his easy chair, heard com
ing up the path that well known step.
with the little halt it had not quite lost
vet, my heart began to beat and my
cheek TO flush.
ooh, l loved him so ! l loved him
sol Words cannot tell how well l
loved him.
So, in those lonely days at home,
when l had little to do but think, l
built castles in the air, womanly cas-
ties, with his face in every scene, aud
almost without knowing it / was wait
ing for him to ask me to be his wife.
was quite my own mistress, old
grandpa would never say nay, and he
loved Andrew almost as we'll as / did,
and grandpa always humored me
The happiest memories of my life
are of that choir in the dim old church
Some day | may be old and blind and
deaf to outward things, but | shall al
ways be able to see that organ. The
olive face and dusky Spanish eyes bent
over the music, and the golden sun
shine falling over the sweet picture
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