Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1868-05-22
''she did not accept ne, . I SAID.


''She did not accept me-" SAID.
tFhe naughty mink l" said my
mother. e." Then she burst iutS
/ tears
aAnd that's 10 part US 9'' she said.
MOT II you'll 20 with me- 1 answer.
But she would not leave her home
l and I ven alone In the frosty morn.
! ing, as I turned to look back at the lit.
/ tie village, from the top of the old
| stage, I SAW the little children fling ia
at Ille school house door, and caugnt q
4 glimpse OF Hepsy's dress beyOnd-onIv
a fold of her dress, but ] knew il. The
bell was ringing but It did not say
4 ssturu again, . to me as it should have
doneg had been such prophet as
/ Whlttington.
L made my fortune. I had a cousin
/ in New York who was deep in the lnys
teries Of Wall street. BE helped me ;
50 did luck or fate. In i've years ]
was q moderately rich man. Nv moth
or wanted nothing but my presence.
She would not come to me, but she
urged me TO return to her.
AT first my heart was too weak 10 be
trusted among those old familiar
scenes. To have met HPpsy would have
been too mueh TO bear. But time helps.
At the end Of aye years ] wrote 70 nly,
g ana coming home akaib, sfuos you
gzlll not iYs s, here Rflth me. .f Expect me
And on the morrow went. Nv
su0fhsr had not Nkfered much, but
mad grown q long light beard, inc aFas
s youth no longef--a fact which fn8u-
bled her. There were ellanRes in tht
laace too GIrLs were ulArried-Old
nsssipis dead. he 6aIiest haudsufDesf
- accident, and crawled about
W-ret chea cripple. The church was re-
built, and tue nuts in the hollow had
been burned. "A factory bad arisen
and The factory PEOPLES. HOUSES Werf
about it. Iusbead OF the old frame
school house was a brick building win
alAnY windows and q cupOla.
Who WAS the teacher? Was she
there-Hepsy Harrow3 dared no,
ask.
Idly sauntered about the house.
painted and refBrnished now and idly
IN the evening of my second day al
home, went ont to the shed where the
lIt,le red sleigh stOOd-the shabby OLD
thing, with a red patch on tha cushions
SIT amt been touched since yOu left.
Almou," sad my mother. "POOr old
DObb n! How smart he used to take il
round felt as if I'd lost a frienG
when he died. Remember my pAtchln'
the cushion 2''
She lifted it as she spoke. From be-
hind it dropped some; hing. What ?
Of leather, blue with mold, crushed bI
O. long lying under the cushion, but q
rpticule for ali Ghat. He's sy Harrow's
reticule I opened it. There lay a
comb and brush an artificial rose
now well remem bered it ia her hair
and my letter. Yes, my letter, that sht
0ad never seen, never known of.
whats the matter, Almon ?" asked
my mother.
AT is Miss Harrow's reticule.'
'tShe must have lost 1t when yOu took
her q sleigh riding" said my mother.
Gust like her, TO lose IL and not know,
extraYaganJ critter. She's teaching yet;
likely G0o--she amt married no doubt
slre'u be an old maid, and serve hel
right"
The rest my mother said to herself,
for waited for no more.
took the reI1cule in my hand and
went over to the long forgotten path
toward the school house. School WAS
over. figure stood alone near the
gate. I did not know IL at first Bu
on a nearer view found it a more ma
iure edition of HepsY HarrOW's slen.
der fraIHe-nOt so slender now, bui
pretty-jusG as pretty in the face, and 1
fresh and buXom.
/ walked up TO her. She gave me I
puzzled look. Then her cheek flushed. |
'sMr. Craig 2" she said.
eyes, Miss Harrow 1 answered. 81 /
am here TO restore your property. Yon 4
lost q Tetlcule in my sleigh i've year. i
ago. To-day found it. There is some
thing in il which I asked you to look al /
when you were alone. / make the re-
quest now. May I see you this even /
iug?"
She bowed, walked away.
That evening went once more to see
her. She had been weeping the letter
aV upou her knee.
s'Such an odd relic of those foolish
.imes," she said.
took her hand.
tsYOu never answered it, Bepsy.' ]
said. evil you answer il now ?"
CATER all This time ?"
'fYes," / said.
Size said nothing, and kissed her.
Our wedding day was quiet one,
ma our lives have been quietly happy |
rom that day 10 the present hour.