The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1868-10-23
Misre llanenns.
THE SILVER TOKEN.
"TIIERE TinniN

"THERE Tinau'
Mr.. Bruce Medway triumphantlS
held up two semi circles Of silver in tn,
air, so that they might be aurc To make
a sufficient impression on ErneStin,
Cady's blue eyes, and smiled with the
eXultant satisfaction of one wht
feels that he has accomplish he'd his mis-
sion!
II" was bright. earnest-lo )king
young fellow, with gray-brown eyes
and a square firm moulh--not hand
some, but very manly; and rs he SAT
there on the green woodland hank with
the hair thrown back from his broad
forehead, and the Sunshine mrrorcd in
his eyes, sou felt inslinctively that hc
was ono who would make his way in
the world, no matter what obstacle
might intervene.
Ernestine Cady stood leaning against
the gnarlcd, mossy trunk of an i'm
mense chesnut-trce, with her little feet
half buried in plulnes of nodding, fra
grant ferns-a rural picture In blue
muslin and fluttering azure ribbons.
She was very pretty, with the delicate
bloom and freshness of a flower--a flow
er that winds and frosts have never
touched.
"Didn't | tell you | should do it,
Tina ?"
Erntstine took up the little file thai
lay on the bank.
81 thought it an impossible task with
such an implement as that ~
Nothing is impossible" returned
Bruce sententi0usIy, as he passed a bit
of narrow blue ribon through hole
in the broken piece Of silver. "Will
! you lei ne tie it round your neck,
! Tina ~
"What for ?" But she stopped her
pretty head AS she spoke, and let him
tic the knot beneath a cataract of pale
gold cur!-.
And | shall wear the other next my
heart. They are amulets, Tina charms
YOU choose so to phrase it That sill.
vCr piece carries my allegiance with it,
Tina, If ever any cloud comes between
us-if ever we are separated"
"Rruce !"
"Such things have happened, dear
est; huI, nevertheless, in any event
this broken coin shall be q token and 8
summons to me, wherever l may be-
whatever Fate may have in store
} Dnu't ifpI- ~ ,rro yn my, littlo blrnhi, Il
IL il SO very wrong to mingle bit o
romances in our everyday life? Wher,
are your flower? it is time we wer,
returning"
Through the green shifting shadow,
Of the woods, with blood-red streams o
sunset light ripping along at their feet
and delicious Odors Of moss and ferl
and hidden flowers rising up around
the two lovers walked homcward
Bruce Midway never forgot the bright
ness OF that drowsy August afternoon.
".>hc will come--I am sure she vii
comet"
The dew lay like y rain of dimond
on grass and shrub, Rs Brncc walked NJ
and down the little pathway by Tn,
hidden spring, watching the round re,
shield OF the rising run hanging abov
the eastern horizon. And then he look
ed at his watch.
"Tho train will he due in nine min
utes. Surely Tina will not let me leav
her without one rcconcling word /
we could but live the last week owe
again! Hush that must be her foot
step on the moss"
He stepped forward, with a gla,
flushed face, and then the chill white
ness OF despair bianched every feature
as the brlght-eyed little squirrel, who's
tiny tread over leaves and acorn-cup
had deceived him, glided swiftly acros
the belt Of sunshine into emerald shad
, ow. Bruce Midway stood an instan
with HIS brow contracted and his arm
folded on his breast. Was he bidding
, farewell to the bright summer that wa
past ?
And the shrek of the coming trail
, sounded through the blue purity @
the air, and the last, little faint spar
kle Of hope in the lovers breast die,
. out.
Tina had not come-Tina had forgot
ten him. Wen, so let 1t be.
And what was Tina Cady doing Il
the fresh morning brightness?
She was very rosy and pretty In he
trim calico dress, with pink ribbons a
her throat, aud pink verbena hangin
low in her golden coils of hair-ver
picturesque as she reached up her han
to break off spray of spicy honey
suckle.
al wonder If Mr.. Bruce Midway ha
come 10 his senses yet" thought Tin
E with a toss of her head. ~ shan't moa
ure my actions by the rule and plumm,
of his lordly will, can assure him.
al | pont ia dirt xuith Diarna Ma,hn,,,