The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1868-09-18
Misfellaueuas.
LOISE TIE.

Il was divine May morning, when set
out to walk to Sunmerfield, and felt moro
hopeful Of success than had ever done be-
fore. had determined that that day should
decide my fate. All through the winter and
the early spring ] had loved Loiset,e, and a
hundred times I had longed and yearned to
tell her so, and to ask her to be my wife,
and each time something's could hardly
say what-s,ruck me silent.
She liked me, knew; bur did she love
me; Something in her eyes seemed to
lead the to hope she did Such eyes they
were. loving and tender, and shy. When
looked into their so0 depths, all the most
descriptions Of eyes ! had ever
read, used to come across me, les portes de
ramow,"' des blasts donr CONNIE Us yeur;"
above ull, Calleron's tender refrain,
Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
When see looked Mt me with those eyes,
then !, seemed to me might "tell her oil
that was in my heart" and take her to
mine unforbidden. But the next moment,
rs if she guessed and half feared my
thought. she turned away slyly, and her
manner altered, and my heart shrunk back
in fear and sorrow.
But at las, fslt could endure this sus-
pensc no longer. must know the best or
the worst. Il she were to be mine, such a
home and such life rs ! had planned, and
hoped and dreant of, ever since l first
knew her. should be prepared; it she were
not for me. then should leave England,
and break away from that and all other
home ties. and try to beir il like n man,
somewhere away IRON all that should I'M.
man me.
But that May-day, as I started forth and
walked along briskly through the up and
down lanes Of the lovely llertionlshire
)kouniy-now shut in between banks tufled
with ferns, over iun with the exquisite,
small. .lcaved ivy. crowned with lavish May;
now emerging upon sweeps OF hill and..dips
Of valley, crossing commons abla.e with
gors., traversing woodland paths where
biuebclls spread their sheets Of azure, and
lingering primroses starred messy banks.
Heaven. how | remember !, all That
May-day hope seemed as strong, and as full
Of spring and life and vigor, n, my own
limbs. strodc on, thinking Of the eyes
that would look up their son welcome to
mine, and Of the warm little hand that |
would clasp, and perhaps then claim rs my
own, my very own, while life should last.
II seemed to me that such feelings could
not but be prophetic.
"lf I find her in the garden" I thought,
II will look upon ], az good omen. !
will not let the time so by, but will seize
the opportunity and speak to her ut once"
lgOt to the cottage and opened tho gar
den gate. As I stepped inside saw her,
a little way down ths path, in her dainty
morning. gown and broad garden hat, fill.
ing the basket that hung on her arm with
flowers, and softly singing to herself l
stopped on the lawn. wanted to come
upon her unswares, and test the effect of
my sudden appearance, which could not
if the sound Of my GOO, on tho gravel
should betry my approach; thus | got
close to her before she knew was near.
She started violently, and the blood rushed
to her cheek. The sligh,es, thing would
bring it-l have seen her flush at the sud.
den rising Of bird from the thicket. Tho
next moment she smiled and held out her
hand. a0h. Is Il you! You startled me.
had no idea anybody was near" and the
sweet eyes were raised to mine trustinsly.
"Wont you come in ?"
~No,i may stay out-unless You are
tiredf"
"oh no. J am never tired Of being in
Tho garden. So you'll help IN. to r.,her
my flowers. See, you can reach nm ,o
'ho.e sprays Of housy~ekle 70, .ous Of
the bess, tho rosiest. fov me-"
"Ah, how delicioas! =" she ..,a. ,,h.r.-
the fragrance with deep ees,a,ie iusu;,,,;..
and she held up to me The b,o..om I'M,
had juss touched her face. I kis,ed N,
flower; took the hand ,hs, held |, (, toll
her an had to tell. She stood ssill, he,