The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-05-28

hands held Tesolutely on to the door
knob on the other side. Another
resolute pull, full of we'll directed
energy, and the two little hands sue
cumbed
The door flew open
BERTHE staggered back into the mid
die of the room, and Marion stood
there among the preserves, WoefUllg
confused, yet laughing WithaI, like
marvelously pretty mouse IN novel
sDecies IF tran sfFsH
0h,s Berthe, BERTHE, T.
She stopped suddenly, as her glance
met the eyes Of the tall stranger. She
stopped in the middle of the floor,
sehecked IN her instinct of Rightly
some still stronger instinct, and blush
ing ike a pink. moss rose down to the
very tips of her tapery, houry fingers,
that were so tightly interlaced, while
the blue eyes, half hidden by their
white lids, were full of sparkling
tears, and the mouth was Breaking
intOea tremHIous smile; for Marion
/. did not know whether she most
wanted to laugh or cry.
Sidney, oh, Sidney
He bowed gravely.
Until you introduce me to your
husband, Marion, I scarcely know by
what name to address you.
Ny husband !" repeated Marion,
wouderingly following the direction
of Sidney Pemplar's eye. Oh, you
mean BERTHE but be isn't, my hus-
+ band-he'sa my brotheri Herbert,
this Is Col Templar, who fought so
bravely.
Marion's face lighted up as she
spoke; she had forgotten all about
the preserve closet and bib apron
: Col. tTemplar, I 'mzglad to shake
hands with you, said straightforward
BERTHE. Marion has talked about
you many and many time-aye, and
cried. too, when she talked Of you. "
Bertiel2
Now she colored indeed deep,
deep crimson, like the red heart Of
pUmegranate blossom opening under
tropical skies.
+" But your husband, Marion?"
BERTHE Caryl broke into a genial
laugh.
What fellows you soldiers are for
sticking to one idea. Our Marion
isn't married
Not married? On, Marion"
He took her hand and looked visit
fully II to her eyes.
Marion, we we're very foolish
once, but I-think We are both wiser
now.
She did not raise her long lashes,
and he went on
But, Marion, the crippled, war
worn soldier, dare not ask the ques-
ion that the lover would have plead
ed SO earnestly once. .
She looked up now, with taars ~
ing brightly on. her flushed cheek.
Then I will ask It: Sidney, do you
care f0~ me still r
"Do Tcare for heavens sunshine2
Do | care for the blessed life that
beats within my own hearth Oh, Ma
rlon-minef mine forever, s....E
As he muFmured the tender words
close into her ear, Herbert Caryl, who
had been abstractedIy. spinning the
rolling pin round, brought it down on
the snowy pine IA ole with a bang.
- have 1t !! Fifty pounds year !.
What is fifty pounds year?'
questioned his brilliant sister.
- Why, the rent. to be sure"
Never mind the rest just now, Mr..
Caryl, said Colonel Templar, laugh
ing good humoredly
Oh, but it really IS fifty pounds
year, " said Herbert. solemnly; and
why, look here! what IS this
about?" A
For Marion had led Sidney Tenn
plar up to him, and was smiling, even
while the tears hung on her wet eye
lshes.
Will you love him very much,
BERTHE? Fort think he is going to
be your own brother.
Exactly like the last chapter IN
my novel, said Caryl, sagely. '.Shake
hands, Colonel. And now, Marion,
take care of him, for most of my Wrl-
ting is shockingly behindhandp 7
50 it happened upon that sunshiny
April day that Col. Sidney Templar
engaged not only house for has
Cousin Bertha. but wife for himself.
- Wen take down the bill, Bertie%
said Marion, demurely, because
Colonel Templar likes the house, aud
and I don tex aetly think showing
rooms Is your forte r.
Don t-y0p2 retQTted. Herbert.
NV 61ie s1ppose Colonel Temp ar.
had gone away VI th out seeing what a
very convenient closet that was where
the preserves are Kept!
But Marion made him 40 answer.
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