The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1868-05-29

fwant to tell you something So said
Beatrice one evening to me as she peeped
in at my door.
TO be sure, Beatie, said +; and 1
|. brought out chair for her
mo, won't sit there. she said i
must have stool at yonr feet, a. fused 70
When I was child. There nov, put your
hand On my head, and let us talk.
sfrokesl the golden hair, aud turning
her face toward NE, saw that twas cloud
ed
We'll. Beatrice, what is it?' asked.
Didn't papa tell your she said.
Haven't you heard the news?'
No, l replied. What news
| This afternoon post brought word of
the death of papa's cousin, man ever so
disagrceable AID rich; and papa has come
into the property.
Indeed T said I. Then I must CON
gr tulate you, L suppose, and say am
very glad. a5L IL ss5
But am not gad, said Beatrice. "a
How So, Beatie 2 asked.
She was silent, taking my hand in both
hers, she gazed into my face, and then fall
tered, Don you know We must go away
| from here?'
Along while we sat hand in hand with.
out speaking What sort of life would |
live now? Beatrice would 90 into new
scenes, make new friends. llshould cease
to be first with her. No doubt she would
be very happy; no doubt, though remem-
bering me, she would find others whom she
would love as well, or nearly as well but
/! thrown back upon myself, what should
do? o. s.llae - .srfs 49,
: At last Beatrice rose, and said, with a
sigh, i think, when We are gone, you
ought to get married. p,.9 a8 s6
I started. Beatrice, the simple child, to
say this to me ,,-m IA -
You don't know what you are saying,
Beatie, replied grayely 1t is impossi>
bic I shall do that, for do not wish it,
Forgive mel she said L didn' mean
how lonely you would be when We are
charming wife'would be but indeed did
not mean to be unkind.' fia
The cnly reply l made was to ask her to
what her mother had to tell. ved
The end was, that the Trenches lett me
in possession of the house and business, and
they went to live at their seat, Wilton Alb
hey, in Hertfordshire
| l. CaU Sc Ocdti1Cc UOW dS Suc HCdluC u
take leave of me. She held her hat, with
its sweeping feather, in her hand, and her
eyes were misty with tears.
We have had pleasant times together,
Benedick, haven't we, and l hope we will
have more. You will come and see us,
won't your q -
Yes, Beatie, l hope So / replied.
And stay long while with us 2 she
said. If cam was my reply,
She put out her hand, and said, Thank
you for all you have taught me. Good.
bye, Beatie ; be very happy, and write to
me some ines.
That was all 1 said. / watched them drive
Off Beatrice, who would never be the
same to me again; Beatrice, who would
grow and change, and cease to be the child
had SO loved, and taught apd Influenced.
Distance may make the heart grow
tonder, but assuredly it does not make in
tercourse freer. often had letters from
Mrs French and Beatrice-lively, graphic
letters, too, they were; but, when months
years almost gune, | found that l
knew less of Beatrice than | did when she
lived at Silverton, and that, imperceptibly
and unawares, there was growing gulf
between us. She was young, fresh, gay (;
1 was daily becoming older, graver, more
unsociable; SO that between our lives there
was wide difference.
| Concluded nert geek.