The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-06-22

So % tH imr4 s. RAd sNtl~r e.lii, DIS Fota
broaght a, comforts 70 tae helpless
mother untH She djei and home and
81 the advantages q wealth % the lt,
tlg sisters Aid no~ wilh her husband
iUo years IN h.s grave, Mrs Logan
went freely into society agsin
"saeh lovely woman men always
aii When speaking of her And Scott
Goldrick endorsed tbe verdict when be
met her al reception one evening and
the hostess supposing them TO be IN
soqumuted, presented them.
II was the Olive Burnett Of seven
years ago smiled to him, as she said to
Mrs Lake.
"Mr Goldrick and am very old
friends"
Il never forget" was the sweetly
grave reply.
But somehow, even with this hat,er-
ing beginning, they did not seem to
make much progress in the renewal OF
their old ocqnaintaneeship. Meeting
often, as they did at party and bali re-
ceptions, at concert and theatre and
opera, there was always an indefnable
something, distance between them.
and il was quite at the close OF the
winter that calling one morning on
Mrs. Logan, to make his adeu before
leaving town, Scott Goldrick fingered a
moment as he bowed over her hand mt
parting, half jestingly, but yet in ear
nest, too.
DO you remember the old school
house y
eyes, rem mber | am going out
there on purpose to SEQ it this coming
summer
"And /, too. Who knows but we
shall meet?'
It was in the midst Of the August
heats that Mrs, Logan, paid flying
visit to Ryefeld, procured the key OF
the old school-house empty nov for the
summer vacation walked down
there alone one afternoon to look at it.
Tho door swung rustily upon its
hinges as she entered aud looked curl
ously about 1t was not the cleanest
place in the world, for coat OF dust,
raised by the last sweeping, had set
tied over everything ; but the rough
coated walls looked as familiar as ever,
and the glazed maps hanging down
there, and the nupainied wooden
benches 1t was in chat corner Scott
Ooidrick used TO SIT -o,d repapher.
ing, u.,.- :. oGoliGcuoas rushed over
her, and she sat down in the lowback
chair aud laid her hand down npon
the pint table, just as she had done
that evening more than seven years
ago
Sitting there buried in thought she
did not hear the footsteps shat crossed
tile threshold that paused there at
the door, and then came to her, while
voice said
Miss Burnett, | am going away
Will you bid me good bye?"
She looked up with little cry-tt
meet a pair Of clear hazel eyes, to see
before her bright handsome face, ant
heavy waves Of chestnut hair.
You are really hear, Mr. Goldriek
could almost believe that the old day
had come back again.
"You used to call me Scott, then, h
said significantly, coming around ant
kneeling on one knee beside her chair
'fYou are not pale now, so / shall no
sprinkle your face with water" glanc
ing at the empty cup standing ther
on the table, "but should like to hayl
your head ON my shoulder again"
She made a movement to rise, but b
detained her.
"Dont be offended, Olive, he sal,
earnestly. Il made confession Of m
sins last night, let mo make anothe
confession now. | think / began t
love You that evening, but | was DO
and did not understand my heart.
know now that love you, Your fac
has always been before me as the sweet
est in the world. You sent nae ava
from you then, Don't be SO cruel agaiI
| want to stay with you always, Oliy'
| want to be Your husband. May i ]
FJr answer she pat up her whit
hands aud drew his head down upo
her shoulder. And the brown wal
must have opened eyes in astouisl
ment, II eyes they had, to see SEQ
Goldrick kiss the biushiug little womal
You see when man falls in love fS
the first time in twenty seven years
il apt to be desperately in earnest
, And in the gathering gloom Of tw
light they locked the door of the ol
echoolaoase behind taem and turne
their steps homeward, not teacher al
pupl noW. bat plighted husband az
wifo.
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