The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1869-09-29
DNEsDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 20. 1863 I'll Nol2 ISsS

Tina put up her lips to kiss the bluff
face of her father in an distracted sort
of way. She hardly saw him as he
stood there. ...... .'........'..,''. 80
"Oh, by the way, Tina, 1 forgot to
give you this note last night. 1t was
left by the hotel porter. Really, I be
| lieve my memory isn't quite as it used
to be-" go ...... .'.'
| Tina caught the note from her IA
theirs hand, and broke it open with a
fevered haste, ~ ~!
''The train leaves at seven p She
saw the words as wildly as if they had
been in characters Of jagged fire, and
as she read them, the clock, halfway
up the wide, oldfashioned staircase,
struck eight. 80,
| 1t was too late-too latei ~ ''.''
A sharp thrill of agony at her. heart
was stifed by passionate feeling Of
resentment. .''.''.' -''
II will let him CO." she SAID to her
self. Il would not move finger to
keep him." 80 '~ .,' -'
But when Bruce Medway's earnest,
appealing letter came day or two af-
terwards, Ernestine folded it quietly
within blank envelop, without
breaking the seal, and sent it back.
| Verify, women are strange enigmas
even to themselves! Ernestine her
self could scrcely have told why she
kept the broken silver coin-but she
kept it: ~ ! IN. ,..,. ' .-
The short, threatening October day
was drawing to close the fiery belt
across the western sky was flaming sui
lenly athwart the skeleton woods, and
shedding a sort Of aiireole around
Ernestine Cady's slender figure, as she
hurried through the yellow, rustling
drifts Of fallen leaves, carrying the
heavy basket on her arm. ~ 7'- bra
just as pretty as the rose Tina of
two years since, but paler graver, and
more sedate. Trouble had besieged
the family since their migration to the
gland domains of the far West Tina
had learned the serious part of life's
lesson, and she had learned it well. D
She lifted the latch of rudel;y CON
structed log house, and entered with
assumed cheerfulness on her face.
''How are you now, father ?'
''Better, think. Come to the fire,
Tina, you must be cold" a.
"Not bit. Has mother come back
yet ?' ~. ...-t H-."
mo Its very strange she stays so
long. l suppose Mrs. Ebbcts has a
great deal to say, though. don't
wonder your mother is glad to get
away from a sick room for while"
He spoke little bitterly, and Tina
wince] as she listened, knowing that
her mother had made an excuse Of
some neighborly errand to dispose in
the nearest village of such little odds
and ends of gold chains, pins and rings
as yet remained to their diminished
estate. Was there anything wrong in
this pious fraud? Tina almost thought
there was. -- .-.... -...-.... id.
1t was not pleasant to be poor. -
"Shc will be home soon," said Tina.
fOnly sec what basket full. of cram
berries l have gathered out in the
swamps! This will make the barrel
full, and Mr.. .Signet has promised to
send it to New York with his. Don't
they look like red jewels, father? And
the money will buy you n new coat"
He smiled family.
II think you had better buy my lit
tie girl new dress. Shall l help to
pack them over! !''- 7s.i &c. = .--.'i Hi
1 had rather do it myself, and you
must try and sleep awhile .".H
Half an hour later Tina came
through the room with scarlet shawl
thrown over her head, and wistfully
scarlet look in her eyes. .--.
"4ou say you are going out again,
my child p ...- - . ,a.s p ,.1-o.
"Only up the cranberry swamp, IA
ther, it isn't dark yet; II have lost
something" s I.,..-t ,- aer-.
GA ribbon, or collar, I suppose"
said Mr.. Cady to himself as he lay
watching the crimson glare of the Oc-
tober sunset while Tina, putting aside
the low tangled bushes, and search
ing bits of rank swamp grass, was re-
peating to herself, in quick nervous
words: p,r.tf rni HI-sra'i u.pi i
"How could Hose it? oh, how
could l be SO careless?' r-rt T.t-i
% But the search was all in vain, and
the chill twilight sent her home, dis
pirited and unsuccessful. And Ernes-
tine Cady cried herself to sleep that
night, just because she had lost the
broken \. silver COIN 20 s...a..1g ).
"You'll be sure to come, Mr.. Med
way L want to introduce the success
full author to my friends. You are to
be my lion. You will comet"
eyes, L will come, if you wish."'
Bruce Medway went dreamily on his
way, and Mrs. Lyman whispered to
one of her fashionable friends that she
was quite sure Mr.. Midway has been
crossed in love-''he was SO deliciously
melancholy -
The table was spread-Mrs. Ly-
mans dinners were always CONNIE it
faat and through the sparkle of cut
glass and translucent glow of painted
china, you saw baskets, epergnes and
pyramidal boquets of magnificent hot
house flowers AS one of the Beau
Brummels of the day has said, "It
was like looking at a beautiful picture
to dine with Mrs. Lyman" 49,
The feast was in its first stages,
when the pretty hostess leaned coax
ingly across to Mr.. Medway.
''Do try some of these little cram
berry tarts, Mr.. Medway f; / have. just