Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1869-03-03

herself to sleep that night, just because she
had lost the broken silver coin
You'll be sure to come, Mr. Midway?
want to introduce the successful author to
my friends You are to be my lion. You
will come 2'
Yes, viii come, if you wish it,
Bruce Midway went dreamily on his way,
and Mrs Lyman whispered to one Of her
fashionable friends that " she was quite sure
Mr.. Midway had been crossed in love-he
was so deliciously melancholy !"
The table was superbly spread-Alrs. Ly-
mans dinners were always CONNIE ii faUt-
and, through the sparkle of cut glass and
translucent glow Of painted china, you saw
baskets, epergnes aud pyrlmidal boquets of
magnificent dollhouse flowers. As one Of the
Beau Brummels Of the day had said " It
was like looking at beautiful picture to
dine with Mrs Lyman
The dessert was in IFS first stages, when the
pretty hostess leaned coaxingly across 10 Mr.
Midway.
Do try some Of these little cranberry
tarts, Mr., Midway | have just received a
barrel Of the most delightful cranberries
from my dear old uncle Signet in Iowa"
Bruce was idly striking his fork into the
little crimson circlets, quite unconscious Of
what he was eating.
" Yes, they were very nice" he said me-
chanicaliy And then he bent down to see
what extraneous white element was glimmer-
ng through the ruby transluccncy
Only broken silver coin
He took it out and looked at 1.-THE ia
miliar date aud die,-all unconscious Of the
buzz Of voices aud the ring Of Idle laughter
all around him, looked at il with vague,
supersttlous thrill stealing all over his ma
tlre--and he could almost hear his pulse beat
under the soft pressure OF the other half OF
this silver piece, for he still wore it next his
heart
" From Iowa, did you say, Mrs. Lyman ?'
From my uncle, Esquire Signei, who
lives in the far west
What part Of Iowa is that which pro-
duces such harvest Of cranberries?"
Datetsyille, believe near the Owasco
river :" and then the conversation branched
off into some different channel Bruce Med
way had found out all that he wished to as
certain on that occasion
" A token and a summons 10 him, ichereyer
he might be :" Bruce remembered the words
he had spoken two years ago, and his loyal
heart gave great leap as the memory food
ed it with warmth and brightness
" Cranberries 49, ye. - | remember 'em,
said old Squire Signet biting the end Of his
cedar pencil. Crop was uncommon good
this fall Old Cadys daughter brought EN-
here to sell by the peck"
where do they live-Mr. Cadys family,
| mean"
Z" See that ar old blasted pine down in the
holer2 Well, just beyond there a radicals
down past Cady's. Won't stop a little long
err Well, good eyenin', Squire"
And Bruce Midway walked down through
the orange twilight to where the skeleton arm
of the blasted pine seemed to point to the
light in the far-off window-waked to meet
the dearest treasure ofhis heart
Through the uncurtained panes he could
see the tiny room all bright and ruddy with
CHEEKY fire-light; the slender dropping figure
sitting all alone on the hearth-st with the
golden shine of its hair and the thoughtful
bend of its neck. And he opened the door
and went in
Tina ~
She put back her hair with both hands,
and looked at him as if she fancied herself
under the deluson of some spell.
"You summoned me, and have come.
Tina, my love, shall the old times return to
us once more? Shall we be all the world to
each other AGAIN."
1t was full nine o'clock by the silver stud
ded time-piece of the stars before Bruce
Midway rose to take his departure
" But tell me one thing, Bruce, said Ern-
estine, laying her hand lightly on his, as they
stood protracting their loyer-like adeus on
the door-stone, in the frigid moon light
what did you mean when you said | sum
moned your"
He drew little box from his breast pock-
et and snilingly held up bit of silver,
"And | wear its mate close to my heart
Tina -
Bruee--surely that is not my half of the
coin !"
" 1t was your half, Tina
And where did you find ?"
lone of those days | will tell you, dear
T.. :.