The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1869-09-29

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looked at it with a vague, superstitions
thrill stealing over his nature-and he
could almost hear his pulse beat Under
the soft pressure of the other half OF
this silver piece, for he still wore il
next his heart
''From Iowa, dfd you say, Mrs. Ly.
- , From my Uncle, Esquire Signet,
Who lives in the far Vest .'!' ''
.."What part of Iowa is that which
produces such a harvest of cranber.
ries p. ,'''h .iH ."2-5i'i 500.
F'Daletsville, I believe, near the
OwastS river" and then the converse
ton branched off into some Indifferent
channel. Bruce Midway had found
out all he wished to ascertain on that
occasion. E7tz2 tI "'f "
ga token and summons to him,
wherever he might be-" Bruce re-
membered the words spoken two years
ago, and his loyal heart gave great
leap as the memory flooded it with
warmth and brightness. n ~
"Cranberries y es-I rem NJ
ber'em," said old Squire Signet, biting
the end of his cedar pencil. 'Crop
was uncommon good this fall. Old
Cady's daughter brought 'em here to
sell by the peck" 10 l..l. .a
"Where do they Iive-Mr. Cady's
family I mean ?' - r'.... ar'i .', =
"See that ar old blasted pine down
in the holler7 Well, just beyond
there road leads down past Cady's.
Won't stop little longer? Well,
good evenin" squire" II -.a1.. F.
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 walked to meet the dear
est treasure of his heart. rrr3r IT, r.
Through the uncurtained panes he
could see the tiny room all bright and
ruddy with CHEEKY fire light; the slen-
der dropping figure sitting alone on
the hearthstone, with golden shine of
its hair and the thoughtful bend of its
neck. And he opened the door and
went in. a.. s- ... ...#
'fTina! ~ ... sd s-...... p
She put back her hair with both
hands, and looked at him as if sh =
fancied herself under the delusion of
some spell. I. -,--..
"You summoned me, and I 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
time piece of the stars before
Bruce Midway rose to take his depart
ture. ..
"But tell me one thing, Bruce"
said Ernestine, laying her hand lightly
on his, as they stood protracting their
lover like adieus on the door-stone, III
the frigid moonlight, ''what did you
mean when you said / summoned
you
He drew a little box from his breast
pocket, and smiling held up bit of
silver. a...- 80 -. sfE.a-
stAnd 1 wear its mate close to my
heart, Tina !'' ...t j.. =
"Bruce surely that is not my half
of the coin !" a.,t .'... ,..5.
cit was your half Tina" - zc..
"And where did you find it?'
''One of these days L will tell you,
dear; it was not very romantic jux-
opposition, however. You remember
what said to you when we divided
the silver piece between US -
The iron hand of time has swept a
way all those tokens of lang syne now.
Mr.. Medway is middle aged, bald
headed member Of society, and Mrs
Medway has white hairs mixed in the
golden brightness of her brails; but
she keeps the worn bit of silver and
its sweet associations still, and believes
most firmly in true love and omance.