The Lincoln County herald., 1869-07-08
cried herself to sleep that night, just bo
cause she had lost the broken silver coin

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"You'll be sure to come, Mr.. Midway
I want to introduce the successful autho,
to my friends. You arc to DO my lion
Will you come" ... D
"Yes, / will come, If you wish.
Bruce Midway went dreamily on his
way, and Mrs. Lyman whispered to one
Of her fashionable friends that "shc was
quite sure Mr.. Midway had been crossed
10 love-he was SO deliciously nelan
choly |" ..
The table was superbly spread-Mrs
Lyman's dinners were always CONNIE Il
fdxt-and, through the sparkle Of cut
glass and translucent glow Of painted
china, you saw baskets, epergncs and
pyramidak boquets Of magnificent hot
house flowers. A. one Of tho Boau
Bsummels Of the day has said, ut Wal
like looking at beautiful picture to dint
with Mrs. Lyman"
The desert was in its first stages, when
tho pretty hostess leaned coaxingly across
to Mr.. Medway.
"Do.try some Of these little cranberry
tlrts, Mr.. Midway; l have just received
. barrel Of the most delightful cranberries
from my dear old uncle Sienot IN Iowa. u
Bruce was idly striking his fork into
the little crimson c,rclets, quite uncon-
scious of what he was eating
"Yes, they ore very NICE" he said,
mechanically. And then no bent down
to see what extraneous white element was
glimmering through the ruby trauslu
cency.
Only a broken silver coin
lie took it out aud looked at it the
familiar dato and die all unconscious OF
the buzz Of voices and the ring of idle
laughter all around him, looked at 1t with
a vague, supcrsticious thrill stealing over
bis nature-and he could almost hear his
pulse beat under the soft pressure of the
other half Of this silver piece, for ho still
wore it next his heart!
"From Iowa, did you say, Mrs. Ly'
man ?"
"From my uncle, Esquire s,suet, who
lives in tho far West"
"What part of Iowa is that which pro.
duccs such harvest Of cranberries p
Dallctsville, believe, near the Uwascc
river" and dthcn the conversation branched
off into some different channel. Bruce
Mcdway had found out all he wished te
ascertain on that occasion.
"a token and summons TO him where
ever he might be-" he remembered the
words he had spoken two years ago, and
his loyal heart gave great leap as tho
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brightness.
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"Cranberries ?-ycs, remember EN-,
said old Squire Siguet, biting the end Of
his cedar pencil. "Crop was uncommon
good this fall. Old Cady's daughte,
brought them here to sell by the peck.
"Where do they live -Nr. Cady's fam
lily I mean ?"
"Sco that ar old blasted pine down in
tho holler? We'll, just beyond there ,
road leads down past Cady's. Won''
stop little longer? Well, good cvcuin'
squire2'
And Bruce Medway walked down
through the orange twilight to where the
skeleton arm of the blasted pine seemed
to point to tho light in the far off window
walked to meet the dearest treasure ol
his heart.
Through the uncurtaincd pancs he
could SEQ tho tiny room all bright and
ruddy with CHEEKY dre.light the slcnde,
dropping figure sitting alone on tn.
hcarthstone, with tho golden shine oi
its hair and tho thoughtful bend it.
neck. And he opened the door and wen
in.
"Tinal" .' .. ST.
She put back her hair with both hand.
and looked ut Rim as If she fancied her
self under the delusion Of some spell.
"You have summoned mo and have
como. Tina, my love, shall the old times
return to US once more? Shall we be al
the world to each other again7"
1t was full n,no o'clock by the silver
studded time.piece Of the stars before
Bruce Mcdway rose to take bis departure
'But toll me one thing, Bruce" sale
Ernestinc, laying her hand lightly on bis
as they stood protracting their lovo-lik'
adieus on the door.stonc, in tho frigit
moonlight, "what did you mean whel
you said I summoned you"
lie drew little box from his breast
pocket, AMI smiliugly held up bit o
silver.
"And I wear its mate close to ny
heart, Tinar'
"Bruce-surcly that is not my half Of
the coiu
ut was your half, Tina"
"And where did you find it?3
"Ono Of these days I will tell you
dear; il was not very romantic juxta
position, however. You remember what
said to you when wo divided tho silvcl
piece between us"
The iron hand Of time has swept ava,
all those tokens Of laug syne now. Mr.
Mcdway is q middle aged, bald headed
member Of society, and Mrs. Medway ha'
white hairs mixed in the golden bright
ness Of her braids; but she keeps tn
worn bit Of silver and ite sweet sssocia
tiona ot;l1 aud ho1savo. vro.k N.n,1,, Z,