The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-12-01

IL was pGSbty sig u-AST HHAtOs
round arms, her deft movements. her
quick, easy step.
1T was half an hour afterwards
and / was coming in from the dairy,
when [ heard Richard call:
"'Wait a moment, Barbara, and
I'll 90 with you
"She was standing at the gate, her
white dress cleaning out against the
dusk, her curls flying in the evening
wind. / saw her shake her head, and
call back In a soft, laughing voice:
"sNo, mol you stay at home with
mother. I'll find plenty to take care
of me-; and then she ran on.
"'Ah yesl plenty. no doubt, said
Richard, gloomily. And he staid in
the doorway, looking out into the
gathering darkness, instead Of going
to help father with the cows.
1T got to be nine o'clock at last,
and still he sat there.
Come, my son, it's getting bed
time. If you think you'd best go for
Barbara
flush, hushP he said, putting his
hand on my arm. There they comet
'They?'
barbara and that cursed young
Dartmouth
Richards voice breathed tone of
so much passion that it made me
tremble. | just chung to his arm,
and listened and looked.
They came up the walk-the tall,
elegant figure with the little slight
one beside it. I could hear Barba-
ra's rippling tones, and his strong. yet
polished and musical speech.
They both started on seeing US,
and Barbara cried out:
"'Oh mother. is it your and then
Mr.. Dartmouth took off his hat-the
moon shone out then and glorified
him-and said pleasantly:
II have brought your daughter
safe home, Mrs. Wilson,
Richard clutched my arm but |
slipped away from him, and went
down and shook hands with the
young man, and thanked him for
taking care of Barbara, and babe him
good night, and then we all went
in.
Barbara stood moment after she
had lighted her candle and looked
first at one and another OF US.
Is anything the matterY she ask
ed, timidly.
Richard gave her look, and then
turned his back upon her abruptly.
''0he came up to me.
What have / done, mother?'
Nothing, dear-no harm. Only,
perhaps Richard is little hurt be-
cause you wouldn't let him go with
you; be was meaning to fetch you
home
Barbara laughed softly.
so, Dir. Dartmouth took care of
me. [ didn't need Richard;' and she
danced off up stairs.
think she had little of that
kittenish nature in her, which makes
girls like to tease the men who love
them. They've no idea how deep the
hurt goes usuallyit doesn't go below
a mans yanity-and there's a little
| pleasurable excitement in it.
If Barbara could have seen Rich
ards white face, seen his eye glow
and heard his voice shake, she might
have guessed something of the nature
she was playing with. | was his own
mother, and | didn't dare to speak to
him for some minutes, but. at last [
put my hand on his arm and said:
Tell your mother all about it.
RichardP
20, it's nothing mother he said,
with hoarse laugh; only / love a
girl who doesn't care straw for me.
Mother, mother. why did you let her
grow up in my sight with all her win
some looks and ways-and | such a
great, strong. rough fellow? If / only
had that fellows handsome looks
curse himp said Richard bitterly.
MY son has enough to win any
girls love, ] said, in my pride. Bar
bara is not blind. Barbara can see.
She aoiH see. Ouly you be pttient,
my boy
'Patientl with that fellow hang
ing about her-turning her head with
his graces and fateriesl Mother,
I've seen this long time how it would
be. She's not like US. She hasn't
our homely tastes and ways. She
ought to have all pretty things about
her. She should be a gentleman s
wife. And [ am oalya workingman /
well, my son, if she cannot love
the man under the rough outside, il
it worth while for an honest heart to
break over her?'
CONCLUDED TOMORROW.