The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1869-03-04

Inc crimson glare of the October sunset
whlie lima, putting aside low, tangled
bushes, and searching bits of rank and
swamp grass, was repeating to herself, in
quick, nervous words:
GLOW could lose it Oh, how could
L be so careless ~
But the search was all in vain, and the
chill twilight sent her home, dispirited and
unsuccessful And Ernestine Cady cried
herself to sleep that night, just because
she had lost the broken silver coin.
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"You'n be sure to come, Mr. Medway
L want to introduce the successful author
to my friends. You are to be my lion
You will come 2"
Certainly, I will 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. Medway had been crossed
IN love-he was SO deliciously melancholy"
The table was superbly spread-Mrs
Lyman's dinners were always CONNIE IL
Jaut-and, through the sparkle of cut
glass and translucent glow of painted chi
ma you saw baskets and epergnes and pyr-
amidal bouquets Of magnificent hot-house
flowers. AS one of the Beau Brummels
Of the day said, 1T was like looking at a
beautiful picture to dine with Mrs. Ly-
| man" .f..
The dessert was in its first stages when
the pretty hostess leaned coaxingly across
| to Mr.. Medway
''Do try some of these little cranberry
pates, MIR Midway; 1 have just received
barrel Of the most delightful cranberries
from my dear old uncle Signet, in Iowa +"
Bruce was idly striking his fork into the
llttie crimson circlets, quite unconscious Of
what he was eating.
"Ies, they are very nice" he said me-
chanically. And then he bent down 70
see what bit OF extraneous white element
was glin,1ering through the ruby translu-
cency.
Only broken silver coin.
He took it out and looked at it, the IA
miliar date and die, all unconscious Of the
buzz of voices and ring of idle laughter all
around him Hooked at it with a vague su-
perstitious thrill stealing all over his ma
ture-and he could almost hear his pulses
beat under his soft pressure of the other
! hai% of this silver piece, for he still wore
it next his heart
From Iowa, did you say, Hrs. LYMAN
From my uncle, Squire Signet, who
lives in the far West"
"What part of Iowa is that-that pro-
duces such harvest of cranberries ?''
/ ''Datersville [ believe, near the Owasca
| river" And then the conversation branch
ed off into some different channel Bruce
Midway had found cut ali that he wished
TO ascertain on that one occasion.
I'll :,
wherever he might be p Bruce remem-
bered the words he had spoken two years
ago, and his loyal heart gave great leap
as the memory flooded it with warmth and
brightness.
"Cranberr;es -yes-I remember 'em, .
said old Squire Signet, biting the end of
his cedar pencil Crop was uncommon
good this fall old Cadys daughter brought
them here to sell by the peck"
To sell Bruce began for the first time
toappreciate the tide Of trouble that eddied
around the serene little islet ofErnestine s
heart
'Where do they live-Mr. Cady's fam
/ lily, | mean 2"
''See that ar old blasted pine down in
the holler Well, just beyond there a
road leads down past Cadys. Won't stop
a little longer? Well, good evenin'
Squire"
And Bruce Midway walked down thro'
the orange twilight to where the skeleton
arm of the blasted pine seemed to point to
a light in far-oif fwindow-walked to meet
the dearest treasure of his heart
| Through the uncurtained panes he could
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CHEEKY freight; the slender, dropping fig
ure sitting alone on the hearthstone with its
golden shine of hair and the thoughtful
bend Of its neck. And he opened the
door softly and went in.
"T,ina y
She put back her hair with both hands,
and looked at him as if she fancied her
self under the delusion of some spell.
| ''You summoned ne, and | have come.
! Tina. my love, shall the old times return
to us once more Shall we be all the
world to each other once again r
1t was full nine o'clock by the silver
studded time-piece of the stars before
Bruce Midway rose to take his departure.
ssBut tell me one thing, Bruce" said
Ernestine, laying her hand lightly on his,
as they stood protracting their loyer-like
adieux on the door-stone by the frigid
moonlight, "what did you mean when you
said [ had summoned you 2"
He drew little box from his breast
pocket, and smilingly held up bit Of
silver.
''And I wear its mate close to my heart,
Tina p
''Bruce-surely that is not my half Of
the coin 2"
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