Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1869-01-07
The Tide oETrue Love.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

BY AMY RANDOLPH.
The evening sunshine was stretching
its long golden fingers across the glittering
expanse Of pearl,white beach.
Walter Lindley, leaning back IN bis jim
valid chair, watched the waves with .ho'te
full eye.
His companion, Major Bernard, sat or a
low stone by his side, with folded arms,
a handsome man in the uniform of an ar
my officer.
Walter, young fellow, it is getting late
You must go home
i am going, Major Bernard. Mamma
will be anxious, and Garry win be fretting
for me-
'Carry--a pretty, musical name,' NUT
tered the Major, dreapiiy. knew Car
ry, once " ia
WAS she your sister,
NO
'Cousin?'
Walter WILL you 60 hQms:'
AL iiSht-Soou uyc.
And away rolled the invalid chair over
the sand.
Major Bernard stood watching it, with
folded arms.
He is going Monochrome, he murmcrs
ed, TO mothers love and the tenderness
of sister. Ihave no home, save room
in the second story of q farm house, where
/ keep my books and smoke my meer-
schaums And his sisters name is Garry.
Garry! how the name brings back the old
times and makes u boy of me again. Well,
1t is all over now. i expected too much
of her, and she was willful and Maynard
as girls will be.
She was only a child. tben-a passions
ate, unframed child, and expected wo-
mans will and jud cement from her.
Il was hard with her. God forgive me
How different things might have BEEN
Walter Iindley, rolling homeward in the
chair in which he was wont TO propel him
self, was thinking, too.
Hes brick, that MAJOR Bernard. And
what lol he knows about everything TO
be sure. And he was in that Indian war,
led and knows all about the charge at
Lucknow
Mrs. Lindley sat at the open window,
when Walter came in; and near her sat a
dark>eyed woman of thirty, with jet black
bands of hair brushed away from clear
olive brow. Garry Owens might have
been pretty as girl; as a woman she was
beautiful.
Mamma, here l am, was the boys sa>
lutte.
Better late than never; was getting SO
anxious.
Carry, 4'ye been thinking efyou all Tue
way home
Me, Walter?'
Yes. ! was wondering why you never
got married. for you gre pretty, Garry, l
know,
Thank you,
And if were ten years older, I'd marry
you myself. rather than let you die an old
maid.
! am infinitely obliged TO YOU said she
with smile.
But, I'm not in danger at present,-or
Major Bernard thinks not
Bernard, who?'
How you start, Garry, ard it was only
a mosquito, after all. Why Bernard an
English officer.
And how on earth did you manage 70
pick bin mp
He picked me up, mamma, wandering
around on the beach. and he s capital CONS
pany. l wish yoq and Garry would walk
down to the point some day with me AID
see him.
Nonsense. bring him here
He would not cone. He Is 9 misap>
thropc.'
He must be very agreeable observed
Garry.
But you will come with met'.
neutrality-suspicious. assented Carry,
who believed in satisfying children with
promises.
Carry sat at the window late that night,
watching the stars and thinking OF the
past-that past before she became Mrs.
Lindley s adopted daughter. when she was
a seamstress in a garrett, toiling for her
daily bread; and then came a past still far
ther off, when she drank the draft of love,
for so briei time, but it was snatchsd
away
Pooh thot she, 4 sp an old maid,
nobody 10 better aware OF IL than Lamp. l.
,..nt hoc;., a. 10 Continental now'