The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1869-01-19
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I he SILVER Token.


up two semi circles of silver in the mir. SC
that they might be sure to make sulIi.
cient impression on hrncstinc Cady's blue
eyes, and smiled with the cxuliant salts.
faction of one who feels that he has nc.
complishcd his mssicn.
lie was a bright, earnest looking young
fellow, with gray-brown eyes, and a
square, firm mouth-not handsome, but
very manly and as he sat there on the
green woodland bank, with the hair
thrown back from his broad forehead, and
the sunshine mirrorcd in his eyes, you
felt instinctvcly that he was one who
would make his way in the world, no
matter what obstacles might intervene.
Ernestne Cady stood leaning against
the guarded, mossy trunk of an immense
chestnut tree, with her little feet half bur-
led in plumcs OF nodding ltrns-a rural
picture in blue muslin and llultcring azure
ribbons. She was very pretty, with the
delicate freshness OF n nowcr-a flower
that winds and frosts have never touch
ed.
Didn't tell yon should do it
Tina ?
Erne,tinc took up the little file that
lay on the bank.
Nothing is impossible, continued
Bruce, scntentiously, as he passed bit Of
blue ribbon through hole in the broken
piece of silver. 'Will YOU let mc ii, il
round your neck. Tina D
'Nhat for : Bat eho stopped her pct
ty head as she spoke, and let him tie
the knot beneath 4 cataract Of pale gold
clrls.
And | shall wear the other next to my
heart. They are amslcts, Tlna-charms,
if you ch ose so to frame il; thar silver
piece carries my allegiance with it. Tina,
t ever any c!ond comes between ne--if
ever we are scraratcd-'
Brucel'
Such things have happened dearest
but, nevertheless, in any event, this hr,k-
en- coin shall he n token and a summons
to me, wherever may bc-v hatoycr fa;c
may have in store. Don't look 50 grave,
my little blue bird. t. it 50 very wrong
to muglc bit of romance in cur every
day life Where are your Ao#crs -
it Is time we were returning
II rough the green shifting shadows of
the woods, with blood-rcd streams If sun
set light ripping along at lhcir feet, and
delicious odOrS of moss and lrrn and hil
den flowers rising up around, the two lov~
ers walked homcward, l}rnrc AIcdway
never forgot the brigh,nc-s of iilrj irow.
sy August afternoon.
'Nhe will come am sure she will
The dew lay like n rain Of diamond,
on the grass and shrub, as brucc walked
mp and down the little pathway by the
hidden spring, watching the round red
shield of the rising sun Iirnging above the
eastern horizon. And then he looked at
his watch.
Tho lrai viii BE- due IN nine minutes:
surely Tina will not lgt me leave her with,
out one rcconciling word If we could
b It live the la t,weck over aga'n! Hush
that must be her loosicp ON the moss.
He stepped forward with a glad, flush
ed face, and then the chill whilcncss of
despair banched every feature, as the
bright-cycd little squirrel, whose tiny
tread over the leaves AMI acorn cups had
deceived him, glidcd swiftly across the
belt OF sunshine into emerald shadow.
Bruce Midway stood IN instant with his
brow contracted and his arms folded on
his breast. Was he bidding farewell to
the blight sHmmer that was past?
The shrek Of the coming train souncl
through the blue purity of the air, and
the last little faint sparkle of hope in the
lovers breast died ont,
Tina had not comc-shc hal forgotten
him Well, so let il be.
And what was Tina Cady doinl, in the
fresh morning brightness
She was very rosy and pretty in her
trim calico dress, with pink ribbons at her
throat, and pink vcrbena hanging low
in her golden coils of hair-very pictures,
que as she reached up her hand to break
OLA spray of spicy honey -suckle.
| wonder if Mr.. Bruce Medway has
come to his senses yet p thought she, with
a toss of the head, Il sha MT measure
my actions by the rule and pIummct of
his lordly will, | can assure him. If |
want to flrt with Pierce ITarbury shall
do it,
so You're up, ell, Tina And rs frcsh
as rose, | declare !
Tina put up her lips to kiss the bluff
face of her father in an ab7tractcd sort Of
way. She hardly saw him ms he stood
there.
'Oh, by~thc-way, Tina, forgot to give
you this note last night. II was lcG. by
the hotel porter. Really, believe my
memory is MT quite as good rs it used
to be-
Tina caught the note from her fathers
hand, AMI broke it open with fcycred
haste.
'7He train hares a scrca. She saw
the words as wildly as if they had been
written in characters of Jagged fire, and
as she read them the clock half way up
the wide, old-iashioncd staircase struck
eight.
Ii was too late-too late.
The sharp thrill of agony at hor heart