Weekly Trinity journal., 1869-02-27


who have no heart oro1ove, only their own self
ish vanity tread smooth Howery paths, and tram a
pie on the devotion of true hearts? Isn't twehA
Must we eay;'H It is we'll ~ aiasgis cas- sa- q
This ninth of June, eleven years ago, ! ian
across the lawn to meet papa, aud to catcn WIZ =
glad ears bis Many happy returns Of the gay
little one e. before could getuP to him. Ano A.nte
then ne put on my finger pearl ring, saying,
Wear that dear7it was your mother 8. hnu
his voice shook a little. Tears sprang into NY
eyes, more for the sake of his sadness, dear,
than for yen whom i scarce remembered. But
in almomeDt'I was laughing again, as hung on
his arm, and We walked up together past itne
bright h0wer-border to the house, stopping now
and then to pick cluster of roses from tne
wire arches. Then we went into breakfast In
the little morning-room, left all unchanged
since you were there :; with your piece OF unnn,
ished work and yoIr fairy thimble and goio
scissors under glass case in the corner. An,
many time papa glanced at that and sighed,
and then would exert myself more than ever
to be lively and cheerful, and to make him
laugh at my merry conceits. Do you know
dear, overheard them the other day speaking
of me as La triste Anglaise. /, who was tne
merriest happest young girl in all the world.
"L'qs tu jamais entendu rIe?" said Leontine,
the housemaid to the concierge, and then she
put up her finger and cried g Chut!'' as came
| in through the glass door. How wander of
Well, on that birthday of mine, we came into
now-the latticed bay-window thrown wide
| open to let in all the sweet spring sounds and
scents-the red and yellow roses peering in one
| above the other = the clattering of the mill
| wheel and the soft rush of water in the distance.
Birds don't sing here in France like they did
down there in the many-tinted woods of our old
home-at least, it does not seem the same to
me. Perhaps my ears have grown dull to sweet
sounds-maybe they as tuneful to blithe
young hearts here as once they were TO me.
How my thoughts dwell yearningly on the old
bome-that little room above all-the great
china bowl filled with roses, the snowy damask
cloth, the glttering silver service and old china
cups, (papa would always have them because
you had fancy for everything handsome in
that way.) Oh little mother, think of that
to have your least tastes and wishes observed so
fondlyy, and you dead so long, while I, still
alive, still young, am utterly forgotten by one
who loved, or, l should say, seemed to love me
as well once. "t
''I met the Squire this morning. Katie" papa
said, as | poured out the tea, "and when he
heard it was your birthday he said you should
go up there to tea and have strawberries and
cream
''Oh, papa, how delicious r''I cried, clap2ing
my hands at the bare idea of straw berries so
early in the season.
"And Charlie has come home-he asked after
you, too"
"I'm sorry for that" l said, 'because I
shan't have Maggie all to myself. And he used
to tease me SO.
"Ah, but he is young man now, and quite
altered since be went to India. Let me see-he
must 6e fve-and-twenty at least"
Isn't it odd / should remember those trivial
words so vividly when I've lost memory of thou
A. r~.r %bn ri fc
That afternoon I went up to the ball. And
Maggie and Charlie came down through the
the park to meet me. How surprised I was to
see hint He who years ago had been the Fear
and torment of our lives, grown into such fine,
b audsomc gentleman, with the quietest, most
co urteous of manners.
ssMay call you Katie still ~ he asked,
smili,ig, as be took my hand. Fancy his asking
that W no had been wont to call me Kit, kittens,
little ca t, spit-fre, pussums, and any thing else
he thought fit, without by your leave or with
your leave. III.
:iOh, yes" l stammered, hall inclined to call
him Sir.
"And YOU will call me Charlie, of course?''
uOh, I don't think l could" cried, con-
fused and then Maggie laughed, and asked him
why he didn't kiss me as he used to. and
blushed scarlet, and almost wished the earth
" ould open and swallow me. 70
oh, little mother those d ear old happy days,
too far off even to leave shadow, those SQUADS
of pe.eling laughter, the bare echo OF which has
died away so long ago Why don't we all die
when we are young and happy, before our gar
lands are yyithered by the hot sun, or nipped by
the frosts OF winter &
We used to be together every day-Charlie
and Maggie and land soonI grew not to have
any thought but about him. His manner was
so tender and caressing. When / glanced at
him his ewes always looked in mine so fondly.
When we met and parted, his hand b eld mine
in alingering pressure Why need describe
the old, old language of love-it IS not So Tong
ago that you have forgotten, mother mine. Oh,
how pure. how fresh, how beautiful, is the love
that springs in young. hearts untainted by pas
sion, selfishness or desire Alb, how we alt er
in the after years-not all Of US, but some ...1
One day be came and met me alone, and we
walked together all up the long winding path to
the hall, hardly speaking, lingering as much as
we could, dreadng the turn that would bring us
in sight of the house. BE stopped by the last
white gate and leaned against it, without
attempting to unfasten it. aai ag
''I wish we were going to walk thousand
miles together, Katie y he said pulling down
the gray felt hat half over bis brown eyes, and
looking out keenly at me from beneath it.
- So do |, / answered, eagerly, two young to
dissemble, the honest truth flashing from my
eyes and lips. .4asm.7,)
DO you, my darling?" came the quick re-
sponse. 60 Than what's to hinder going
through all our lives together7" and he took me
in his arms and kisses me until all the blood
rushed from my heart and my brain reeled so
that could not stand alone.
~ It. Was all settled that evening that Charlie
and should be married, but OBJ not for q long,
long time we didn' t wish it, at least did not.
Papa said was too young, and Mr.. Calvert
agreed, though do otthink be was dispfeased
at the idea of his son marrying me in spite OF
his being much richer and grander than We. Oh,
mother ! why did they not let US marry then,
when we leved each other so dearly 2. If had
been his wife would have been the slaIe to his
every wish, would have been so devoted that
he must perforce have gone on loving me.
needed have false pride then to keep me from
ie1lipg on ny kneea and beseeching him to give
kafshp for me. UFiE Gaaa.U Ayi4f EH
One dagil the winter, ~ was indulging a
day-dream over the Ere in the twilight the door
So5esded and Charlie came in stirred the 8Fe
| into p blaze, and the fame leaped mp, leaPed up
as my heart at sight of his handsome face and
stalwart frame,
I96 Such bore, little kitten, !" be said, kissfDg
me; " we have visitors cenisg 70 the ball next