The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-08-26
He came back to her at this, saying ear

nestly;
Can you be my friend after what you
have known of me the past two months ?'
~ can bel am sincerelyyour friend"
sThank you for that. Knowing it, I
shall not carry such sorely troubled con
science away with me-
All! he never guessed that, instead of a
troubled conscience, he was carrying Olive
Burnetts heart away with him.
1t was seven years before they looked
upon each others faces again Such a
long, long interval. Those seven years
had changed Scott Goldrick into a sue
cessful business man, steadily amassing
his thousands, andaalive to the brilliant
and courted young widow, Mrs. Logan.
She had grown heart-sick Of teaching,
and one day in desperate mood gave it
up and married Paul Logan, the rich land
owner. Scott Goldriclz, hearing of it in
the distant city where he was living, said
"Such pity She was one woman of
thousand, and deserves better man than
that p' 'i
Well, Paul Logan was a better man than
Scott Goldrick's words would seem to i'm
ply, and better still, his gold brought all
comforts to the helpless mother until she
died, and home with all the advantages
of wealth to the little sisters And now
with her husband two years in his grave,
Mrs Logan went freely into society again.
"Suchy lovely woman" men always
said, speaking of her. And Scott Gold
rick endorsed the verdict when he met
her at a reception one evening, and the
hostess, supposing them to be unacquaint-
ed, presented him. 81" ~
It was the Olive Burnett of seven years
ago that smiled up at him, as she SAID to
Mrs. Lake, "Mr. Goldrick and / are very
old friends" 4ad eI..f
"You remember me, then," he said, as
he led her away.
Il never forget was the sweetly grave
reply. - .aao 1l
But, somehow, even with this fattering
beginning, they did not seem to make
much progress in the renewal of their old
cquaintanceship Meeting often as they
did at party, ball and receptions, at con
cert, and theatre and opera, there was al
ways an undeniable something, o distance
between them; and it was quite at the
close of the winter, that, calling one morn
fore leaving the town, Scott Goldrick lin
gered moment as he bowed his head at
parting, to say, half jestingly, but yet in
earnest, too:
'Do you remember the old school
house % 6a aeJs.
Eyes, I remember. 1 am going out
there to see it this coming summer.
"And too Who knows but what we
shall meet" asoI 41
It was in the midst of the August heats
that Mrs. Logan, paying flying visit to
Ryefeld, procured the key of the old
school house-empty now for summer va
cation-4and walked down there alone one
afternoon to take look at it.
The door swung rustily upon its hinges
as she entered and looked curiously about.
1t was not the cleanest place in the world,
for a coat Of dust, raised by the last sweep
ing, had settled over everything; but the
ough-coated walls looked as familiar as
ever, and the glazed maps hanging there,
and the painted wooden benches. 1t was
in that corner Scott Goldrick used to sit
and remembering, a tide Of recollec
lions rushed over her, and she sat down
in the low-backed chair, and laid her
head down upon the pine table just as she
lad done that evening more than seven
years before.
Sitting there buried in thought, she did
not hear the footsteps that crossed the
threshold-that paused there at the door,
and then came to the desk, while voice
said:
miss Burnett, l am going away. Will
you bid me good bye?"
She looked up with little cry-to meet
a pair Of clear, hazel eyes; to see before
her bright handsome face, and heavy
waves of chestnut hair
"You are really here, Mr. Goldrick! [
could almost believe that The old days had
come back again.
you used to call me Scott, then" he
said significantly, coming round and
kneeling on one knee beside her chair.
"You are not pale now, so I shall not
sprinkle your face with water" o4ancing.
at the empty cup standing on the table;
"but should like to have your head on
my shoulder again" s.
She made a movement to rise, but he
detained her.
Don't be offended, Olive" he said ear
nestly; Il made confession of nv sins
that night, let me make another confes-
sion now. think 1 began to love YOU
that evening, but was boy I know
now that l love you. Your face has al
ways been before me as the sweetest and
finest in the world. You sent me awav
from you then. Don't be SO cruel AGAIN.
| want to stay with you always Olive I
want to be your husband. May I?p
For answer she put up her white hand
and drew his head down upon her shout
der. And the brown walls must have
opened eyes of establishment, if ewes they
had, to see Scott Goldrick kissing the
blushing little woman. You see when a
man falls in love for the first time at TWEEN
ty-seven, he is apt to be desperately in
earnest ,-ts-f tjtfErf.a 4