Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1870-05-19

to start on her journey, she sat by the
open window Of the farm house parlor,
waiting the coming of Philip, to bid her
good bye At last he came.
1t was hard, very hard to think that
she was to be separated from him for a
year, possibly longer; but she was
strengthened by the thought that this
absence would perhaps lead to meeting
which would continue until death did
them part
Philip was sad also; but being entirely
ignorant of Margaret's object in making
this lengthy visit, he was, perhaps, more
cheerful than he might otherwise have
been.
As they parted, he pressed her closely
to mis- heart and said, with feigned gayety,
Margaret Raymond tonight! Heaven
send that before very long you may DO
Margaret DARRELL Then kissing her
passionately, good bye. and God be with
you, my own darling he left her.
In another week Margaret had reached
her aunt's home and been heartily well
coined by the dear old lady. who having
no children of her own, considered the
coming of her young niece as an event
for which she could not be too thankful.
Margaret soon commenced her book,
and after the first tediousness had worn
away, the tax became pleasant and pro
gressed rapidly. With parents fond
ness for a child, she could not believe but
that her book waif would be successful,
and dreamed joyous dreams, in her idle
momerts, of the happiness that success
would bring her.
At last it was finished. Nearly six
months she had been at work upon it,
aud now the last word was written. Sc
took it to one publisher after another, and
at last found one kind man who agreed
to give it to The world.
Now came her time of greatest trial.
Suppose it shonld fail she thought;
what if all nv labor has been in vain.
and, my beautiful dreams faded illusions?
She suffered untold agonies. Final y she
received a paper from her publisher;
opening it, it proved to be noted liter
ary Review, aud it contained q notice of
her book-a notice which made her heart
beat quick. happy beats, for It told her
that her book was success. Oh, how
she yearned to write to her betrothed tho
story of her great happiness; but he
must be kept in perfect ignorance, or all
would be spoiled.
The proceeds were more than in her
highest flights she had ever dared to an
ticipate. She could pay the mortgage,
yes, ten times that, and she was Supremacy
happy. Beside all this she found herself
famous. Rumors were rife as to the real
name of the authoress, but rumor was at
fault.
1t was now juno. and knowing that
Philip was then absent, Margaret deter
mined instead of going directly home, TO
90 by way of Newport, and remain there
short timc. She had always expert,
enced passionate longing to SEQ the
ocean, and resolved now to crafty it
While at her aunt's house she had made
the acquaintance of hitherto unknown
cousin, Bessie Williams, n bright, golden
haired beauty of eighteen-just four
wears younger than herself. Margaret
asked this cousin to accompany her TO
Newport, and thence home TO spend the
remainder of the summer. She acced-
ed and about the first of July they
started.
In the meantime Margaret had com
mencci another book which she hoped to
finish soon. As the necessity for COM
pletingit was not so urgent as in her
first attempt, she worked slowly.
Newport was enchanting. Little Bes-
sic speedily became quite a belle, and the
days passed swiftly and the nights were
joyful 81 NJ
One morning at breakfast. Margaret
raised her eyes and discovered. seated at
the farther end of the table. Philip Oar
rell. With slight start she controlled
herself lowered her eyes. and soon left
the table. After little time Philip
sought her in the deserted drawing room.
'Maggiei
'PhiIipp
In an instant she was folded in a fond,
restful embrace.
MY darling cried Philip, what
surprise, / had no idea that you were
coming home. much less that you were
in Newport
Dear Philip, / heard that you were
not at home, and therefore was in no
haste to be there myself 1t seems how
ever that came just to the right place
to find you, for which / am wonderfully
glad
Glad. indeed, she was! her heart
was full of the more joyful surprise she
had in store for her Philip. Gladness is
quite as oppressive as sorrow sometimes.
and so Margaret found it. She decided
not to inform Philip what she had done,
but wait. =.
Philip, what is the news from home?
How about that mortgage-is it paid 2
asked Maggie, archly, after few mo-
ments of silence.
No, dearest, Il is not. I have had to
expend considerable money for farming
implements this summer, and have not
been able to free myself from that trouble
some encumbrance. l have something
towards it, however, aud | am sure all
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