National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1870-06-17
his grave, Mrs. Logan went freely
into society again.

MS grave, Mrs. Logan went 1reeiy
into society again.
Such lovely woman, men al
ways said speaking of her. And Mr..
GOldrick endorsed the verdict when
he met her at a reception one even
ing, and the hostess, suppOsing
them to be unacquainted, presented
him.
1t was Olive Burnett of seven
years ago, who smiled upon HIM, as
she said to Mrs. Lake, MIR. GOldrick
and l are very old friends
You remember, them he said, as
he led her away.
Il never forget was the sweet,
gravereply.
But somehow, even with this fiat
ering beginning. they did not seem
TO make much progress in the re-
newal of their old acquaintanceship.
Meeting often as they did, at party
and ball receptions, at concert and
theatre and opera, there was always
an uudeniable something, distance
between them and it was quite at
the close of the winter, that, calling
one morning on Mrs. Logan, to
make his adien before leaving the
town, Scott GOldrick fingered mo-
ment as he bowed his head at part.
ing, to say, half jestingly but yet in
earnest, too:
do you remember the old school.
house =
'Yes remember. l am going out
there to SEQ it this coming summer.
'And 1 to. Who knows but what
we shall meet
1t was in the midst Of the August
heats that Mrs. Logan, paying fly
ing visit to Ryetield, procured the
key of the old school -hOuse-empty
now for summer vacatiOn-and
walked down there alone Que after
noon to take look at it.
The door swung rustily upon its
hinges as she entered and looked
curiously about. 1t YVES not the
cleanest place in the world for coat
of dust, raised 10y the last sweeping
had settled over everything; but
the roughcased walls looked famil-
lar as ever and the glazed maps
hanging there, and the unpainted
wooden benches.-lt was II that
corner Scott Goldrick used to sit
and remembering, a tide of reccOl-
lections rushed over her, and she
sat down in the low backed chair,
and laid her head down upon the
pine-table just as she had done that
evening more than seven years be
fore.
Sitting there buried in thought,
she had not heard the footsteps that
crossed the threshold-that paused
there at the door and then came
through aisle, the while voice said
Miss Burnett. ! am going away.
Will you bid me good byeF
She looked up with little cry
to meet pair of clear, hazel eyes,
to see before her a bright handsome
face, and heavy waves of chestnut
hair.
you are really here, Mr.. Gold
rick ! could almost believe that
the old days had come back again
you used to call me Scott, then,
he said significantly, coming round
and kneeliug on one knee beside her
chair.
you are not pale now, so | shall
not sprinkle your face with water,
glancing at the empty cup standing
on the table 'but | should like to
have your head on my shoulder
again.
She made movement to rise but
he detained her.
Don't be offended, Olive he said
earnestly Il made confession of my
sins that night, let me make anoth
er confession now. | think | began
o love you that evening, but | was
"a boy; know now that | love you.
Your face has always been before me
as the sweetest and finest in the
world. You sel.t me away from you
then. Don't be so cruel again.
want to stay with you always
Olive, | want to be your husband
May II
For answer she put up her white
hand drew his head down upon her
shoulder. And the brown wall
must have opened eyes of astOnish
ment, if eyes they had, to see Scot,
Goldrick kissing the blushing wo
man. You see when a man falls in
love for the first time at twenty
seven he is apt to be desperately in
earnest.
And in the gathering gloom o
twilight they locked the door of th'
old schOol.hOuse behind them, an'
turned their steps homeward, no
teacher and pupil now, but pllghte'
husband and wife.
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