Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1870-10-19

alarmed now at sight Of her white face and
closed eyes; For the self control maintained
by main force all day and up 70 this moment,
had given away suddenly, aud weaker than
child she sat there, her breath coming in lit
tie short gasps
Unused to womau5 moods and ways, no
was at loss what to DO. lie had an idea
though that when lady tainted, cold water
was The thing, so he spriuklod her face with
the cup Standing ON the table within reach Of
bis hand and, mauIike he drew her head
down upon his shoulder.
She was not altogether unconscious, ior she
made a weak movement TO withdraw herself
from his arm, but he whispered, Trust
me and Tie STILL will you not till you ore bet
tor conscious The while Of an odd pleasant
thrill at bis heart rs her face lay so near his
own that he could have touched 10 with his
lips
If he had been n dozen years older, he
would most likely have yielded to the tompta-
ton and kissed the roses back TO her checks,
but there was just the least bit Of boyish
timiiity yet about him, and besides, he could
not forget Chat he had been cause OF this very
illness, and bis heart smotc him regretlully
every time he looked at her.
She sent him away bv.and.by-as soon as
She was able to sit up without support. She
would not let him 20 home with her, either
though he begged her 20 let him so do she
woud do better by herself She said But
seeing the troubled look in his eyes as he
turned away. she relcutod so far as 10 say:
al trust we part friends"
He came baci. to her at this. saying earn
esily:
Can YOU be my friend after what YOU
have known OF me for the past twomonihs2"
60 can bel am sincerely your friend.
THANK YOU for that. Knowing IT, ! shall
not carry such sorely troubled conscience
away with me-"
"Ah! be never guessed that, instead Of a
troubled conscience he was carrying Olive
Burnetrs heart with him.
1t was seven years before thcy looked upon
each others faces again Such long. long
interval. Those seven years had changed Scott
Goldsick into successful business man,
steadily amassinq his thousands, and alive to
the brilliant coartci young widow, Mrs To-
gan.
She had grown heart-sick of teaching and
one day in n ct Of desperation. gave il IN
and married Paul Logan. the rich land owner.
Scott Goldrick, hearing of it in the distant
CITY where he was living said. Such pity
She was one woman Of THOUSAND. and de-
serves better man thap that"
Well. Paul LOGAN was A better man than
Scott Golrick's words would seem to imply.
and better still, his gold brought all comforts
10 the helplesg mother until She died and Il
home with an the ADVANTAGES of wealth to the
little sisters. And now with her husband two
wears in the crave. Mrs. Ioran went freely
into society once more.
oSuch a lovely woman. men ALWAYS said
when sreakinr Of her. and scott Goldrick
endorsed the verdict when he met her al n
reception one evening. and the hostess, sup
posing them TO be acquainted, presented him.
IL was Olive Burnett of seven vears AGO
who smiled IN at him. as she said to Mrs
Lake Mr. Godrick and are very old
friends"
"You remember me. then. he said az he
led her away.
al shall never FORGET was tho sgeetlv
grave reply.
But some how with this 6atterinc beoipning
/ flHN uIU not seem 10 make much urOrrpgs
the renewal of their old acouaintonce.hin
Meeting often as they did at party and ball
reeeptiops. nt concerts and theatres and
operas, there was always an indefinite some.
thing. a distance between them; and II was
quite AT the close of the winter that calling
one morning on Mrs. Logan to make his adieu
before leaving town. Scott Goldriek fingered
moment as he bowed over her hand nj port-
inc. TO saw half iestincly. and vet in earnest
:" Do YOU remember the old school-house p"
"Yes. remember. am going out there
on purpose to see il this coming summer"
GAnd | too. Who knows but we shall
meet ?"
1t was in the midst of Auoust heats that
Mrs. Logan, paving n ayipr visit TO Ryedeld.
procured the key to the old schoolhouse,
empty now for summer vacation. and walked
down there alone one afternoon 10 take A
look Mt it.
I The door swung rus,ily upon its hinges as
she entered and looked strangely about. Ii
was not the cleanest place in the world for a
coat of du,t. raised by the last sweeping, had
settled over everything. but the rourh.coated
walls looked as familiar as ever. and tho elaz-
ed mans hanging there. and the unlimited
wooden benches. II was in that corner Scott
| Goldrick used to sit, and remembering, tide
of recollectioss rushed over her. and She sat
down in the low.barked chair and laid her
( head upon the pine table lust as she had 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 at the door aud then came to
her, while voice said
Miss Burnett, | am going away. viii
you bidme good bye %
She looked up with little cry-to meet a
pair of clear hazel eyes, to sec before her a
bright, handsome face, and heavy waves of
chestnut hair.
You arc really here, Mr.. Goldrick! |
could almost believe that the Old days had
come back again.