Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1870-10-27

party that day consisted entirely of MEM
bers of their own family circle, and Mr..
Lansden uttered an impatient exclamation
| when, ON his return from church with Mrs.
Lansden and Lucy; he was told that a gen
tleman was waiting in the library to see
him on business. III ( : ~ afi -
f. Their interview must have lasted about a
quarter of an hour when, Mr.. LansI1en, ,
with an extraordinary amount of haste for
dome of his phlegmatic tempes1mentg went
in search of Lucy, whom he found alone
Iinithe dining room cutting cake for the
luncheon of the juveniles of the party. 9;
The girl thought her father, with his us
! ual love of general superintendent, had
come in to see how her work was progress
Ting, and looking up with a smile she said,
II have nearly finished, 1s. Pspa;l will you
"Oake ~ he repeated; "bless the girl,
there are better things about to-dayc than
4 cakes" - hro pa -.'IiIOcN = r
4 Mot better than thisdoned dsisafd Lucy,
I" for made it myself .naof iy.I 9
~ i"Ahs wellr' said Mr- Lansden, %lon that
score perhaps our visitor will have a piecG
though / doubt if he has much appetite"
h "a visitorl" exclaimed Lucy; "who is
/ it? Are Anna and her husband come after
aIl?" '' s'f" 7'i.'a = 10 .s2s'" .'lso
mo, it is neither of them, but, some one
| you will be very glad to- see, "a replied her
/ father = aapssz i.1UoE lT
"I-oh, you must tell me, papa-I can't
I guess" 1870 bHF 30 az -
\ Instead of the immediate answer Lucy
expected, her father. took the, knife. from
|; her hand ond leading her, to the couch he
stood for moment looking down into her
Il face with an earnest gaze which she could
| tFeinuIous with emotion, &c Lucy, my own
dear little daughter, you have been brave
!. and patient under a sorrow, the greatest
perhaps, that can befall a girl. Do you
think you could be equally courageous and
! bear the excitement if Some great good
were to happen to you 2'' ~ :. e
"I think 1 could make that promise,
papa, quite safely, for l. cannot imagine
/ anything that could concern me much."I ;,
r. My darling, don't say that why, Lucy,
I believe you will be the happiest girl alive.
There, I'd give hundred pounds to have
+ it told, and see that it had done her mo
harm, . said Mr.. Lansden to himself, and
then he continued aloud, "Ill tell, you
what it is, Lucy, ia give you a diamond
bracelet if you'll guess quietly (mind,
quietly , who it is that is waiting Yift for you
some clue" 81" 'nO2;'e - H. -,
r 's Cne,H said her father; II don't 9see7
how 1 could do that without telling you
oGtriehts HoweYef--now,d mind if yotp
scream, or faint, oEamakel yourself in the
least bit i'll, you shall be shut up in your
own room for the rest of the days but if,
you are good you. may go and change
this :; and very. cautiously Mr.
Incy looked at her father for a
| moment as if in vain trying to understand
him, and then her white face growing still
whittier, she whispered, Papa it is i'm
possibie-it cannot be George ?"C 2Arsi
But it can be, and it is, pussy" said
her father -
Almost before the words were uttered
| Lucy had freed herself from her. fhtheHS
embrace and darted from the room and
of the intense happiness of the meeting
between, the lovers, we leave our readers
to judge.
senbled that Christmas Day there could
scarcely have been one as happy as that of
which George Rylston had so unexpectedly
become a member; and tears of gladness
rose to Mrs. Lansden's eyes when Lucy
came down. to dinner with a face ON which
a faint flush already appeared, and with
her black dress exchanged for a white one
Naturally the conversation turned upon
the mistake that had caused so much grief;
but of all present Lucy seemed least inter
ested; and when George laughingly child
her for being am Indifferent Desdemona,
and a s s aHI;s LITTLE Sr or. Ris odn1d hair
DACetAbA ENDERe,t kIlC FoAe<fCOhlo
pndArstaha so thing yet but that he was
bactS again with her; whereupo Nj iLans
den called her a selfish little puss at
which George laughipgly assured him that
there was very little to relate. y
/ " The time spent in India" said he,
"'was quiet and uninteresting. I had
good deal of hard work and very little
pleasure; for though my uncle was Kind, he
was just trife exacting, (and besides, i had
aimOtiHe for industry, SOL must saw i was,
surprised when at his death all his property
was found to have been left to me. r. After
that, my sole thought was to return to
England as SOON as possible,I and made all
necessary arrangements for my passage in
the Oberon:; but the evening before it
sailed-the evening, on, which wpote, that
letter, Lucy-I was fairly knocked up, and
the next morning when Fred Gordon, the
spaor fellow who took my plhGe, came in to
bid me good bye, 1 yves too iih 70 move.
Much as i rebeIled against what was IN
evitable, was forced to yield; and Fred,
who so seldom had anything to do, that
when he had ragged about like an earth
quake, and when he had tried too late to-
get passage to England in the Oberon,
begged me to let him take my place / com
sented; and not knowing how long il
might be before / should be able to write, j
gave him my letter. and told him your adj
dress, and left him gtor explain sgnatters
How true he was, to- hiss trust you, know
alfeady"'
Georges voice had grown somewhat
husky while he spoke of his lost friend,
and it was only after long pause that he
could proceed
= was dangerously i'll for manly weeks,
and there was no one with me who knew
anything of my English friends AS soon
as 1 was able to write, thought 1 was able
to travel; and-well, perhaps l was little
hurt that no one cared enough for me to
answer my letter so I started for Eng
land, and you don't want to be told the
rest" H.
''The part that puzzles me, though" OBJ
served Mr.. Landsen, is that Mr.. Wheeler
description of your unfortunate friend re-
sembled you" ~ E.
"Well, ," said George, 1--WE were sufficiently
alike in height; the color of our hair, and
! SO on, to make a strangers description ap-
pear similar. What are you thinking of SO
deeply, Lucy?" >.
Only -only-that my happiness is
bought with some one else's pain"
Lucy's spoken thought hushed the circle
into solemn silence; but SO it is that Ma