Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1871-08-03

could have done; making my stlcles
healtnful and pleasant 10 me, and roasi1G
me cheerily from the langGid, idle lie
which. Ii nv weakness and inactivity,
might 50 easily have LED. Bet, during A.
Scots lessons. | hal one sore heart ache
and this was through Pennies determine
ton 10 nave lessons witt me 70 learn al
learnt, and for Scot 70 teach It TO mel
And she would Lot guess wnat knew 20
wei. Would not understand with Tnat
dangerous mixture Of pain aud pleasure
and ioy and anguish, SIZE troubled 81 lis
DAYS. Poor Scot: Ii would have been
dif3cult work 70 teach her with he- paz-
zling questions and frequent inattentionj
If he had not lord her, bat, loving neE as
he did. and knowing what he knew, cd
not wonder at the old, still look which
Vas creeping into MS young face; ny own
watching eyes grew dim as | read III IN
! Whispered struggle And still, II defiance
of ali my entreaties, Pennie would insist
4 OF being taught with me; mastering
/ quickly and brilliantly what my lower rs
| ture could not grasp; entering into scot
opinions, and reading rapidly bis own half
| formed thoughts Turning round and
laughing at mis- pedantry; flashing scorn
ful, provoking words and glsrces at him
then daintily and proudly, in his very
presence, parsding the happy, trusting
love she gave his brother.
All these things | was thinking over, az
I had thought them over many and many
lonely time before, when the luncheon
bell rang, and Pennie danced n, that
Walter might give me al arm.
81 knew Scot was cut, because | saw
him ploeding up Easter Ill.," sne said.
What has he gone home .or:'
| told her / did not know, and she
looked across at Walter rather puzzled.
Then she laughed.
az know, Walter He is afraid your
mother may be frightened about satanella,
and he has gone 10 reassure her.
81 hope he may succeed, replied Wal
ter, a little sneeringly.
Il hope he has ridden SataDel!s him.
self" said. Not walked a. that dusty
up hill road"
mo; he was walking" answered Pen
ME. You may depend that was the reason
as say II is just the sort OF thing poor
Scot would be likely to do"
"Poor Scot, indeed" echoed Waiter
And slipped my hand from his arm, and
went alone into the dining room.
Scot did not appear through the meal,
but just as Pennie had declared her de.
termination TO drive me instead Of riding
he came up TO us; his face was very
white, as it always was when he was tired
or hot.
81 am glad TO see you back to-day,
Scot, said Walter, with heavy emphasis,
az he ordered Pennies horse; ''for we
were nearly missing our ride. Come,
Pennie, 1t will be doubly valuable to US
now"
Charlie" whispered Pennie, an old
visit illness in her big, bright eyes, you
look as if you didn't want me to 60.
Shall drive with you instead p
/ laughed negative; and yet did feel
strangely unwilling for her to 60, guess
ing that this ride would bring them nearer
than they had ever been before. We
watched them off Then Scot took the
reins and we followed them through the
open gates; turning the opposite way.
We spoke very little to each other-we
were real friends enough to be silent To-
gether when we would, and | remember
feeling oddly relieved when Scot drew the
pony up again before the door, and saw
Walter lounging there with his cigar.
"Charlie, Charlie" whispered Pennie,
coming in to me as I rested, and putting
her arms round my neck and her eyes
close to mine; =" some day am going to
marry Walter. Are you glad' My
dear, dear brother, are you glad for me,
and glad for Walter, and glad for your
self"
What could I tell her but that was
pady How could but be glad for her,
with the dancing, love filled eyes go near
to mine? How could l but be glad for
Walter, knowing what her love made my
own home. But how-well, there was
enough To prevent the words being false
when l told her was glad.
Really, Charlief"
kissed the quivering lips, and tod her
Walter would be happy fellow, and
should miss her sorely. The tears gathered
in her loving eyes, and think we must
both have behaved very childlessly for a
few minutes, there alone, in the tender
evening sunshine.
begged Walter to leave early that night,
for fear his mother should be nervous
about the young, scarce broken horse he
brought; but he declined. He was so
happy, and gay, and pleasant, that his re.
fusal did not sound in the least harsh OF
unkind and no one thought it so. He
and Penpie were so entirely engrossed by
each other that-my father being out, and
Scot having left the dining groom early, and
not appeared since, I slipped away into
his study. Here Scot was sitting with his
book. He looked up and smiled, but lay
down without a word, and he read on
The light failed. Scot closed his book
| without ringing for lights, and still sal
leaning back in his low chair. l heard
Satanellas footsteps as she was being led
down from the yard, and soon after Pennit
opened the door softly and came up to me
care you so tired, Charlie that you
could not stay with us9" she asked, bend
ing over mine face on which still linger
ed the parting smile which had been given
| and received few minutes before.
"You did not want me, dear" said
half sadly, half jestingly.
"Indeed, indeed we did, she answered
earnestly, fancying, perhaps, that her OWL
loving feelings must be shared by Walter
too. ave always shall. Am | not your
own and only sister, Charlie, and is not
Walter going to be your own and only
brotherf"
Even in the dying light I could SEE
Scot raise sharp, questioning face; and
reading its agony. l Involuntary laid my
hand on Pennies lips. Then l laughed