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


She gave one look into his FACE ;.
that she only seemed 70 have m,ss
eyes from the garden into the ro,s
Where are you going, Scot,S y
PLEASE don't go away. Tbis
room, not ours. l am going mysss
| have spoken to you and Walter
~lse W are you angry, darlings
; No, not al all, she answered
from him and standing beside tbess
which Scot had sat down again ~
not now make myself feel evs,
with you, Walter"
Thank you. Thank you ds.,,
said, ioyfully. Come out with
want to tell you how it was.p
Tell me here" she answers,
quietly.
That's hardly fair" be cn,.
with reason, l thu ugnt,, but. 81
my daring, never fame ed nv
was really so III"
81 told you" replied pennie, stA
buietly.
Eyes, you did say So" replied r.,
looking for the first time little No..
and anxious; but l knew she was
fanciful, and l thought this was on, \
false alarms. You ought to be sc-
me, Pennie. l thought you would Il
me in this grief"
She did not look into the face !,
was shade of real grief; and be W.
passionately in her silence.
Pennie, l want TO speak to YOU b
away. Why do you stay here!"
Because" she said, moving lnl
laying her hand On the back Of \
chair, because l would rather spess
Scot will listen to me; and teach 10.
again-teach me what to do"
She paused for few moments. vi
leaning against the table, looked
upon her in establishment.
ascot, if have learned that hsv
a great, great mistake in thinking
loved your brother more than-srr
else, isn't it best and kindcst to tell
now, before it is too later"
Scot did not answer her, and she n
ed the question, her beautiful eyes
like in their pleading.
Would it be right to tell bin 50
or go on in the falsehood?"
Right to tell him So" answered
in tones low and quiet.
"TheD Walter" she said, raisin
face to him as it flushed and paled RI
81 will tell you of my mistake now,
your brother and my own. There
once two gifts of love within my ID
and the one which my eager, ignd
hand grasped, because it seemed 4
bright and winning to my dazzled eye,
not the one which could satisfy my b
did not understand either then :; l va
powerless to feel the deep self-forge
ness of the one as the shallow selfish
of the other; but now that know my
heart, Walter, / cannot hide its disappt
ment. Some day myself shall be old
suffering, perhaps-ianciful, too, /
say i; those who give much love, tOl
but little in return, often are-and l SD
not like to feel that when l summoned
to my dying bed you would not heed
summons. l should not like all third
my life to pour out q wealth of love onI
who could laugh at me for the exsd
intensity of the gift. And so 1 am '
very grateful l have read tais in my d
before it was too late"
This is nonsense, Pennie," interua
Walter, with forced smile "Come,
let me explain to you"
"You have done So" Pennie said 4
with her hand on Scots cha;r, and d
with her eyes clear and undroU ping. II
have explained 1t all to me during The
few weeks. Now 1t is my turn, and
trying to do so; only it seems as if I'd
not say much even now of what is in
own heart. Your mother had a fait1
careful nurse, Walter, in all her LID
and by him no duty was neglected
| pleasure sought. Charlie, did Scot
his own pleasure? did he fail in an
his duties, through all the time that
ter was securing his own pleasure 4
lessly, and failing in this one chief do
mot one" she repeated, the little
tight on his chair, but her face I
turned to Scot. "Not one. Did an
membrance Of this pain weaken
hand, or chill his heart? Did it.
lie,"
"Never," I said again, looking
moment into Walters vexed and %
face.
"Never," she repeated. "Did any
thought Of himself make him shrink !
his duty to you, Charlie, because na
bitter to him? or from his duty %
mother, because she blamed him sl'
that her own idolized son had left b
die alone?"
mot one"
Walter, the love of such hear
prize to be grateful for through all ID
and through all years l will be gn
that once this prize was mine. Scot
Scot, you have taught me all the
that l know; teach me what to DO
that my heart is hungcring YEARLY
such q love as that from which ltr
away not long ago"
Not a word did Scot answer, while
face was hidden in his hands.
l am waiting for your answer, 500.
The hand that had been on bis Z
loosened its hold; the little stsnl
figure slipped down ard kneeled upa
floor beside him; and both hands y
laid upon the tremulous white fHsf
pressed so tightly In his hair.
Look, Scot, how I am waiting
your answer" she breathed. -
never been obedient to you before, y
as you have taught me; but am wa
to obey you now" j
What face it was that her gentle u
uncovered! could hardly bear to loo'a
on it in its wondering. bewildered p!
it told so plainly of the anguish tha
been lived through. Pennies los
burst involuntarily from her shaking t
when she saw it.
20, Scot, forgive me for it all [? A