Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1871-08-18
CEDAR FALLS. IOWA FRIDAY AUGUST IS, 1871

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II shall never forget" was the
sweetly grave reply.
But somehow, with this fiattering
beginning they did not seem to make
much progress insthe renewal of their
old acquaintanceship. Meeting often
as they did at party and ball recep-
.tions, at concerts and theaters and
operas, there was always an indefina-
BILE something, distance between
them; and 1t was quite at the close
of the winter that calling one morn
ing on Mrs. Logan to make his adleu
before leaving town, Scott Goldrlck
fingered moment as he bowed over
her band at parting to say half jest
ingly, but yet in earnest, too:
"Do you remember the old school.
house? ?'' ..... .........'.
"Yes, remember. l am going out
there on purpose to see 1t this coming
summer" G
"And / too. Who knows but what
we shall meet::'' h ..a
twas In the midst of August heats
that Mrs. Logan, paying a flying
visit to Ryefield, procured the key to
the old school house-empty now
for summer vacation-and walked
down there alone one afternoon to
take look at IL.
The door swung rustily upon Its
hinges as she entered and looked
strangely about. 1t was not the
cleanest place in the world, for coat
of dust, raised by the last sweeping,
had settled over every thing, but the
rough-coated walls looked as familiar
as ever, and the glazed maps hang
ing there, and the unpainted wooden
benches. 1t was In that corner Scott
Geldrick used to sit--and remember
ing, a tide of recollections rushed
over her, and she sat down In the
low>backed chair. and laid her head
upon the pine table just as she had
done that evening more than seven
years before. uf. ..s ........,.. ......
Sitting there buried In thought, she
did not hear the footsteps that cross
ed the threshold-that paused at the
door and then came to her, while a
voice said:
Miss Burnett, I am going away.
Will you bid me good-bye9' .'s1
She looked up with little cry Ito
meet pair Of clear hazel eyes, to see
before her bright. handsome face,
and heavy waves of chestnut hair.
"You are really here, Mr.. Gold
rick 1 could almost believe that
the old days had come back again -
you used to call me Scott them
he said significantly, coming round
and kneeling on one knee beside hei
chair. "You are not pale now, so
shall not sprinkle your face with
water" glancing at the empty cur
standing upon the table, "but !
should like to have your head on my
shoulder" @Ht W8
She made movement to rise bu,
he detained her.n ,.. .,-..-.aa
Don't be offended, Olive" he said
earnestly. "I made confession OF
my sins that night, let me make an
other confession, ] think j began to
love you that evening, but I was q
boy knew not that loved you
Your face has always been before me
the sweetest and finest in the world
You sent me away from you then
don't be so cruel again. / want t,
stay with you always, Olive. / wan
to be your husband.
For answer, she put up her hane
and drew bis head down upon hel
shoulder. And the brown walls
must have opened eyes of astonish-
ment, IL eyes they had, to see Scott
Goldrick kissing the blushing little
woman. You see when man falls
in love for the first time at twenty.
seven, he Is apt to be desperately In
earnest.
And in the gathering gloom o1
twilight they locked the door OF the
old school house behind them, and
turned their steps homeward, not
teacher and pupil now, but plighted
man and wife.