The Lincoln County herald., 1871-11-16

"Yes, I remember. an going out
there on purpose to see IL this coming
summer. 0laa .'s, .. If.
"And I. too. Who knows but what
ws shall meet2" ..
II was in the midst of August heats
that Mrs. Logan, paying flying visit to
Rye6eld, procured the keys to the old
school house - empty nov for suumer
vacstion--and walked down there alone
one afternoon to take look at it.
The door swung silently upon its
hinges as che entered and looked
strangely about. II was not the clsanesl
place 10 the world, for q coat Of dust,
raised by the last sweeping, had settled
over everything, but the rough coated
walls looked as familiar % ever, and the
glazed maps hanging there and the un
painted wooden beuches. 1t vas in that
corner Scott Goldrick used to sit-and
remembering, . tide Of recolections
rushed over her, and she sat down in the
low backed chair, and laid her head on
shA pima t.bls jusA ss chs had done thu,
evening moro than seven years before.
Sitting there buried 10 thought, she
did not hear the steps that crossed the
threshold that paused at the door and
then came 10 her, while voice said:
"Mlss Burnett, | am going away
Will you bid mo 60, bye?'
She looked up with q little cry-to
meet pair Of clear hazel eyes, to see be.
fore her . bright handsome face, and
waves Of chestnut hair.
"You sre really here, M. Goldrick
I could almost believe that the old days
had como back again."
"You used TO call me Scott, them" he
said significantly, coming round and
knesling on one knee beside her chair
"You ore not pale now, so | shall not
sprinkle your face with water" gIancing
at the empty cup standing upon the
table, but I should like to have you,
head on my shoulder"
She made . movement to rise but be
detained her.
Don't be offended, Olive" he sale
earnestly. IL made o confession Of my
sins that night; let me make another
confession now. I think l began to love
you that evening, but was boy
know now that love you. Your tsct
has always been before me, the sweetest
and finest in the world. You sent int
away then don't be 80 cruel aesin.
want to stay with you always, Olive.
want to be your husband"
For answer she put up her hand anc
drew his head down upon her shoulder
And the brown walls must have opeuet
cycs Of establishment. if eyes they bad. t.
SEQ Scott Goldrick kissing the blushin4
lit,lo woman. You see when man fall.
in love for the frst time at twenty seven
hs 10 apt to be desperately 10 earnest.
And 10 the gathering gloom Of twilight
they locked the door Of the old school
house behind them. and turned thei
steps homeward, not teacher and pupi
now, but pllghted man and wife.
DR.. Ed. NEwToN's LAsT.-Mr. Smith
from Arkansas, carelessly enters . stor
in New York-looks around rather be
wildered
Merchant advances politely and says
'Look at some goots die mornin, saire
l sell you mine goots 80 cheap as neve
vas"
Smith Cooking up and abouD: I"
don't think this is the place. used 4
trade about here somewhere, but thi
dom { look like the store" .. ....
"Oh, mine dear sare, dis is de place, Va
your naue, saire p
r "Smith, of Arkansaw. Ihaven't bee
in the city for several years, but use
to trade about here somewhere" .I
"Oh. mine good friend, Mr.. Smith,
n does remember you 90 veil did col
|. you mine goots! oh, yes, sellem .
sheap."
Smith (,ti,l doubtful about tho locs
tiou): "But this isn't like the store
' it was q small wood store whore
traded"
: "Oh, mine goot friend, wo take d.
! atore down, and build dis store. "
T sell gouts 80 many end so shssp We car
|, not do any more mid dat stors." ''.
Smith (still suspioious). "But 20
\ don't look like the man (: he was large
man than you ere" '"'' '" ''.'l
"Oh, mine dear saire, Oh. mine Go,
= (Cryipe). Oh, do droubbles. Oh, min
: hrudder, mina poor bruddor, Meaths
: Smith, from Arkansas, mine brudder, '.
! sell you mine goots 80 sheap Is dead
Mine brudder sell you mine goots. H
! vas so large, hs look 40 veil, Oh, min
. .. poor brudderl (Vsry much affected
He tells me joost ven he die-he say
'Yacob If mine friend Mcsther Smit, {
Arkansaw, come here aga in, be is min
friend, and you moost sell him your goo'
y 70 shcap ss never vas Mine dear sair'
vat goots you like to buy T'-Iho Fa
y Thing.
o SWAMP LANDs.-One man and 2 yer
o common horses raised 1000 bushels G