Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1871-05-11
WILL WALK WITH YOU.
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,Wesey Welles stood upon the hearth
rug in the long, low .dressing-room,
awaiting the coming of her guests. Or
dinarily she might be trife pale-quiet,
possibly though with depths quickly
stirred by the dropping of a careless
stone. Tonight she was flushed, tremu-
S1By the way,'i said her father, paus-
ing at the door, as he passed through
the hall, al met the young minister
Hayes, you know-this morning, and
asked him up to dinner ..-.,5- ezra cd
.ss'But / don't know" responded Yes
ey, as he passed on, her eyes growing
wider and wider in disnay don't
know him at all. And to night of all
nightsin she half sobbed, pulling at the
flowers in the porcelain vase before her,
until the red rose dropped all its petals
at he feet.
1t was to De the last-of the pleasant
evenings that had frightened all the
winter. Darrell Winslow and his mother
were coming to dine with them once
more before going home. They had been
boarding at the hotel just above two or
three months. .EVesey had built so many
hopes upon discovering. But now
She was fastening bunch of daphne,
sweet scented, velvet-leafed, into her
belt, when Paul entered the room.
90 Passing fair l,i he said to himself, at
glimpse of the bent head. q i.-z..ar...
The Rev. Paul Hayesp' announced
the servant. She turned quickly, not
catching the name, hearing only the
sound of feet and the opening of the
door. But the flush upon her face was
not for him.
"I-I am Miss :WelFes,9 = with rather
unnecessary -,frankness. "My father
Will be down in moment. He was
unusually late from town tonight"
5"But hearty and cold, ,''s Paul added,
mentally, as he turned away to meet
bar father s-a.....-.ls s-....a a. :
Then, at last, Mrs. winsIow and nar-
rel came. -f'i'o E't .-'->
"Who is this mani" looked out of
barrels eyes. II 2' .--s'
"And you really go home tomorrow 2''
Vesey said, sitting down besides Mrs.
Winslow. ...-5
now, and Darrell does not care TO stay.
The opera season is over you know"
he had fingered week, after week, she
thought, with sudden sinking of the
heart. Oh, how blind she had been
His careless laugh came across the room
ust then as if to mock her. -a:...7
You'll not come back before another
season 2''' She could not hide the pain
that quivered in her voice. E..t "-I p
"No," she replied, simply, ~ suppose
not.n -
The gentlemen; joined them. v7z. 4erk
faVesey was thinking how pleasant She
had hoped it would be, with only Darre
and his mother there-they four arounc
the fire in the etWilight, Qarrel by her
of the words she thought he woulG
speak. There was ring hanging upon
his watch chain. It fitted her finger
He tried it once in just: .-. .rT
She turned away from him to Paul
And yet1what should she say? What
do o'people say to ministers ? she asked
herself helplessly. And to young min
listers above all ? Oh, if he had no
comet If he would only gol If the,
would all go, and leave her alone will
her disappointmentf -
How she passed that long Dime
hour she never knew. She talked @
trivial things, as We all do, though be
meath the outward calm our very soul
are seething. When they were back ii
the drawingroom, and the others fel
into the quiet desultory chat that TO
lows dinner, she alone could not b
still. Her cold hands refused to Ii
quietly lin her lap, as shapely whit
tient waltz under her gown. She glance
at Darrell. He had thrown himself bac
fn an easy chair, his hands under hi
bead. Theirs was no fevefish glitter i
his eye. He yawned furitiYely. Sh
pushed her chair back .,,--. - mi
How stupid we areI It's the fire..
think. ItAalways dulls everybody bu
itself. VIII some one sing, or play ?
And she sat down herself before til
piano. r. .r,t.-.. s.el .,gn..s /
She struck quick, sharp chord. "
could dance to nightr' She had fo
gotten the Young minister and b
probable prejudices. He caught
glimpse, just then, of the flushed, il
tense face. But in an instant, with IL
minor chord that followed, it change
Tears rushed into her eyes. Her bac
was to the others. Only Paul saw IL
sudden saddening of the face, the fs
of the wet eyelids. .s-. %. r...t tt
"Such wonderful spirits p exclaimt
Mrs. Winslow. So ight-hearted Yes,
always is., = 81, .S--+ -
An E' responded Paul. But he ft
into a reverie. - = '.'rtI q
BARREL leaned over her. "What h
come to youth = e;sr - :
@How2 Why2" She did not pau
in her playing. =; .,.. ...-- - =
4" You're simply glorious now. Y,
hardly need crown" ,''
Her hands went wrong A oui,
clash--a discord-then she went on. 81
gas growing strong equal to the stri
There is nothing SO deathless as wo
ans pride. 1t had risen at last. 3
hands flashed over the keys, throwi
on sparks of the widest, gayest mus
rGood night and goodbye, it MI
be-" he said, OBTAINING her hand VIII
they separated. "We shall take t
early train"
The flush died ont of ho. e G