New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1871-07-23

lights, and still sat leaning back in his Low
chair. heard Satanellas footsteps as sh
was being led down from the yard, and sool
} after Pennie opened the door softly ant
came up to me.
"Are you SO tired, Charlie, that you could
not stay with us !" she asked, bending Ovel
mine face on which still fingered the part
ing smile which had been given and re
; ceived few minutes before.
"You did not want me, dear" / said, hal
sadly, half iestingly.
"Indeed indeed we did, she answered
earnestly, fancying, perhaps. that her owl
loving feelings must be shared by Walter
too. 1--WE always shall. Am l not you
own and only sister, Charlie, and is mo-
Walter going to be your own and orly
brother -
Even in the dying light could see Scot
raise sharp, questioning face. and, reading
its agony, involuntarily laid my hand OF
Pennies lips. Then l laughed nervOusly al
her astonishment.
your own lips" said, wishing with all my
heart had told him myself while we sat
alone there in the twilight
"Oh, Scot" she began, with shy hesita
ton, Il did not see you, else l would have
told. At least l think SO. if-if Walter
hasn't"
"You have kept Walter so entirely to
yourself, little lady put in, hurriedly,
"that he can not have told any one
"He-and l." said Pennie in slow, happy
tones, but with timid, shrinking eyes, as she
look at him, ''are-engaged, Scot
Eyes" said Scot, quietly.
She paused a minute, waiting for him to
| say more, then tossed back her bright little
head, and looked down comically at me.
Ought not Scot to say he's glad, or some
thing of that kind, Charlie!" Isn't it con-
sidered rightF'
/ saw that she was speaking at random,
and that her cheeks had flushed and her
| eyes filled with tears as she read what was
so sadly familiar 10 me in the grave kind
| face.
II think you need no congratulations,
dear" said vaguely, you have enough in
| your own heart"
Her little fingers closed tightly on mine,
| yet she had recourse to her old petulant de-
| tiance Immediately.
''Scot is hard, and stern, and cold to me,
as usual" she stammered holly, Just be-
cause | made few mistakes in a paltry
translation
Scot was standing against the table close
to us then; his slight figure leaning little;
his face white and proud.
''lf | can be hard and stern and cold TO
you. child, then let me be so, child in pity, for
under it all my heart burns with a wild,
strong love, which | can not always govern.
Let me burn it out if can, whatever comes
to take its place"
There was long, motionless pause among
us: then, with startled movement, as if
something was suddenly made clear to her.
Pennie left my side and stood close to Scot.
She laid her two little hands on his, and
spoke with glistening eyes.
Some day, Scot, when you have taught
Charlie and me all that we shall be able to
learn lit isn't much, you know. you will 90
out into the great world and find happi-
ness like mine, only deeper, and when you
tell me of it-as you will do, because we
shall be always friends-I shall say what
you are saying to me now with your kind
eyes: God bless you in your happiness ="
Scot took the little earnest hands and held
them closely for minute; but if he spoke
at all did not hear what he said. Then he
went away, and Pennie sat down beside me.
very still and silent while the pitying dark
ness crept in and hid her face.
"Isn't that true verse. Charlev-'Their's
is the sorrow who are left behindr"
Pennie was driving me home from the
station. We had been TO see Walter off TO
London on his way to the continent, where
he was to spend six months with a party of
old college friends. The reins were I'M
necessarily tight in Pennies hand; the little
March sunshine, and the young voice was
bright only by great effort.
(Which suppose is very soothing re-
Election for YOU" | said, smiling, "as
you love Walter so much better than your
self"
Yes but l was thinking of some one
else. too. May we drive on to see Mrs. |
Cowen She said this parting would break |
her heart
Never mind to-day. Pennie. Scot is
there. He is best to be with her now-best |
to be with her always, if she did but know |
it,"
''Not better than Walter, Charley. she
replied, her eyes all afame in their sorrow: |
mot better than such a dear, dear, pleasant |
fellow. Scot is not the very idol of his
mothers heart-like Walter"
mo; in consequence of his mothers heart |
being set against him" But l stopped |
with laugh, for l would not vex Pennie |
to-day with this old argument of ours.
" Now Charlie" she said, her face so
happy in its love, so wistful and tender in
its first pain of parting, in spite of all you
choose to say of Scots goodness and of
Walters thoughtlessness, you know very
well that everybody likes Walter best.
They can't help it. No more can l."
She seemed to miss Walter very much,
and she was just her own willful self all
the time-always waiting on me, teasing
Scot, and acting the pleasant. demure little
mistress of the house when our father came
home at night. Often | felt very angry
with her; and at last one day when Scot had
had one of his old hard struggling morn
ngs, l followed her out and told her | could
not stand by and see his brave, patient
pain,
You ought never TO come in TO study
with u.s." / said, hOtly. you should learn
nothing all your life rather than learn from
him now"
But there is no one else to learn FROM"
she pouted. so | must"
Then | wish TO Heaven he would care
ess for my good and go away for his own
sake"
"That would be very unkind, though |
lare say that he will do so sOon," said Pen
lie.
"You of all the world should Judge Scot
most tenderly and kindly, Penne,r | cried
'And so do, dear Charlie" she answered,
with quick earnestness.
Then leave him to himself. | shall miss
you woefully, as you know; but | would
'ather you never came until our work is
,ver, and we will meet on equal ground"
Charlie" she said, in a voice of utter
am always lonely and rest
ess and mischievous away from you; but |
will not come in again.
And then, of course, / was miserable.
hOugh had gained what l wished.
After that, Pennies behavior to Scot
hanged. Day after day she forgot to Join
'ur studies; forgot it in the most easy and
natural manner imaginable, offering no
orced reasons, showing no conscious en-
and day after day she grew
Iuieter and quieter to Scot, but more
thoughtful She went alone very often to
ee Mrs. Cowen, but these visits never
heered her. The mothers blind and de-
'Oted dedication of the son, contrasted with
he sons easy carelessness of the mother,
retted Pennies tender heart snrelv | saw