The daily Panola star. (Sardis, Miss.) 1871-1872, 1871-11-01


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sfd Hp ~ thIs moment. bad given Neay
suddenly, and sssksf Than . ehl 4 shs
- there. her breath coming IN little
snort saspz.
t'nassd % womsn's modes sd ways.
be Wa Il loss eh<t % Dc. IIs hal sn
lea. though. that when . lady tainted
cold water was the thing. 10 he sprinxl 4
her fane with the cup standing on the
table within resfh of his hand, and man.
Ike be drew her bead down upon hI'
shoulder.
Sne was not Altogether unconscious,
for she msfe a weak movement 10 with
draw herseIi from his arm, but hc whis.
pered: Trust me and lie stili. will you
not. tlIl you are betterfv conscious the
while Of an odd pleasant thrill n BIZ heart
~ or face lay 20 near his own that he
could have touched II with his Ilps.
n he had been dozen years older he
would most likely have yielded 10 the
temptation and kissed the roses back TO
her cheeks. but there was Just the least
bit Of boylsh timidity yet about him, and
besides he could not forget that he had
been the cause Of this very Illness, and
bis heart smote him regretfully every
time he looked at her.
She sent him away, by-and-by, as soon
as she was able to sit up without sup
port. She would not let btm 20 home
with her, either, though he begged her
I to let him do so; she would do better BY
herself, she faid. = But seeing the
troubled look in his eyes as he turned
awav, she r,lented so far as tn say:
al trust we part as friends"
4 He came back to her at this, saying
earnestly:
"Can you be my friend afier what you
have known OF Lac for the past two
months?" 3fA
!. III canbe-I am sincerely your friend,''
"Thank you for that. Knowing it, I
ishan not carry such troubled con-
science away with me-"
All! he never guessed that, instead Of
troubled conscience, he was carrying
Olive Burnett's heart with him.
1t was seven years before they looked
upon each others faces again. Such a
long, long interval. Those seven years
had changed Scott Goldrick into sue
cessful business man, steadily amassing
his thousands, and alive to the brilliant
courted young widow Mrs. Logan.
She had grown heartsick OF teaching,
and one day, In desperate mood, gave
1t up and married Paul Logan, the rich
Landowner. Scott Goldrick, hearing OF
it in the distant city where he was liv-
Ing, said "Such pity She was one
woman Of thousand, and deserves a
better man than that"
Well, Paul Logan was better man
than Scott Goldrick's words would seem
to imply; and, better still, his gold
brought all comforts to the helpless
mother until she died, and home with
all the advantages Of wealth to the little
sisters. And now, with her husband
two years in the grave, Mrs. Logan went
freely into society once more.
\ "Such lovely woman" men said
I when speaking OF her; and Scott Gold
rick indorsed the verdict when he met
her at reception one evening, and the
| hostess, supposing them to be unac-
quainted, presented him.
1t was the Olive Burnett OF seven
years ago who smiled up at him as she
said to Mrs. Lake: Mr.. Goldrick and
are very Olu IrlenuS."
"Yon remember me, then?" he said,
as he led her away.
II shall never forget" was the sweet
ly grave reply.
But somehow, with this flattering be-
ginning they did not seem to make much
progress In the renewal of their aquaint-
anceship. Meeting often as they did at
party aud ball receptions, at concerts
and theaters and operas, there was al
ways an indefinable something, dis
tance betweeo them; and 1t was quite at
the close Of the Winter that, calling one
morning on Mrs. Logan to make his
adieu before leaving town. Scott Cold
rick fingered moment as he bowed
over her hand at parting, to say hall
jestiugly, but yet In earnest, too:
"Do you remember the old school.
heuse?"
"Yes, remember. l am going out
there on purpose to see 1t this coming
summer"
"And /, too. Who knows but what we
,hall meet?''
1t was in the midst of August heats
Vat Mrs. Logan, paying flying visit to
r, ,eneld, procured the key to the old
cnoolhouse-empty now for summer va
calion-and walked down there alone one
afternoon TO take a look at it.
Toe door swung upon Its hinges
as She entered and looked strangely yabout.
It was not the cleanest place in the world,
for a, coat OF dust, raised by the last
sweeping, had settled over everything,
but The rough-coated walls looked as IA
miliar as ever, and the glazed maps hang
ing there and the unpainted wooden
benches. 1t was in that corner Scott
Goldrick used to sit--and remembering
tide OF recollectins rushed over her, and
she sat down In the low backed chair
and laid her head on the pine table Just
as she had done that evening more thar
seven years before. .
Sitting there buried in thought, she die
not hear the footsteps, that crossed TIN
threshold--that paused at the door ant
then came to her, while voice said:
"Miss Burnett, I am going away. vii
you bid me good-byel" sz9 WN
She looked up with little ecry--to NEE
{ pair OF clear hazel eyes, 10 see befor
her a bright, handsome face, and heav!
waves of chestnut hair.
"You are really here. Mr.. Goldrickl
could almost believe that the old day
|, had come back again.
/! ssYou used to call me Scott, then,' h
said significantly, coming round an
~ kneeliDg on one knee beside her chair
"You are not pale, now, SO l shall no
sprinkle your face with water" glancini
e the empty cup standing upon the table
but I sT6ild' like to have -FOUR head B
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