The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-10-19


/ posed and resolute and proceeded
to pack up her possessions. q
must 90 home and the sOonerI an
married, the better. for as tht
wife ofIVineent / cannot, viii not
think Of another. One more even
I ing with dear good Mrs. Stanhope
one mere visit to the loved Scenes
around Valley Farm-and then
good bye to them all forever. Oh
Frank. Frank, can I ever forget
you? This happy blissful summer
with you viii ever be green in my
memory. Oh, that I could forget. +"
The tears sprang again to her eyes
but sllg herceIy brushed them away.
Vincent was there again the next
day, AID together they wandered
over all the old walks and stopped
at last close to the rivers edge.
The river mas deep, with swift,
strong current, and Yieyie had of
ten stood gazing into its dark.
gloomy depths, dreaming for hours;
now she bent over them silently,
scarcely bearing Yincent's passion
ate words Just across the path in
the next field were the haymakers,
and among them she easily distin-
guished Flank by his tall and sym
metrieal form and his easy grace
full motions. Fix her eyes deter
mined as she would upon the water,
they would wander to him, and had
Vincent known how far her mind
was away from what he was saying,
he would have been more impa-
tient and reproachfuI than ever.
But Vieyie was growing so weary .
Of his ceaseless homage. and a fan
cy seized her TO see how fan down
she could look into the clear water
Of the river. There was an old tree
near them that had fallen with its
top far into the stream. Out upon
that she climbed, far as she could
go, spite Of Vmcent's entreaties and
lightly leaning over an old bough
she gazed down, down into clear,
swift waters. But the old decayed
limbs could not bear even her slen- I
der form, and swaying and trem
bling a few momepts taeyf with /
a crash and left Vievie struggling in 4
the cold river. Meanwhile Vincent !
was uttering a series of frightened !
yells running up and down The bank /
and jumping in and out Of the riy-
er, and fiially pulling off'his s'beau-
tifully fitting boots" and laying
them carefully on the log. He was
just deciding toAwadc out little
way into the water, when Frank
Wyman bounded past him, and |
plunged into the river. Some of |
the harvest hands started for a
boata quarter Of a mile Hp stream, /
others stood hopelessly with Vim
cent on the bank But Frank rap |
idly toward The spot where |
Vievie had sunk, and grasped her
firmly when she arose. He struck
out vigorously for the shore, but
the swift, strong current carried
him farther and farther down
stream, and spite of all his ef,rts, j
5urdened as he was, he could not
get near the shore. His only hope
was that he could keep up till the !
boat came; but at last he despaired
even of that.
ooh Vievie, I cannot save you.
Sod helpus, we must die together"
Leave me and saye YOURSELF said
Vievic family. 'sNever! Oh darl-
ng with death so close it=cannot
De wrong to tell you how passion
,tely love youl Vievie! Vievie,
one word OhGoa, she is deadr'
Bat she was not dead, only exhaust
ID. One faint smile one low whis-
per, Il love you," and her senses
eft her With new strength in
lis arms, and new hope in his
leart he exerted himself once
more. and with almost superhu-
nan effort Kept Vievie and himself
above water till the boat came,
md they were lifted almost Iifeless
nto it.
Ceaseless and untiring care re
stored them both. Vincent was
,ending over Yieyie with passion
tie extravagant excIamations, and
praying her to live for him when
he came to herself.
Vincent, if my life was not
worth to You the risking Of your
'wn to save it, you cannot have it.
t is useless to say more; hence
orth you are nothing to me-" No
ntreaties or excuses could prevail;
ml Vincent departed q sadder and
wiser man.
Yievie returned home soon to
make preparations for her coming
.ridal day-but she did. not make
hem reluctantly this time. what
yer may have been her thoughts
t marrying a @poor farm hand
nee, she is proud Of her noble, in
farmer husband.
There is no funeral so sad to fol-