Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1871-09-08
George Ferrars, New York. Mic,

George Ferrars, New York. Nice
name"
And he is sent to us by the DoIla-
6ys. We must go down at once" said
Evelyn, burrowing in her heavy front
mar. 'Now-urn-um-if it were any
one else coulc send you down while
nnlsh this Paragraph. Have / any
INK on my ncse?"
No." replied Jean, ''your pony
doesn't splash, no matter how close
ana how last you press him."
Evelyn swept up the stairs like one
OF waiter SCOTS grand DANES, and
Jean slipped softly in lier train.
GeCrge ferrars came forward, and
made himself engagingly known. He
lao phsihess IN the village for week
or two, and as he already knew the
sisters, particularly Miss Evelyn, 10y
reputation, he had begged his friends
To recommend him to their notice.
Evelyn gave him hearty, though
cautious courtesy. Jean set down Oh
low chair afar off and gave him her
heart. Jean had met plenty of men,
but George Ferrars came to her as her
Ferdinand; she thought with Miriam
da-like establishment, "notning natural
pOIse, all the granite qualities she ad-
mired were circled by his supple frame.
While he and Evelyn talked, she
watched his easy, manly face, and the
light breaking wonderfully through
hIs eye. When she was caught up in
to the talk she kept on staring in
way that Evelyn afterward denounced
as shocking, and for which Jean did
penance i'll a series of handkerchiefs.
10 think of woman pouring out
such homage before big animal who
treads on things, and rOars subdued
thunder when dinner isn't ready, and
feeds himself like an OK; but jeans
FOLLY in this respect is not peculiarly
her own.
George Ferrars staid to tea. The
next evening he asked the young la
discs TO ride and show him the fine
points of their landscapes. The next
day being rainy. Evelyn gave up a
whole afternoon to cut magazines with
Mr. Ferras, and enliven the time with
duets an arguments. AS for Jean, like
the good woman we read of, "she did
what she could" She was strangely
glad and anxious to please. / hope
yOu will not fall entirely out of pa
tience with her when l confess she
had not spirit TO be jealous of her sis
ter. 1t was enough for Jean to get the
corona of shine that came past Evelyn
and lighted her eclipse.
Mr.. terrars fingered day or two
over time, then suddenly bade them
goodbye and departed. Jean watched
TO the limits OF sight, through very
little creek in her shutter, his free,
swinging gait; and then sat down
twisting her hands hard. What allied
her? Evelyn pushed back her cuffs
and mounted that pen.
II have lost nearly q week" she
unused. What nuisance it would
be to have man about all the timen'
So saying, she returned to pure retiec
tions. Loyal to itself was this nature
under steel. l wish we were all thick
skinned.
Jean and Evelyn loved each other
dearly, but not interchangeably. Jean
PASSED through her experience" uu-
der her elders nose, without that ell
del's shifting the living romance. l
believe people who write most about
love know least about it.
George Ferrars had come and swept
the whole breadth of my child-wo-
mans nature, breaking its virgin quiet
into strange and quiVering symphO-
MES. But when she listened for his
part OF the man-and-woman duet, there |
was no ullStCcr.
There is so much tragedy and so
much comedy in this wOlderIul witch
craft. 1t is measles on the mind. Few
people get through life without catch |
ing it; the Older they are when victim
lied, the worse it hurts. Yet its fire
is a reiiner's fire. 1t lifts the groSsest |
man out of his fat; (always saving and
excepting Falstafi.) 1t makes the
purest woman long for angelhood.
Jean dropped during the hot months. |
If she had had the spirit of grass |
hopper, she would have hoped up |
and shown it. But there are some |
women who die of heart-ache. They |
are those who neCer tell. The long |
drouth of pain is death to their flesh |
Just as surely as the hot summer is |
death to the grass. She got ghostiy |
sweetness in her waning. Evelyn was |
frightened and forbade her studying. |
She drove the little sister out into so
ciety more, and talked seriously OF |
carving her to the sea shore. But |
J can begged tC stay at home. She |
loved to hide in her own room and |
peep through a crack in the shutter. |
Indifferent Launcelot had quite bro
ken the eb and turned the head OF
this second unsOphiSticated Lady of |
Shalott.
As for Jemima, her heart and oven |
were in a perpetual freshet OF custards |
and kindness.
At the dusky end Of one day, Jean |
Slipped into the study, and dropped |
her mead against Evelyn's knee.
WHATS the maJter?' asked the ell |
der. quickly, seeking the curl-shaded |
head with uncertain hand, without ta-
king her eyes off the page.
"Nothing," said Jean.
EVELYN raised her eyes in ecstacy, |
and no doubt by inspiration, read many |
Wonderful things on the opposite wall. |
You're happy, ,aren'tVou, Evelyn"
said Jean, watching the muses. daugh- |
ter respectfully.
No sound for about two minutes, ex-
cept the breathing OF the pen, as IL
nn,red ont those "wOrds that burn"
which we hear so much about.
lean was lonesome. She took hold |
of Evelyn's hand.
"l1o YOU like me, Evelyn" she ask
cd plaintively.
"Of course" answered Evelyn, faint
Iv sensible of the question. Just |
hear this" AS if to prove her atfec-
tion, she read six pages of the matter
in hand.
lean was diverted. But we can't
always eat at other peoples tables
We want them TO come III and break
bread with us. sometimes, even though |
we have nothing TO offer them but
bread of bitterness. She hardly en-
joyed the sop thrown her.
People live side by side in the same
house, and sit front To front at the
same meals, and even lie on the
same pillow, without ever seeing each
other.
II believe I'll take n walk" said
Jean. with unconscious pathOs. And
Evelyn was going down the white
track of her thought-road so fast, that
she was quite out of sight tfigurative-