The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1872-03-27
NEW IBERIA, La, WEDNESDAY, MARCH a. 1872

head. He stood before aer presently wit
the books on his arm and his hat in h
hand,
.. am going away, Miss Burnett; SO sta,
Will you bid me good bye 7"
Still she did not look up OF speak. H
persisted gently.
Have l offended you Beyond all hope G
forgiveness
She gave him her hand at that.
, mo, but
~'But you are sick. Miss Barnett ;" as h
Jaw in her face plainly. "Ycu are roal
SICK. What can do for you
! She tried to smile.
at is only a headaches.I have had it al
day. and touch of fever with it perhaps
Nothing more.
You have been sick al! day, and I hav
hecn aggrayating the jfe out of you" n
said, remcIseful!v. in Lie sarnes.ues, dow,
on one knee beside her char. with hal
eS.d-s hall nssJ g.avs.,Ez<se do, s.oohla.
yo% constantly. not to-dsseaniy, but eve
since you came here to teach What ,
brute you must think me. 1t was unmanl,
and cowurdly to act as did. No, you mus
let me make full confession now," kissine
the hand she laid over his mouth TO stol
him. But, Miss Burnett. you are yer,
Ill. seriously alarmed now at the sight o
her white face and closed eyes, for the self
control maintained by main force all day
and up to this moment, had given away sud
denly, and weaker than child she sal
there, her breath coming in little shor,
gasps.
Unused to woman's modes and ways, he
was at loss what to do. He had an idea,
though, that when lady tainted cold water
was the thing, 80 he sparkled her face with
the cup standing on the table within reach
OF his hand. and man-liks he drew her head
down upon his shoulder.
She was not altogether unconscious, for
she made a weak movement to withdraw
herself from his arm, but be whispered A.:
Trust me and lie still, will you not, till you
are better - conscious the while of an odd,
pleasant thrill at his heart as her face lay so
near his own that he casla-hsve touched it
with his lips.
If he had been dozen years older he
would most likely have yielded to the temp
taticn and kissed the roses back to her
cheeks but there was just the least bit of
boyish timidity yet about him. and besides
he could not forget that he had been the
cause of this very illness, and his heart
smote him regretfully every time he looked
at her.
She sent him away, by-and-by-as coon
as she was able to sit up without support.
She would not let him go home with her.
either, though he begged her to let him do
so !; she would do better BY herself, she
said. But seeing tho troubled look in his
eyes as he turned away. she relented 90 far
as to say:
II trust We part as friends."
lie came back to her ct this. saying
'Can you be my friend after what YOU
have k.-own of me for the past two months :"
can oe--l arr sincerely your friend"
Thank you for hat KNOWING il. I
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All he never guessed chat, instead of a
troubled conscience. he was carrying Olive
Burnett's heart with him.
1t was seven years before they looked
upon each others face again. Such long.
interval. Those seven years had changed
Scott Goldrick into a successful business
man, steadily amassing bis thousands, and
alive to the brilliant. cour:ed young widow
Mrs. Logan.
She had grown heart-sick of teaching,
and one day. in a desperate mood, gave it
ap and married Paul Logan. the rich land
owner. Scott Goldrick, bearing of it in the
distant city where he was living, said
such pity !-She was one woman of
thousand, and deserves a better man than
hat"
Well. Paul Logan was o better man than
Scott Goldrick's words would seem to i'm
ply and better still, his gold brought all
comforts to the helpless mother, until she
lied, and home with all the advantages of
wealth to the little sisters. And now, with
her husband two yesEa.iR the grave. Mrs.
Logan went freely into society once more.
"Such lovely woman" men said when
speaking OF her; and Scott Goldrick in
1orsed the verdict when be met her at re
'ePtlon one' evening, and the hostess, sup
posing them to be unacquainted, prese nted
him.
Itwas the Olive Burnett-ef seven years ogo
Who smiled up at him. as she said to Mrs.
Lake Mr.. GOidrick and I are very old
riends."
''You remember me, then r. he said, as
~
u shall never forget was the sweetly
grave reply.
But somehow" with this hattering be-
ginning they did not eeem to make much
progress in the renewal of their acquain
aaceshlP. Meeting often as they did at
party and ball receptions, at concerts and
heatres and operas, there was always an
ndennable something, a distance between
hem and it was quite at the the close of
he Winter that, caIlirs one morning on
Mrs. Logan to make his adieu befors leav-
nyg town, Scott Geldrick fingered moment
y be be.sdfsxer her E1sAss-3srting. to says
bslf jossiaaiy. ba; zasa eArnest. too: y
"OO yea remember tie old shool.house ~
Eyes remember. I Gm going out
here on purpose to see il this coming Sum
ner.'
And /. too. Who knows but what We
shall meet.''
1t was 10 the midst ot August heats that
H,s, Logan, paying flying visit to Rye
isld, procured the, key to the old school
md walked down there alone one afternoon
% take q look at it.
The door swung russily upon its hinges.
IS she entered and lookSd strangely about.
Il was not the cleanest place in the world.
For coat of dust, raised by the last sweep.
rg. had settled over everything. but the
rough-coate walls looked as familiar as
sver, and the glazed maps hanging there
md the unpainted wooden benches. 1t was
n that corner Scott Qsiarick used to sit
and remembering. tide Of recollections
rushed over her, and she sat down in the
ow-backed chair, and laid her head upon
the pine table just As she had done that
evening more than seven years before.
Sitting there buried in thought. she did