The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1872-05-16

Was it but the ashes of Il heart then. that
| | Won?
"You promised" she said, hurriedly,
clinging to me, 'not to be angry. And ii
may make some difference if | tell you
it was long time ago"
'Ah - cried, forcing a smile But no
words can describe my torture.
'But-but-" she resumed, II kept on
loving him. Nay don't start-forgive
me. 1t was sort otayouthful dream, you
see. He was my ideal OF everything great
and noble-my Bayard, my Sidney, my
Sir Lancelot."
| WINGED more and more What was
the rack to thisp
''But darling" (she had never stopped,
but went on, hurriedlv.) lit is you love
now-remember that! Only l must tell
you all. | worshipped my youthful fancy
till-till the day on the Campagna. And
now | have something to return to him
not exactly love token, but what have
kept as a memento-"
And you wish me to write TO him,
and seifd this-this memento ?n inter
rupted curtlv and quite withdrawing
from her. L came very near saying
"never"
ly, rising and courtesying. As she spoke,
she drew from her pocket small faded
bit OF paper, that had apparently been
torn from memorandum book, ana a
thin, worn, gold pencil case.
For an instant | was dumb with amaze
ment. looked at the pencil case, and
then at her merry face which was now
ripping all over with fun. Like flash
everything came back to me the wild,
wooded hills; the stone farm house; the
lush grasses the water crosses; | saw
the shy, hashtul child, with her milk
pitcher. recognized the face, too, at
last, in the one before me. How could
[ fail to recognize it before ?" | said to
myself, half angrily. All my jealousy
vanished in an instant. For it was | who
had been her ideal through all these
years; it was | who had been her Bayard.
her Sidney, her Sir Lanceoti
1gazed like one transfxed, ,stammering :
And you are"
'Bashful boots, with orher courtesy.
and 50 roguish a look. ''Battul Booth, as
| believe | said in those days"
Then she told me how it all came about.
She had given my memorandum to her
uncle. who began Immediately to look for
ore, and was happily rewarded by finding
a vein. He was soon a rich man.
eve all shared in the good fortune, =
said my mistress. My cousin and I
were sent to the Moravian school, at Beth
leham, and my uncle'S two sons went to
college. We often thought and spoke OF
you as our benefactor," She said nesting
close to me, "and even inquired after you
in the city, but found you gone abroad.n
"Ihree years ago" she continued, -
terrible calamity befelI US. Ny uncle's
health failed, and he was ordered to New
Orleans tor the winter. The family went
except myself for | remained at Bethle-
hem, IN order to perfect myself in my
studies. There was an exploSiou,' she
shuddered all over, ''you may have heard
OF it-and they were all lost, father, moth
er, sons and daughter"
ut was in that way" she resumed. af-
ter while, 'that | came by the name OF
Vonberg. 1t was my uncles and | was
to take it with all the property, (he vas
my mothers brother,) till | married for
my uncle, strange to say as if by pre-
sentiment, had made will providing for
this very contingency"
'Ihat Is why | never recDgnized you, y
'hi" l. Ing hauie lnICW HE Oh lGP track
completely"
THAT won't do, Sir" she said. "for
recognized you at once knew YOU the
first day when | saw YOU at St Peters
But woman is always the most ftth-
full
Prince Borgia LETT Rome that morning
for an indefinite period, as was given out
His sudden flight confirmed our belief that
he had hired a bravo to as5assnate me.
Some one is looking over my shoulder
as | write
1T is a shame to tell ali that nonsense
about your wife" she says. 'People will
say | made love to you"
But | answered with kiss, which
brings bushes to her cheek tor though
she has been married six years, she il still
my "Bashful Boots"