The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-09-12

"Cln you tell mo, Tor instance,
what is this?
had been as my habit was, pok-
ing with my stick INTO the turf, and
now | had loosened II heavy, rusty
looking bit Of stone that rolled at my
feet.
"No," she said, with some con-
tempt; Il don't care for the dirty
rocks; l care for the flowers and
trees"
"But This dirty bit Of rock, | an
swercd, "ia hcmaic Orc quite will
ing to show off my geological know,
ledge, and forgetting that she would
be wholly ignorant Of the matter.
"IG there's yicn Of it on your unclo's
farm, it will mako his fortune. |
shouldn't wonder if there was |
added. "This ore is always found
in Just such localities, where thotrap-
dykes" and | waved my stick III the
direction of the ragged kniie-edgod
hills that rose in front, "break
through .hc stands'oncs. Why It's
as good as II gold mine"
"a gold mine = Her eyes were
bigger than ever now,
Y" Yes, as good as IL gold mine. II
the farm was minc, l'd sink shafts
ot once. Is your uncle at home,
now?'
ono, Sir. lie has gone over to
Whitby."
We'll, then, mind you tell him
when he comes homo tonight, 1t
will do no harm at amy rate AS |
spoke | rose to go.
She looked down and put her fin
ger to her mouth again. At last
with shy blush she said;
Would you mind writing it down
tho bic word, | mean "
"Oh. the name Of the ore. Ger
tainly not" | said, laughing. | tore
II leaf from my memorandum book
as | spoke, and wrote the word as
requested
Do YOU often come this way !"
she asked, bashruIIy, as ! offered my
hand and said good by.
al was never hero before, little
one, and don know that | ShalI
ever come again.
Her face fell. ,
But ! should IKE to come Will
try nest SUMMER added.
She Frightened up AGAIN.
"Oh, do come . she Sald' "po
you know that J IKE yoU-cNor 80
much !"
When | reached the turn OF tn,
wood, at the top Of the MI above,
stopped to look back. Ny hll'o "c
quajmtance stood just Whcre ha,
lett her, gazing w,otloIIy a'ler mo-
took off my hat, she curl"Sleu, a''0
thon | plunged INTO the forest
That night at Nhlthy, | ha' oc
caSion for my penrI-ca8o Il 'h'"
golden one, with my name engraved
ON it. | could not iInd It amy Whoie
"Nher9 have J lclt II l hau 4oi''
forgotten that had used 1t III inc
spring, and might have dropped II
there.
| never returned to the old farm
house. The nest winter ! wen
abroad for | had competent for
tune, and | wished to finish at ;
Grrmou university. Ten years il
Europc had only made me love tn,
institutions Of nv country the more
Eut before | returned to America
went to Rome on farewell visit
To me, rs many others. that wonder
Gul city was the one city Of tho world
to which 60 90 back to again anC
oooin with increasiuc affection.
The morninr after | arrived,
woll,od to heor in the canon's chap
81 the music Of Plesttian. Will
listan;nct to thc chantinr. 7 happen
ed TO Glance up at one of the privat
galleries on the left, and saw there
womou's face so wrapt, SO exalte,
thot f,r tho time she looked like on
of Fra Angelica's angels.
ct won do" said my friend
Charley Hargcavc, putting his arm
in mine, when the congregation Wa
dispensing. 81 saw whom you wer
looking at, but she's above eyel
your reach, She's been the belle q
the season, my dear fellow, ana ha
had lots of earls and counts disput
ING hor smiles. Stop, here she come
and Prince Borgia is with her, tt
whom many say she is engaged" "
We had by this time reached tn
aisle outside. AS the lady passe'
she looked up, as if so.Go instinc
had told her she WAS the subject q