The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-01-25


My heart was full that night, and full of
something else deeper than tears.
''Oh Harry the cry broke out sud
oenly, for I had not learned to control
NY feelings-''if you weren't going
away! 1t will be such long summer
without you.
We stood by the old garden gate and [
leaned my head on the railing, Lot much
caring if he saw the tears that were rain
ing down my cheeks. | felt his hand
softly on my hair.
Look up IN my eyes Carrie, he whis
pered tenderly. And [ knew what his
lips would say bef re he asked it. And
so. VII ws parted, Harry and had
spoken those solemn words. which alas /!
alas how often and how lightly men and
women speak to each other.
Five years had passed before Harry
and l looked again into each others face
During all this time We had been very
tue to each other. But my life was
greatly changed from the old way. My
father and mother slept under the green
old ash tree OF the country cemetery, and
the old farm house was now occupied by
strangers. My home had been, for rear
ly two years, IN the heart of a great city,
with distant cousin of my fathers,
wealthy, fashionable woman who visited
| US about year before his death and who
took at that time, great fancy to me.
She was widow, and childless and loved
me as well as it was possible, for one of
her half selfish nature to do. My aunt las
| called herl was very anxious [ should
create a sensation in the fashionable cir
Gle where she moved But, as | said,
five years had elapsed, and then-wel,
the story shall tell itself.
Carrie, my love, won't you look
out and see if there's any prospect
of the rains ceasing," and aunt Mary,
some thirty years my senior, looked up
from the novel, which had kept her rath-
er restless self quiet for half an hour.
| swept aside the crimson curtain and
looked out on the sky. The thick clouds
were breaking up all around the horizon,
ard through their silver edges, looked
the soft blue sky, of the late summer,
doubIy welcome, because of the twenty
four hours rain that had shut it from US.
is Mt it beautiful aunt Mary. How
do wish we could have ride this after
noon"
At that moment, there was loud ring
of the bell, and few minutes later a
domestic brought me message that Mr..
Brayton's horses were at the door, and
himself in the parlor. My aunt sprans
up with alacrity.
Run for her new riding dress Anna"
she said to the servant.
How very fortunate it is my dear,
that your father made such fine eoues-
trian of you, you will GO round the Park
and be quite the envy of all the city
Mr.. Brayton too, the son Of an English
colonel, handsome, wealthy and from such
family"
Aunt Mary" I said, "you forget
can now have no possible interest in MIR
Brayton S adjuncts or antecedents. Please
don't talk after this fashion, or [ shall
fell that l have no right to accept the
invitation" She had a woman's tact
and a much better knowledge of the
world shan | had.
You surely would not be guilty of so
great rudeness Carrie, with the horse
at the door. Come loop up your curls,
what beauty of riding hat that is
[ remember the ride that afternoon, as
though it happened but yesterday. l
was very happy, in one of my wild mirth-
full moods. All me +! If | could have
turned over and read the page of the
Beyond" 1t was deepening into sun
set when we rode up to the house. My
aunt came to the door, and a young gen.
tleman was by her side, tall, slender, look
ing eagerly into my face.
One glance, long, eager, breathless,
and | knew him. What tide of warmth
and gladueSs broke over my heart. 1t was
terrible breach of etiquette and | knew
my aunt would never forgive me for it,
but my city transplantations had not
been long one, and | forgot everything
but Harry, as bounded from my horse,
just as had done many a time from faith
ers old "Dobbin," not waiting for Mr..
Brayton to assist me to alight, and
sprang up the marble steps with a mist
in my eyes and cry on my lips.
Harry, am so glad to see you !"
A week had passed, it had been very
bright one for me. for he was there. But
it so happened that after the sunshine
the cloud came. Harry was intending to
leave the city for few days on business
and he passed the last night before his
departure with me- Mr. Brayton called
at the same time. He was expecting his
sister from England, and the arrival of
the next steamer was somewhat antieipat-
ed the next day.
Il wonder if she will be in to morrow.
Miss Newton" he turned to me, you
Yankees have always a peculiar way of
guessing. What do you think of the
chances of seeing Jessie's blue eyes to-
morrow
SWELL, guess you will see her before
tomorrow night" | answered, knowing
how anxious he was for me to do so.
Suppose we make a small bet with