The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-04-20

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ell up6l, exhausted, She nqk in
Iccp. Harry solo away to PACK
his thiugs foe liis departure lso next
moFing. Ef l.i
/; was hto in the afternoon, qaitc
twilight when Iiltla Mary awokA
The great dread had passed from
her. She ielt really quito light.
hearted. Bathing her Gicc and NJ.
ranging her hair, She went down,
Everything WIS 50 still that she
thought all were out.
4 moment after, she heard liar,
RVS voice on die porch.
"fhank you, father" he said.
Mary stepped out IN timb to see
Harry clasp the spring OF a wpl;-
filled portmonnie, aud Place It in
his pocket, Her heart gave bound
of terror then. She knew that tina.
money was 10 puy his way from
home. f.u $500 Y''.Yql 1W .h
The father sat at Il littIo distance,
his head bowed aud resting on his
haud. Mary knew how gricyod he
was, and started forward to throw
herself at lis feet and plead @fth
him. Harry felt what shc was
about to 10 quickIypntting forth HE
hand, he caught aud drew her down
beside him. Thus she sat within bis
caressing. aud eycr.proteeting arms,
I her poor little heart throbbng Wild
| " as she thought years might pass
before they would bo togeiheragain.
With her head resting against his
breast, they remained il perfect 81,
lenee. All hearts were too full FOR
uttcrance. The feeling Of calnihess
which had been frightened SO sud-
denly away, gradually returned, as
a voice from tho soft evening breoze
seemed to whisper to her, BE mol
troubled"
So absorbed were they with their
sad thoughts, that none heard ap.
preaching footsteps, and were sud-
deply aroused by the sound Of mu.
sic.
A party of haFpors stood ut the
little wicket gate, They were play.
ing a simple piece, 4 sweet, sad mel
ody, which seemed to accord well
with the listeners feelings. A wo.
mans voice accompanied tho instru-
ments, not with words, only hum
ming tho air softly and sweotly
awhile, and then a strain came, il
which her Voice was filed With d
wild, mournfiil tone, that made a
deep and strange impression on
George Pembrokc's heart. The
song was finished.
"l'lay that over" he said; and
again the woman's voice fell or his
cal, theil sweetef aud saidof than
before. She knew that he was
pleased, and sang to please him the
moro. f.Ht'
"What IL it@ George Pembroke.
asked, starting up and approaching
the musicians. In the door stood
Jane sic, too, attracted by the
sweet sounds. Tho woman who
stood forward, holding d tambornc
to receive the money, seemed not to
understand bis question 10 ptizzledI
look on her face. Again lie asked
"What is it?n
Thinking, likely, he meant what
should he give her IN pay ,lor her
song, she smiled, nodded, aud am
swered
"Cb, one leetlc--o
"No, no.. lie means what d tic
name Of the piece you sangY Wiiat
do you call ii +? Jane 'lald coming
forward. aa
"sOh, yes, ! understand noR. The
nqme is Driven from Ilome,3" tue
woman answered, ID very broken
English. 10 80 i!a @ "a
The eyea OF George Pembroke
and his wife met, as he repeated the
words, "Driycn from IIomc4,
The musicians moyed of, bowing
and smiling, welFplcased AZ the good
price they had received fori their
music, little imagining the power Of
that song. . sall la
Jane knew the spell was broken
No longer she Leld the power 10
make her husband miserable She
had read that plain enough, brief as
was the moment tlicir eyes had
sought each others tts
The bowed head was erect. pow !.
the old, haggard careYora look
gone. In its place, All expression Of
calmness and 1dettfirinat.on. Jane
ielt that in the futureaIic could cufy
rule kindly andhgently. hpat
Mary's soul was ilfhar Dyes. "A
she looked at her father, he smiled
lovingly, assurngiy oirher, ,and saidi
''llarry,iyonr sister is looking as
if she might like a holiday. / think
/ calI trust yougfo give her q "trip
down the river to-Ihorrow.gS Start
Eeafly;and bring her back to us with
Ia brighter look ia tlaeczclliug. Your
mother willHeud forlAmy while YOU
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