Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1872-01-18
Birth or Worth.
BY A.

that were pulling away leaf after leaf OF
the hazel beside them, and looked almost
| fercely into the deep. dreamy blue eyes
that were raised to his.
"Iou have been gazing at nothing for
the last half hour, while | have been tell
ing you-Heaven knows what have been
saying, but it came far short of what l
want to say. Did you hear one word
said ~
81 have been listening, Vincent, but
you know what habit have of dream
ing-you must learn all my faults now,
before it is everlastingly too late," laugh
ingly answered We've Layne, as she coax
ingly slipped her hand in his.
Il could never dream while you were
talking, Vievie. Oh want you all my
own-I want to see you once with your
thoughts all on me, your eyes seeing only
me, your ears only for my words, and
your voice for me alone. Then would
grasp the happiness that now only trem-
bles tauntingly just beyond my reach"
Il shall begin to think am insufficient
for your happiness, you talk in that
way have promised all woman can
promise, and if that does not make you
happy,it is beyond my power to make you
So
"You know I should be utterly misera-
BILE without you, and must be content #
you as ure me you love me, though you
are so dreamy and indifferent at times"
That is right, Vincent. Try and en-
dure my words and caprices patiently, for
they are numerous, 1 warn you"
They turned and walked homeward.-
Vievie fell to dreaming again, and Vim
cent silently and gloomily watched her.
They were engaged-those two. You
would scarce have thought it possible, to
look at them; she was such noble, beau
tiful woman, with such pure. strong
soul beaming from her eyes, and a broad,
white brow so expressive of intelligence
he was SO young, SO boyish, SO childishly
impetuous and impatient, so extremely
fastideous in all the little details of dress,
and with such little, petty vanity show
ing through all his actions, that you could
not help but notice how utterly unsuited
they seemed to e1ch other.
Vievie thought she loved him-perhaps
she did. But it was not the love you
would have expected from a strong, ardent
nature like hers. She had known Vim
cent from childhood, and liked him bet
ter than any one she had ever known. He
was refined and educated and romantic,
and his fanciful little air castles, and his
sweet, dreamy sentimentalisms charmed
and amused her, while his gallant, devot-
ed love-making was done so prettily that
she felt fattered and facinated And
then he was SO wealthy, and he belonged
to one of the best families and was one of
the matches of the city, and so Fievie
concluded she loved him and became du-
ly engaged.
But still she was conscious that there
was something lacking.
Somehow his fattering, ardent love-talk
did not make her as happy as she suppOs-
ed she would be-indeed she was becom-
ing little tired of his careless alteration
and longed for something-shc knew not
what.
She concluded that a real country visit
not journey to some fashionable rural
resort-but long visit to a real old coun-
try farm house, away from fashion and
show and dazzle, and among the hills and
streams and clover and meadows of real
country life-would refresh and enliyen
mind and body.
So she bethought herself of friend of
her mothers away out among the hills and
valleys-a good motherly soul who would
kindly care for her during her sojourn.-
And so Vievie had recommended to VIM
cent little more attention to his neglect
cd Jaw books, and left him discousolatcly
among them.
But one weeks separation doomed the
law books to dust and neglect and found
Vincent tied to Vievie's side again. And
this is how they happened to be on the
banks of a swift, beautiful river away out
in the country that lovely summer after
| noon.
As they neared home Vievie looked up,
started and blushed, then glanced quickly
at Vincent to see if he had noticed her !;
she saw that he had, and bit her lip with
! vexation.
Vincent looked around to see what
could have caused her confusion, but saw
no one excepting farm laborer who was
shutting the gate after the COWS he had
driven in.
"What is it, darling? Are you not
we'll % he asked tenderly.
Il am a little tired, that is all" she an
swered quietly.
"And now, dear Vievie," said Vincent
holding the gate open for her, must say
eood-bye again. wish the time were
come when l should never have to say
goodbye
She smiled little wearily, perhaps,
and simply said goodbye"
81 must see you again before go back
to the city, Vievie. Goodbye"
As soon as the gate clicked upon her
departing lover, Vievie ran up stairs,
threw herself upon the bed and burst in
to an angry ct of sobbing.
"What silly, wicked unreasonable lit
tie fool | am," she exclaimed passionately.
..What docs all me, L wonder! That
that common farm laborer, whom never
saw till week ago. and with whom L
have never had above two hours conversa-
ton with in my life, should make me
blush and tremble so ridiculously, is per-
fectly-awful: - said she. at a loss for
some terrible word with which to express
her vexation.
But she sobbed on till the gold faded
from the clouds and the sky grew dark.
and heavy shadows came settling over the
room. She scarcely knew for what
weariness. loneliness, vexation altogether,
perhaps.
Frank Wyman. ''the common farm Ia
borer," was a nephew of Mrs. Stanhope'',
1.-THE lady at whose house Vievie was
boarding,) orphaned from his childhood
and her sole care.
Che had given him a good education,