Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-10-23

aud give it jus, as 1 did when you fusi
under the laylOck bushes in the
back gardin'. Rest here, my poor dear.
and let Becky take care on you till she
dies"
' So he stayed ?" said Milly. with
tears in her eyes, fo' Roses head was
down on their knees, so eloquent had
been the paihOs of that old voice, telling
its little tale Of faithful love.
4" Certain. And we was married, so
nc one need make no talk. Folks said il
was dreadful poor match, and took on
about my dOin' ont for I'm we'll of, and
Enos hadn't cent. But We was satis-
fed, and amt never repented of that
days work for he took TO his bed soon
after, and won't quit it the doctor says,
till he's took to his grave"
You dear soul, must kiss you for
that lovely deed Of yours and thank you
from my heart for this lesson in fidelity"
Aud, obeying an irresistible impulse.
Rose therw her arms round :he old lady's
neck, kissing the wrinkled check with
real reverence aud tenderness.
"Sakes alive! Wal, never did see
sech soft hearted little creter. Why,
child. what done want nothin' but
pleasure. We women are sech queer
things, VIC don't care how long we wait,
eff we only have onr way at last"
As she spoke the old woman hugged
the blooming girl with motherly warmth,
most sweet aud comfortable to see yet
the longing look, the lingering touch. be-
: trayed how much the tender old heart
would have loved to pillow there child
5 of its own.
a Just then Uncle Ben appeared, and
the early moon peeped over the noun
| tain top, plainly limiting that it was time
r for the wanderers to turn homeward. Bid
ding their hospitablc hostess good night,
- they came again into the woody road,
# now haunted with soft shadows and sill
very with falling dew. The brown brooks
It were singing lulabies, the pines whisper
b. ing musicaly in the wind, the mellow
e moonlight was falling everywhere, and
is the world was full of the magical beauty
rs of midsummer's night.
IN "Go on, please, and let me follow
Q. alone. want TO think over my pleas
y ant day and finish it with waking dreams,
rs as | 90 through this enchanted wood"
re said Rose, whose mind was full of sweet
+ yet sober thoughts; for she had gathered
a, herbs of grace while carelcssly pulling
r. waysidc flowers, and from the simple ad-
$, venture of the day had unconsciously re.
is ceived lessons that never were forgotten.
m The others walked on, and the girl fol-
y lowed, living over again the happy win
ID ter during which she had learned to
know and love the young ueighbor who
o had become the hero of her dreams. She
had felt sure he loved her, though the
,st modest youth had never told her so, ex.
m cept with eloquent glance and tender de-
il votions. She believed in him, loved him
lie truly and waited with maidenly patience
wv to hear the words that would unseal her
or lips. They did not come, and he had
". left her with no hope but such as she
or could find in the lingering pressure of his
hand and the warally uttered IL shall see
ed you again" .uH
y Since then no line, no word; and all
through the lovely spring she had looked
no and waited for the brown bearded student
ed looked and waited allin vain. Then
lr- unrest took possession of her, anxiety
tormented her, and despair made her
young face pathetic Only the sad, SIM
nv Pile OLD story, but as bitter to live through
& now as in poor Dido's day more bitter
ms perhaps, because we cannot erect funera
zen pvres and consume the body with a fame
,re less fierce than that which burns away
fur the soul unseen.
ne Now in the silence Of that summe
md night blessed peace seemed to fall OF
no, the girls unquiet heart, as abe trot
led thoughtfully along the shadowy road Cour
ii a age and patience seemed to spring u
he within her. To wait and hore and low
without return became possibility; and
so though few hot tears rolled down tn
ice cheeks, that had lost their roses, the eye
that she'd them were more tender for tn
!, - tears, and the heart that echoed the oil
Ia wife's words Strength is given US
u, bear our trials if we take them meekly
ea was worthier Of life's best blessing, love
ola becaute of its submission.
or As she paused moment to wipe ava
mo the telI-tale drops, before she joined th
,,.s others, the sound of far.off music came q
ha, the wings of the wind--a mans voice
,rtv singing one Of the love-lays that arc ne'
we'd er old. As if spellbound, Rose stood m