Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-03-27

hands full of flowers and comedians, be-
sides many q quaint and curious stone
that looked like bits of antique earthen-
ware broken under foot. go =.-sta sre
Mr.. Brayton complained that he wasn't
allowed the privilege of escort and pro-
tector, and he only prayed for patience
until the willful beauty should confer
upon him the right to dictate instead of
suggest. Sybn seemed to lose her spir-
its, and as the time grew near for them
to leave, she grew pale and silent Her
aunt said i"'twas all airs" but Mr.. APP
plebee was really alarmed. Sybl petted
him and snubbed him, faccording to her
mood and hi heart, which had never
known the joys of fatherhood, had gone
out to the young girl with an unselfsh
love that went further toward redeeming
him from his worldliness than he was
aware of. 1e 's-
I" Uncle, darling, will you do some
thing for me? When I've been gone an
hour, please give this note to Mr.. Bray
ton, and do your best to keep the COM
'pany from walking on the beach to-
night. ~ : 5Es.1 9aif.'i' is.f.''fd' -
. The note was faithfully delivered on
the moment, and the next, Mr.. Brayton
was walking rapidly down the worn foot
path to the lake i Turning to the right,
according to the directions, he soon came
in sight of the, grove, and in the ddsky
twilight he could discern the huttering
of SybiPs white dress, ..sk.o.s.a
He would have placed himself beside
her, but she rose. 3 - sltf
- Shall we walk ? I'm a trifie cold
sitting here. ~ -otiit' ,yfitH'.' 80
As he folded her r'shawl around her he
could hardly resist the temptation to fold
her in his arms, but he was wise enough
to bide his time. z r ~ a.
You should have been with me the
other day, Mr.. Brayton you could have
looked upon picture far more interest
ing than me. % - -H1'
1sI cannot conceive of anything love-
ier or more picturesqe, but should
like to have been with you that always
gives me pleasure. Oh, Sybil, tell me. )"
''Have patience one moment; I want
to describe it to you while-I have it fresh
in mind. You said once you'd rather
have my word-picture than the real
scene, for I caught at things you would
have overlooked. '"-- ae i.,rast 5i.e
He touched the hand that rested on
his arm, repeating the words which
seemed such a delicate fattery to him.
Under that tree were two figures, a
boy with basket of pebbles, which he
was tossing right and left, giving a gay
shout as they fell around him, and an
Indian woman, who looked far too hope
less to be the mother of such beautiful
child. AS I came up to her she snatched
him, and would have run away, but
called to her, and offered the boy some
bon-bons. As I stopped over him he
caught at my watch chain, and coavn'f
him to sit beside me, showing him the
trinkets I wore, your little 1ocket mong
the rest. The woman talked very good
English, and found the child belonged
to her, and was tl:,ee years old. But
the time for you and the artist would
have been when the case opened and dis
closed your face. She caught glimpse
of it, and her dusky face grew ashen,
while terrible fire leaped from her eyes.
With one wrench she tore it from the
chain, then pressed it to her bosom,
while she mourned and walled Like lost
spirit.
{" He call her pale-face wife, and stay
with her always. Poor squaw only have
pappoose and no brave, she said, wrath
fully.
tsPointing to the child, she held up
your picture. Perhaps you would have
chosen that scene for the canvas, when
learned the true character of the man
who had offered me his love.
:" Mr.. Brayton, you have my answer
7 have no fancy to make one in your
harem, and the pretty bauble you in
trusted to my care I left with one whose
claim was stronger than mine. I do not
wonder you showed such a dislike to
ram blings in this vicinity, but /
promised that poor creature to bring
you here for once.'
She had talked so rapidly her listener
had no time to arrange his speech. II
mattered little, for before them stood
the woman, like dark Nemesis, holding
in her arm the boy. He was sleeping,
and on his neck glittered the jeweled
case, held fast by strings of gaudy beads.
Sybil turned and fled back through
the beautiful grove, across the pebbly
beach, and into the path which had be
] come so familiar to her in the last few
days =.
Pluck Armstrong came to the. break.
fast table the next morning, and Ben
| Brayton was absent from it. The party
returned without him, and only Sybil
/ learned through Pluck that her plan
! had well nigh had fatal termination.
=. When Ben Brayton, came back to his
home there was a long, mysterious story
of peril and, escape from Indians, ano
his face bore frightful evidence of some
terrible assault, whereby his wondrous
beauty was marred forever. 70 % = IS
b .Sybil disappointed her aunt and as
tonished her friends by marrying PLUCK
/ Armstrong, and perhaps the notles1
deed life will have possibly for her was
the setting apart a portion'of her prop
| erty for the maintenance and education
of bright little boy, whose mothel
rests In her grave, and whose father i.
/ reckoned honorable among men.
Then time and its changes brough
Mrs. AppIebee a widow, without money
and prostrated by physical suffering, tc
Sybil's home for comfort and support.
aea Lying in State. 90
Aproposo of Napoleon's body lying il
| state an English antiquary writes