The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1873-02-14
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ure she observed her guardian glance
over the table as she listened 10 his
praise of their achievements. * u
aWhat excellent coffee And really,
Aimee. Theses biscuits are superior 70
Mrs. .Hnrvey's.s aas Gsg .oGGTt f.5S
Then, seeing him take up his paper,
she -tripped into the garden for her morn
ing flowers. ,.s ,sS - i-..si ss. S5g.a
Dear, happy child !" cried Herbert
Wentworth, as, with sigh, he watched
her.fitting, like butterfly, from tree to
tree .si.-' ioer't f..''
1t only seemed the other day since he
had led her away a little weeping girl
fromthe bedside of her dying father,
Who, cenfsdnrg the young orphan to ms
friends care, in trust and hope, turned
his face to the wall and then resignedly
fell aslesps & ..g-sa g tsf " ~ stzs.
Herbert wentworth was at that time
man OF twenty-eight., Now ten years
had passed, and more than one silver
thread mingled in his dark hair, and the
child had become q lovely girl of eight
leeh. -
How shall 1 bear to part with her ?"
thought Herbert. Chow endure this
darkened home when the sunshine of
her presence no longer gladdens it ?"
Aimee returned with her flowers, but
she had suddenly checked the CHEEKY
little song she was singing, uponobserEing
the sad, grave smile with which her
guardian greeted her. .s 4
"What is the matter, guardy? Do
you miss anything this morning p she
asked, glancing around the room, her
thoughts reverting to her new duties.
Yes, Aimee, my morning, kiss. 1
think you have forgotten that lately"
She took her flowers and laid them
gently on his lips.
This is better than mortars kiss,
for the moon looked down upon them all
night, while the fairies danced around,
and then hid under their soft leaves,
leaving sweet, dewy kisses there for
you.
Herbert Wentworth opened his arms
to clasp her, but Aimee had fed AWAY.
Three happy but uneventful months
glided by. The beautiful Aimee Rochelle
had rejected lovers innumerable.
At length one, more persevering than
his rivals, importuned Mr.. Wentworth
for the hand of his lovely ward. 'j'.-'e-e
The day he SO dreaded had arrived !;
his cherished bud had expanded into a
flower, and other eyes beheld its beau
ties, and other hands would fain gather
it to transplant it in their own hemes.
This letter concerns you, my child, y
said Herbert to his ward. II is from
young Frank, as he is called. He asks
my consent to address you, and my in
fiuence in his favor. He is wealthy ;
but you, Aimee, will not be portionless
The money your. father has left has been
well invested, and when l render up my
| trust"
/" Mr. Wentworth, she exclaimed,
"never let the subject of money be
named between you and me"
"Then tell Frank Slater decline his
offer p lrtf
"Pause well, my dear it is a most
| eligible one. He is of good family, bears
an irreproachable name" st-7 o
"Do you wish me to marry this young
man?"
She looked up at him, and as she
waited his reply the color in her cheek
faded to IN Gashen whiteness.
"Yes, for I think il most suitable, and
doubt not you will be happy" h
"Happy! Do not mock me with
that word r
Aimee clasped her raised hand as she
spoke, then, casting upon him one re.
proachful glance, she hurriedly left the
room. t'
Herbert Wentworth started. In those
harsh, impetuous tones he hardly recog.
nized the sweet voice of Aimee, nor in
her wild, despairing attitude her child
like gentleness.
"What can it mean ?" he cried, and
4 aftersome moments of wondering thought
he slowly and refectively followed hii
ward I'd her own little sitting-room.
I hs.f ktl<At IN hlS
was her open desk, and spread over i
| were letters, as if hastily torn from theil
Enclosures. His o,cn letters, which sht
had treasured. He looked again. Their
4 was small klsness of himself. Aime'
/ must have painted that from memory.
"Oh; my God ~ he exclaimed, "has
/ Thou, then, such deep happiness il
store for me ?"a aH gat
! a Awhile figure was slowly pacing tn
garden in '"the dark walk" )" as Aime'
named It, and which she said she hates
| for its gloom. And now, with droopint
head and arms hanging listlessly down
the poor girl sought its shade.
"Aimee, my childf" 1,' Ia
did you can me, sir p s
he raised the little, cold trembling
hands, and held them in his own. 80
els our old love and friendship
Lbpokea that you speak 10 me with sucl
tformslity p .&1.UslAls ~ss ~ 'Asssss
"H-if-I marry Frank-it will be-
i proper, she sobbed. li''
gf"You shall NOT marry himl I canno