Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-09-03
Miscellany
Original Story.
WRITTEN ExFHEssLY FoR THE SEwsnEaLEn.
mae Room for Twa.''
BY ANNA v. LANCASTER.

At sunset Of warm May day. in 1861
young man and girl we're walking down
lonely country road. They PAUSED at q
turn under elump Sf willows. A river
rippled silently past their roots; the pink
flush Of sunset glOwed through their ten,
der foliage and rested on his hanJsom,
resolute face, and hers SO fair aud sweet
For moment they were folded in each
others arms.
You'll not forget me, Amy ?" he asked
with touch of worldly skcpticism.
Nothing eau change nc, Paul"
Good bye, darling"
Goodbye, Paul"
They Withdrew themselves lingcringly
from that last embrace, aud turning
went their separate nays.-he souihward
for his Country, she back te her quiet
nome in the outskirts Of the village.
On the 18th of August, 1864, the sun
set cloudless, swathing the western hill,
in golden haze. and drapipg those in the
north in more than Tyran splendor. The
sunlight, streaming through the hill. gap,
gildcd the roofs, and frightened the light
wreath Of evening smoke which curlcd
peacefully Y above northern New England
village. Little groups of village louugers
sat on the piazza of the village hotel, and
occupied "store" door-steps Occasional
ly one heard voices of children at play
a hay-rick, creaking with its fragrant
load, passing slowly through the street.
lnterrupting this provincial quiet, came a
long, loud shrek, then the ringing of a
bell, and tho evening train ihundercd into
the little station. Only six persons got
of-among them, a worn young man in
"army blue" His face was fac, but at
tcnuated, and the empty right sleeve Of
his coat told his story. lie spoke to no
one, noticed no one, but, looking straight
ahead, passed hastily through the depot
and up the long main street. He sp-
preached a large, old-fashionod house
that had evidently seen better days. Per-
haps the closed blinds, the smokeless
chimncys,thc grass-grown walks, conveyed
a hint Of some unpleasant truth, for his
pale face grew white, and deep shadow
crept into his melancholy eyes lie raped
loudly and knew Wy the echo that the
house was deserted lie tried the door ;
it was fast, he opened one of the parlor
blinds and peercd in. The walls and floor
were bare, and the room empty of every
thing save the twilight shadows beginning
to lurk in the corners. He stood there only
a moment, then, forgetting to close the
bind, turned away and went weakly down
the path to the street. Noticing group
OF women on the piazza of a cottage oppo-
site, he crossed to them. Mechanically
raising his cap, he saluted them politely,
but with certain absence of MUD. The
women regarded him curiously, but kind
| ly; the empty sleeve of Union blue
touched their hearts.
"I1ave the Boyntons mevcd away ?" he
asked, trying to speak with uncOnccrp,
but they noticed that his voice trembled,
and that his dark eyes had wistful ex.
preston.
why, yes" answered TIE youngcr
and more thoaghtless woman. The old
Deacon died two years back, and, ten
months after, Amy married an old man in
B. maybe you've heard of him -old
Sim Parker. Old Mrs. Boyuton had sci
her heart on him for son-in-law, and the
girl yielded after a while. The property
had all run out, and Amy married to give
her mother home. Everybody knows
that She"
"B--did you say 2" he Interrupted
as if he had heard only the first part o
the story. .r..,....
"Yes, c. St. -sp fss.#.
Thanks, he said, bowling grayely, an'
moving away with his CAP still in his hand
He went slowly down the street. bare
headed, this time, his eyes on the ground
: Going straight past the piazza loungers
he entered the little hotel, and made ar
J raDgements with the landlady for room
5 "No, no supper, thank you; Lam onl
in need of rcst,' he replied, quietly, Il
answer to her fussy inquiries. lie pai
in advance for his lodging, saying b
t should leave by the $40 A. M, train
5 When that was done he went TO his room
& and. sitting down on the foot of the bed
D stared duly into the street. lie sa
and brooded over the past while the SUI