Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-01-08

VERY, he said, looking at her, not
the leaves His tOne brougt a deeper
lush Of rose to the girls face, and she
dropped her head over the leaves that her
delicate fingers we're fashOiuing into
graceful bouquet. Noticing it, he frOwn-
ed, aud biting his lip fercrIy. turned and
gared mOOdily into the glowing embers.
In the silence that followed he was an
grily taking himself to task. "what
right had he, an engaged man, to use that
tone to girl Such dear, trusting
little thing besidesw How dear be held
her in his heart ofhearts, only he himself
knew. i .t ..sr. 1.U-rL 3. I1r
." But il was rery hard, that the girl
he loved could never bo his. If he had
met her first, he might have won her
for his wife, even though she were poor,
and even thoagn he would have been for
eed to labor for his bread" The mere
idea that he would have been willing to
work for her, showed that his love was
real; for our hero is no hero at all, but
very commonplace, everyday mortal,
who disliked the very name Of ,cork. But
even that faint hope was gone he was
bound toa woman already. As he
phrased it, he had ''sod" himself. rH
OucO or twice Polly glanced at his alb
sorbed face, but without speaking. Pres
emily she rose aud unobserved by him,
left the room, When his cositatioa at
leugth came to an end, he looked up and
found himself alone. Through the open
door came CLEAN of light across the
hall; aud listening, the low mu,mur of a
song fell on his ear. Rising, he walked
out unnoticed, and stood at the door oil
the little parlor. There was no hight save
that afforded by the fire, and by its glow
he saw Polly seated on a low chair, hold
ing in her arms little gill about five
years old, her cousin. Her face was
brought into strong relief, and showed to
perfection its pure, sweet outline her at.
titude, her whole expression was so WON.
ly and tender, that Archie realized that
there was more iu the girl than mere pre-
tiness. Her song was continued for she
had not seen him enter, 1t was a half
hymn, with quaint words and a rambling
tune. As he listened she sang a..
"Life is what we choose to make it,
ana then the sweet tones were hushed
lie was standing by her now, and as she
ended he burst out with r...4.. 8.
ut is not so. !" .. r.. ..- ...."
With a start she said, IL did not know
you we're here What is not so p r.
He repeated the. words he objected to
and added-bitterly, 1t seemed to her, ave
are all puppets in the hands of a Highel
Power; our lives are chalked out for us
and all we de when We arrive in thi
, sphere Is to walk them. l might as wei
try to battle with death as to fight agains
my destiny %
with Gods help We can DO every
thing" said Polly.
"No, I think not. If should murde
man tomorrow, was intended to d,
SO from the hour of my birthr'. he said
recklessly trying to make it seem that h
believed what he said.
Polly's gray eyes rested earnestly OIL
his face, and her red lips had just tn
the least little scornful curve as she re
piled: ''". '''''' ~
s"l'm rot at all learned, but it seems t
, me very cowardly to lay all our slips AM
sins at the door of destiny! !"
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