Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1873-03-22
SUNBURY, Pa. SATURDAY MORNING. MARCH o. 1873

of his old enemy, jealously took refuge in
silence. Nor did a long epistle from his
Aunt Jcmima, which contained more news
possible and inpossible-tha any gov
crnnent bulletin, serve to cool the flames.
"Folks say" wrote the epstolary spin
ster, 'that Eliza Hay is going to marry
| the widower, Sinclair, because he's rich.
| There was n deal of talk about her and that
young Van Brugh, but he went away all OF
a sudden folks thought it likely with flea
in his ear. Eliza knows pretty well which
side her bread is buttered on, and Sinclair
can't live long with that cough of his"
1t was no wonder that when pretty Bessy
| Hay made an excuse to come to Aunt Je-
mima's aud asked wistfully and with cer-
tain quiver in her voice if Paul's letter con-
tanned no message for her, the elderly gos-
! sip-monger answered
Dear me no! Y ou didn't expect to
hear did you ?"
| Bessy went back home, her little heart
as cold as her lead in bosom.
! She had refused Norton Van Brugh; she
said mo" to Mr.. Sinclair. in spite of Aunt
Jemima's knowing prognosticatienI; and
people began to wonder if pretty Bessy Hay
was going to be an old maid after ali.
why doesn't he write to me or send
me at least word to show that he has not
utterly forgotten me ?n
"Why doesn't she answer my letter ?''
thought Paul
So the world wagged on until Mr.. Es-
colt came home from the far Off howery
land-npt indeed with the fortune of which
he had dreamed in such sansuine fashion,
but with sufficient competence to live well
and comfortable in q place as modest as
his native village.
NJ, H., II,
threatenngs of snow in the chilly air, and
low wind stirred the last withered leaves
upon the boughs, when he alighted at the
station, looking almost into eyes of Bessy
Hay, who had come to the post-of1ice to
ask once again for the letter that never
came.
How seldom are oUr visions realized
Bessy had dreamed thousand times of
meeting Paul Escott, but never in such a
way as this.
Paul" she quivcred.
"Ah," said Paul dotling his stylish fur
travelling cap, 81 hope your well -
For he did not exactly like to call her
Mrs. Sinclair as yet.
The red stains of sunset had almost fad
ed out of the sky when he overlook her
about hundred yards from the station.
His heart smote him when he saw the
look of meek endurance in her face.
Are you alone, Bcssy ?''
"Yes, Paul.n
81 suppose" he said with an effort,
"that | must call you by some new name
now ?n
Call me Bessy Hay" she answered
quietly.
You are not married ?"
mo, Paulp'
He drew long breath that was almost
like sob.
Aunt Jemima sad-But Bcssy why did
you not answer my letter ?''
why did you not write TO me Paul 2"
Before they had reached the old Hay
farm, where the current bushes had long
since lost their leaves, and the garden was
already beginning to be whitened with the
falling snow-llakes, the mists of doubt and
misunderstanding with all cleared up, and
Bessy Hay had promised to forgive and
forSet her lovers seeming neglect.
Van Brugh was n scoundrel," uttered
Paul, "but without his aid, could scarcely
have been position to marry you 1t
has been long time to wait, but it's all
right, Bessy, after ALL
It's like a story, Paul. said Bessy
where people go through all sorts of TRIALS
and tribulatons, but are happy at the last
"Oh, Paul, never thought should live
story 7"