Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-09-10

woman mag Il. l had only heard Il once
before, and then by you. sat on the
threshold Of your cid home, and you sang
to me in the summer dusk How distinct.
ly remember that happy night! The
sweet smell Of the clover, the glitter Of
the fre-fies in the grass, the shadows Of
the clms upon the lawn Paul!
Paul! don't. yOu-Sill kill mot"
E" Forgive nc. darling, was only
thinking aloud. I've been used TO bear
ing it 50 long alone. forgot it cOald burt
another" There was a briei pause, then
she asked, irreleyantly,
Paul, cant you come and see me,
sometime ?" There was a moments hesi-
tatiou, during which he gauged his strength.
"No. Amy, there's nae room for twa,
and we can't tell what might happen. l
love you too well to run any risk Of hurt
ing you. have been cruel TO keep you
here in the rain you must 60 in."
Once more they embraced each other,
then said goodbye. lie stole out Of the
garden, and she went drearily back TO the
tousc, aud each had uuwittingly gone to
drain the cup Of life to its bitter dregs.
Paul stole out oft the garden, but only TO
return the next night, and the next, until
il grew a habit The west window Of the
MUSHROOM, Mrs. Parks common sitting.
room, or ened en- the verandah; but the
lower half of the south window was almost
concealed, in summer, by some tall shrubs
which grew against it. Both windows
were usually open, out Paul could easily
conceal himself in tho shrubbery aud see'
unseen, all that passed in the room. 1t
was a reckless course to pursue, ii he had
any regard for his future, and he knew 1t,
and continued in it. What future was
there for him? Who we're left to care
whether he succeeded, or failed, struggled
or Welded, lived or died2 So, evening
after evening, a pair Of hungry eyes pecred
out of the bushes into the pleasant room.
Sometimes Mrs. Parks mother sat there
with her, sometimes her husband, but OF.
ten she was alone and listess, and sad.
When he saw her thus it taxed his self
coutyo, to the utmost to remain passive
- spectator; but, recalling the miserable
tru,h to discover himself, would be to
: make her ultimately more wretched STILL
he forced himself to remain concealed
One evening, arriving at his post, he found
her alone. She sat at the centre-tablc,
+, and, when he first saw her, was reading a
letter. When she laid it down, it was
only to take up and read another, aud
then no noticed there we're several, and
observing them closely, saw that they Aac
- peculiarly familiar look.
-, "My old letters!" he thought. She
=. read them all slowly, with dim eyes, anc
q
:, now and then tear fell upon the paper
-. They had been kissed before, perhaps
a. many times, and the stain OF tears is al
ho ways pure. Some moments after readins
n. the last, sho arose and went to the piano
:, Her back was now toward Paul, and thu
ccptre.table between her and the window
She touched the keys timidly, as it it wa
-. long since she had played, Paul became
., conscious that the accompaniment was
familiar oue-tha. of the old ballad ful
-. of tears and heart-break. Then Am.
ho sang, not as she sang three years ago, bu
iooo 10 from the depths of her soul.
ub, While her voice quivercd and moane'
I'd through the room, and crcpt into the sweet
-, scented, star-lt garden to the man sh
- loved, and of whom she was thinking, he
t..d husband catered, unpcrceived by hei
%. Paul saw him approach the table, pick u
80. one of the letters and glance over 1T care
rm lessly. His nonchalant expression change
-. to one of suspicion, and he turned to tn
= signature, then, to reassure himself,
D. the date. A contemptuous smile crosse
h.r his face, aud, taking a cigar from HI
!, pocket, he twisted the letter up quickly
md and, holding it an instant in the flame
n7 the gas, used it for light.
,l ~ .a.8 ..An' / maun gang awa',
eu, An moulder in the clay-cauld ground
and Where's nae room for twa,''
,rlv Sang Mrs. Parks, and broke OFT there, ft
she heard a scuf1ing sound at her bacl
We and, turning saw her husband on the fiot
cen with Paul's knee upon his breast, an
NV Paul's hand clutching his throat. Pa'
,uld. did not see that Amy was mute with su
d =, pense and horror ,.his glarlng eyes wei
on the face of tho man whom he hated
civ. the verge of madness the man who ha
k /" stolen his promised wife, and, meme'
.hisl ago, crowned injury with insult. At th
Ne moment Mrs Boynton entered the rooI
and and, instantly comprehcnding the stu
lad tiop. ran to the door aud shrieked loud
her for the police. Three came and interrup
rled ed what might have had tragic term