Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1873-03-22
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BESSY HAY.

The fragrant wild roses lifted their pnl,
chalices up towards the sunshine and dew
of the July heavens; the robins sang up
roarous glees in the branches of the old ap-
pie orchard; and neither rose nor robin
was fairer or sweeter-vOiced than Bessy
! Hay as she stood among the currant
| bushes, culling the red, ripe, fruit under
the shade of huge pear tree, where the
stone wall of the garden was draped with
the emerald festoOns of a wild grapevine,
while Paul Escott stood leaning against the
mossy trunk of the pear tree, twisting a
bunch of blue bells in his hand.
u know I'm poor, Bessy," said he, re-
suming conversation which had appa-
| rently lapsed into silence for moment or
two, "but l suppose poor people have as
much right 10 live and be happy as rich
! ones.'
II suppose so too, Paul"
And | am sure l am willing to work If
only could find something to do"
Bessy glanced deprecatingly at him.
Mr.. Elton wants some one to take the
farm and work its
That is mere drudgery, and besides the
pay would not enable me TO marry and
support Il wife comfortably"
"We could wait, Paul.'
You are very willing" said the young
man, bitterly. Il don't believe, Bessy,
that you care for me as do for you"
20, Paul!''
And painful look came over the fair
young face.
"Well, then, what do you think of be-
ing tutor to Mr. Sinclair's little boys?"
"Thank you; ] don't fancy the idea of
being toad-eater to q poIupous aristocrat
like Henry Sinclair
"Bu., Paul, we can't always be and do
what we like i'll this world" pleaded Bessy
with troubled look shining i'll her tender,
garnet-brown eyes.
Easy philosophy for you"
And the young man flung down his
stem of blue bell.
Il suppose you would like to have me
break stones upon the roads. thought
you, at least, could sympathiZe with the
feelings Of a gentleman"
80 l do, Paul; but l believe in the
Scripture doctrine of mans doing with all
his might whatever his hands finds So TO
do"
II see how it is" said Paul Escott,
haughtily, you are weary of our engage
mcnt; you want to break the worldly fet-
ters that bind you. Very well, SO let it be.
You are free.n
And he strobe away over the high grass
muttering something about having sus-
pected how it would turn out, ever since
Norton Van Brugh had come down from
London to sketch the scenery and turn
the heads of all the girls.
Bessy Hay made a step or two to over
take him, but she checked herself iu an in
slant with a scarlet stain on her cheek and
a gathering mist in her eyes.
He ought to know better, and he does, :"
she thought. mo, l will not follow him.
lie will come back when the momentary
pique has worn itself away.m
In the meantime, Paul, vaulting over
the stone wall few PAGES below, had very
nearly stumbled over the PROSTATE form of
man lying among the red clover blossoms
in the island of shade cast by au umbrage-
Gus tree, and reading.
"Mr. Van Brugh."
The young artist glanced up with look
OF scorn, showing his loGg dark eye-lashcs.
Paul bit his lip.
Engaged in a noble occupation of caves
dropping, ehI" he muttered.
Come, now, Escott, don't be crusty
didn't mean to overhear your conversation
but what was fellow to do? This is the
jolliest place on the whole farm, and | was
not to blame because Miss Hay came out
rants, and you follow her shadow. Come,
let's go down by the trout stream, and talk
over matters aud things in general. Are
you in earnest about wanting something
to do?,
"Of course Iam.n
Then suppose YOU just glance oyer this
letter that | received this morning from
my uncle. I've 40 idea Of eypatriating my
sell among the pig-tailed celestials for all
the fortunes that ever were made. But for
an ambitious man-read the letter, that's
all"
Paul Escott obeyed, almost dazzled for
the moment by the brilliant prospects ii
seemed to open.
You really give me the privilege of ac-
ceptins or refusing this situation" he ex-
claimed.
81 really do, and considering that | do
not want ii myself, it is no very great
stretch of generosity on my part. Only
you see, you have to decide at once, and be
in the city to report yourself at my unce's
counting-house within four and twenty
hours.n
Paul sprang up flushed and eager
"I'll do it. III show Bessy Hay that l
am no do-nothing after all, and when mo-
tive really worth my while presents itself.
Dul, S!duclnH III MS Olu-laSnlOneu silver
watch, which contrasted 50 markedly with
Mr.. Van Brugh'S elegant full jeweled
chronometer, Il have no time To lose"
"Not Il second"
"But my trunk ?"
"Gou can get what you need ia town
my uncle supplies the outfit"
"And Bessy 2"
"Write to her tonight; my uncle will
forward the letter under cover 10 me, and
| will see that she gets it,"
Paul Escott wrung his companions
hand.
You are very kind, he replied huskily;
Il had almost grown to regard you with
distrust.n
Van Brugh laughed showing his dainty
pearl-white teeth under a brown mustache.
Never judge by appearances, !" he said.
take my word for it, Miss Hay will ex-
cuse all lack Of ceremony when she learns
ALL"
'Mr. Van Brugh accompanied Paul to
the railway station, and saw him oil, with
a smilingly uttered proiusion of good
wishes.
1.-The best friend fellow ever had -
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