Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-11-07

or old story. Romeo and Juliet thi
time. 1t was not necessary to asl
the cause Of the trouble. L knew
it too we'll already. s, f,,.... ,.
| "Is this Mr.. Thomas Remington'
onr l asked, to make assuranc,
doubly sure. ...a
"Yes.v And after a little she tolf
me all there was to tell: how they
had loved each other for years IL
boy and girl fashion long before this
dreadful feud arose i how, as boy
and girl, they had given each Other
up on account of the family trou
hlas how Willard want West tO
seek his fortune as = lawyer how
both imagined. that they had forgot
ten the early love, and that the old
wounds were healed how he had
come home a, year ago; aud how
the first word, the first look,exchang-
ed between them, had revived the
old affection, and proved to them
that instead of dying it had been
gaining strength through all these
silent years. But it was of no use,
she said: they could never marry.
And now Willard had come on
again, when it was only torture to
both of them to meet, she did not
know how she could bear it. .,
After that, day by day 1 watched
the struggle that was going on in
Hope ,Gardner's heart-a struggle
under which abe grew pale and still
and cold. l knew that the lovers
met sometimes in the little summer
house at the foot Of the garden, or
down by the river-side. So persis.
tant a wooer as this new Romeo
could hardly fail to bring about as
much as that. Yet the stoleniinter-
views brought little of joy to either
of them, if one could judge Of the
weary eyes and set, still face that
Hope always brought back with
her. ras.o Hfi
One night 1 waylaid Cousin Hi.
ram as he was coming in from the
orchard. He looked worn and de.
pressed. Indeed, a shadow rested
upon the whole house. .. ..
"Were you coming in 7" asked,
~ was just going up to the 'Spread.
ing Tree to see if the, harvest ap.
pies were ripe" r.. '-.
mot yet, guess" he said, turn
ing about. "But will 60 with you.
are late this year," he add.
ed, refectively. a. -l t.t ~'o|
The large tree, renowned for it's
wide-spreading branches, was lad
en- with fruit even to the topmost
bough-great balls of green and
gold, that were slowly reddening in
the sunshine. u. 49, .t ..r
"Hard as Rock Dunder," said my
companion, making slight indenta-
tion upon one of them with his
thumb. "They will not be fully ripe
in a fortnight" aIHf 10 reinforced
1 had not lured him there, out of
sight Of the house, to talk about ap.
ples. i.. .uE ." t.i. ,-NJ.a
"Cousin Hiram" said I, suddenly,
while my heart seemed to spring to
my throat-"Cousin Hiram, do you
know that Hope loves Willard Rem
lngton ~ a.H.n t's,...
1 was frightened before the words
had fairly passed my lips. L had
broached, we'll knew, tabooed
subject. People we're not in the
habit of talking to Hiram Gardner
about the Remingtons. 1 ventured
one glance at his face. 1t was stern
and dark, and his breath came iu
quick, labored gasps. jc Presently
ne turned on his heel. and was about
% leave me. But, having put my
land to the pillow, it was not my ma
,ure to look back. ran after him,
md repeated my question. 4'lna'
"Pshaww he said, tossing an ap-
Die into the air with the toe of his
boot, "that's all over long ago.
There was some nonsense or other
them when they were chill.
lren, believe" ..
"You believe! Do you not k,oo,
Cousin Hiram, that Hope loves him
o-day y nraa.. a f,,r --a,..a
"Well, what is to be done about
tt What if she does I" he asked,
;urning upon me like q lion at bay.
do you suppose / can ever humble
myself enough to give my daughter
% that mans son I I'd see her die
irst! But there's no danger; girls
lon't die of broken hearts, except
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