Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1874-10-28

stretching out his hand.
She shook her head, and pointed to th
vine.
"For memento of this evening"" h
pleaded, in n tone which was far from
sentimental
"How many such mementos have 20,
already ?" she questioned, still keeping th
leaves.
"a dead rose-some other plant, whlcl
now looks and smells decidedly hayey-;
glove, spotted with lemonade and of NJ
possible use to its rightful owner-a slip
per rosette, big and ugly as mushroom
and piece of pink ribbon much creased
(which may, perhaps, have belonged tc
Miss Halstod instead of you," enumerated
Tom. That is all, assure you"
"What are you going to do with them p
Helen demanded, much Inclined to laugh
Keep them to sigh over winter even.
ings when the fire gets low and my segar
is smoked out" Tom answered. "One
must have help to misery as well as to
happiness"
"If that be so, hero are the leaves, /"
said she laying them in lis hand. "May
they contribute their small share toward
making you wretched, since it is for that
you desir them"
"a thousand thanksw he exclaimed
putting the coveted possession into his
pockct-book, where the dead rose already
reposed.
"Where are your other collections 2"
asked Helen. 81 presume you have made
quite a number within the past ten years. "
"To tell the truth" replied he, II
burned them after pilfering your glove.
did not wish 10 get the trifes mixed and
so misplace my rcgrc's, you see."
Helen bit her lip at the straightforward
avowal. care you always so frank, Mr..
Ford ~
"Ncver," he answered "except when
craftlness can not avail me anything If
diplomacy could make you adore me as
as l adore you, should be fuIl-hedged
Machiavclli instantly; bat it could not ?"
with a quick, furtive glance at her face.
NO she said, slowly, and cooring
little.
II knew it, said Tom, checking a sigh.
"Well, | must content myself with the
dead flowers and crumpled ribbons which
you have worn. A man more deserving
than l might receive even less" A phi.
losophic remark by no means in keeping
with the speakers gloomy and peturbed
countenance at that moment. A long ST.
lence, broken at last by Tom. "It is al.
most three mouths since we met, Miss
Helen. Do you remember my coming up
the walk and finding you hulling straw
berries with one of Rachela check aprons
on ? How sweet those strawberries were /"
"Almost three months" echoed Helen,
"and--I am going home next week.
Tom started and then scowled, but said
nothing.
How glad l am that we are to be in
the same city next winter" she went on
presently. "Wc can meet often, and
Claea, who is literary person, will lion
lze YOU
I'VE shall merer meet" he replied with
most upgraclous curtness.
"Why? she asked, in u slightly hurt
tone.
"Do you need to ask why p be rejoined
"What sort of a companion for Miss De.
nos friends should l be-a beggarly scrib-
bier who barely keeps himself lodged and
fed, and has not talent enough to enable
him to hope for fame even when he, is
grizzled and fifty No." he's continued,
more quickly. 81 have had my day, here
in this old farmhouse, without rival to
dread-with no soul to come between me
and the sweetness Of your companionship
i have had my full need of happiness,
and l covet no halfway joy iu the future.
was not made to play the part of de-
spairiDg lover. | could not haunt your
footsteps for a smile, look or dance at
tendance at parties and operas for the
pleasure of bringing ycu an ice or picking
up your fan. l despise mnp who can
humble himself in such a way. Yes, and
I was going to add, that | despise the wo-
man who can take pleasure in seeing him
do it!"
He tossed the segar away, and strobe
up and down the porch, which creaked
alarmingly beneath his heavy tread.
ga pretty fellow am to get into such
d rage about rothing," he said at last
pausine beside Helen, who still leaned
against the lattice.work. Forgive me,
will YOU not? l will never behave so
again"
II have nothing to forgive" she re-
plied. with a smile. II like to see you