The Republican journal., 1874-01-15

A Lost Love.
/ EMMA +. NJ. WuI~'CoNB.


up the walk TO her own door' holdn9 an
open letter III her hand
ne breeze, when had gwen a pecoln-
lg flush to her checks, now pulled at her
drmuEe little hat. and ont tell regular
'url
How perfectly absurd, SAID Miss
Carey. for hair thirty Years old to curl
I'm ashamed OF You, she added; but she
did not put it away, as she stood thought
i'|lly gazing with her mental eyes at the
picture which this half read letter held be
iorp her
when, AT length, the click of the gate
Latch recalled her, think she could not
lavc told at once which was the real, the
actual scene around her, or that within
her brain How far she had travelled in
this briet space of time Back to her ear
If childhood; and the soft curl blowing
against her cheek. helped the illusion.
But directly Miss Carey came back,
with 4 smile to the present, and tucked
the little curl out of sight, and looked
again at her letter
I'VE do realize our dreams, it began,
"l Oh surely have not forgotten, yon who
never forgot any thing in the old geome-
try or Latin day. urpromise Harry S and
'tii4N' NIlN4 wa so'tNN 10, Cit 'e'A 'S''''ii4-
day, that exquisite little painting of Echo
Lake said, YOU will remember, when
We are rich enough, Harry and |, we three.
will so to the White Mountains to see it.
Now we claim the fultllment Of the pro
mise
| want YOU too, to see how well | look
AT thirty; and Harry, he is Just as hand
some and lover-like as when he came to
the old school, to call, and Miss Park sat
in the corner, with her knitting work, for
propriety ! declare can hear the clicks
Of those needles at this moment"
Miss Caroy folded the letter, and went
into her birds nest Of a house, where she
had lived for ten years alone Few wo-
men could have been so much alone, and
still preserve the sweetness and freshness
OF her heart and mind Like most true
women, She had lived a romance in her
youth. 1t lay in her memory like a with
cred rose leaf, a little Of its old time fra
GRANGE clinging to it, enough, indeed, to
have sweetencd her life during all the
long yeras. HowNividlv it all came back
to her. as she read this letter from a class
mate, who had been like dear sister to
her, and in whose friendship there had
been something enduring. Eyes, | will
oe.n she said to herself that evening. and
Sitting down, she wrote to her friend, ac-
cepting the invitation; and few DAYS
later found her at the house of Mrs. Blake,
where She was to stay for awhile before
starting for New Hampshire.
One morning, her hostess took her INTO
the library for the purpose of looking
over old "keepsakes." which Mr. Blake
had kept III a box by themselves, and
,-bi., .ba b..I noyaF onanoI Sinna Sb1
packed them away, and shut down the
lid, the week after her school life closed
They both laughed, with shining eyes, as
she opened it: there We're flowers from
the boquets she had received; the pro
granmes Of entertainments they had given
for benevolent purposes. At the very
bottom lay her graduating essay, with Il
little blot on it still, where a tear had
fallen. As she took it up, something ilut-
tered ont Of it, and dropped into Miss
Carcy's lap
'.What is it ?7 asked Mrs Blake
Her friend held up tiny envelope, the
seals of which was unbroken, and the one
word, Julia" was written upon it,
Miss Carey's face was white, and her
hand trembled rs she opened it.
"lIow in the world came that note here "
exclaimed Mrs Blake.
Julia handed it to her without a word
Mrs Blake glarcd at it, and cried, ''Oh
Julia. Julia. 1t was all my fault! You
can never, never forgive me = The impul-
~iye woman threw her arms around ,Julia'~
neck, and burst into tears
1t was no one fault said Miss Carey
Gently, as She lifted her face which was
like the face Of an angel"
rbi,l- IN tba baayaui,r 1ita II iS I,arfact
love which will give to earthly faces the
perfect beauty Of the divine
II remember it all now" said Mrs
Blake ''As hc went off the stage, he
handed me the note to you; slipped il
between the leaves OF my essay, and folded
up, and have never thought of il since
Oh, Julia Julia " and the tears came
again.
Inc story was Just tins Inc young
Professor whom Julia had learned to love
in those delightful days. 50 long ago. hao
loved her IN return and on the last alter
noon OF school had written the note, tell
ing her he had few last words to say tc
her if she cared to hear them; and hat
asked her 70 be IN the library at seven
and 90 to the parior with him.
They had parted then without word
nv HNli'N ne! 7i4N 100 '''A 'iit wy =" W.
INN that She could not listen to the story
OF his love 1or her-the STORY each tcI O.
his, for months had told to her: SIe hat
gone home, wondering that there couC
be SO little gladness IN 1t, and mad 1elt the
sorroWiul wonder ihat everything shouio
90 on, day alter day, month alter month
When there was no soul IN 1t all
Ion, Louise! she SAID, when she coui'
speak, '.how distinctly remember every
thing about that night l dressed early
and came down to the hail l dlcn know
why | came, but an irresistible influence
seemed to draw me there think nov
that perhaps expected to see him, but
didn't say then to myself that thai wa
possible. | thought L would go INTO tn
library for one little minute, ana take
good-by look at things had been 5,
happy there. even took Inc door kho'
IN my hand, but 1t did not turn easily ah'
some one called me- ana ! stood on M
STAIRS when ne came out OF the hprary