Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1874-04-03

There is no hope for me whatever. a
have done my best. She will never scar'
for me- gG@1
A light hand was placed upon his shout
der-a finger, rather-and the touch of the
finger was us the fiji ting as breeze which fan
ned his face. He started, for he thought
himself entirely alone. In this he was mis-.
taken. Annie Heath was standing behind
him.
He looked up at hsr with sort Of won.
der. She was blushins and smiled little
but the smile was a sad one.
L did not know
He stopped
sOh, Annie !'sI III aGt p4Gl
He had her hand in his own, claspeG
tight, and was looking at her with all lis
soul in his eyes. bi17
She did not withdraw her hand in tie
least. aE ~ 9
you have not asked me how I came
without-your knowing it, she said with {
sad, wistful smile. 'Icame down the Other
path, and the grass, l suppose, kept you
from hearing me- ~s
Yes. yes-but-'
The girls head sank. 90 ft
I have something very, verv sad to tell
you, she said, not appearing to notice that
he held her hand and was gazing upward
with thedeepest tenderness, into the sweet,
proud face under the chip hat. -
'Sad-sad p he stammered. sOh no! do
not tell me again-but am in a maze
but what brings you here You must have
come in that carriage this evening. l saw
it, and thought it might be those people
coming to take possession of what was
yours once-how hate them-p
A small white hand covered his mouth.
Hush = said Annie, jim q low, awe struck
voice, you must not say you hate-the
dead =
The dead!'
Poor, poor Augusta and Mr.. Ashton
They were lost at sea OH their return from
Europe-the news came week ago. As
soon as we heard it, Mr.. Brown and l came
to Oak i'll, and reached it this evening
ard | walked down and have met you-by
chance
Il am going tomorrow, I came to SCI
you here again, to touch this wood which
your hand rested on
Annie Heath did not speak-she was
blushing, and looked at him as she had
never done before.
where are you going?'
r
gain
why doyou go?'
These words were whispered merely-not
spoken aloud.
Because I love you, and can not live
here without you
The girls face became the color of q
peony; she tried to smile.
you want me very much, then?'
i want you more than | want life.'
'Then-why not that is-why do you
70 away?'
She leaned over him with all the long
pent-up tenderness of her heart in her eyes
with her fragrant breath upon his cheek,
with her bosom heaving,
OH might stay ana take care OF meal
Oakhill,' she whispered.
It was SO low as hardly to be called a
whisper-resemblirg rather the murmur OF
he wind in the leayes-and Il moment af-
forwards Jack Temple was holding Annie
Heath close to his heart.
Solomon Heath, Esq, had directed in
his will that in the event of the death OF
lis niece Augusta Wesley, unmarried, OF
if married without issue, the Oakhill prop
erty should revert to his niece, Annie
Heath.
She had come to take possession again
and not only found her old home unchang
ed but-Jack Temple. Being rich again,
her whole heart went out to him, and .hree
months afterwards her hand went with it.
Miss Jemima was at the wedding, and
said that she had always predicted Annie
would marry that fine young Temple.
What succeeds like success