Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1874-04-24
THE GOLD CROSS.

gle, because shall split it in two, and keel
half for myself.
George Wayland looked straight into
Maggie Carroll S brown eyes as he spoke,
and saw the sudden glow of love in them
as they met fol- a second his ardent gaze,
and then hid under their blue yelled, silk
Ell fringed lids.
4 shall prize it highly, George, and the
more from the fact that you wear one halt
while [ wear the other
But will you wear it always, under all
circumst ances p
always, under all circumstance, she re-
peated merrily.
He neatly severed the narrow, thin cross
and fastened one section to his watch
chain, and the other to the piece of narrow
velvet Maggie had bought, and that he tied
for her around her white throat.
Il like it better than a ring. George she
said, shyly, because every one knows who
is engaged, by just looking at their left
hand'
AS if l wouldn't like every soul in
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shy, brown-eyed darling. [ am only too
proud and too happy
Maggie interrupted him, playfully-
Despite the visible jealousy of a GER
tain lady, who considers me bold rival 2
Despite even Cora Adrian S foolish jeal-
ousy while I feel several inches taller
than poor Ned Morrison, whom did cut
out numerically, didn't p
A little shadow passed over Maggie's
face, and instinctively she chung closer to
her lovers arm.
ooh, George I am actually afraid of
Ned, lately. Only last night he said I'd be
sorry yet that I refused him. He's SO mo-
rose and sullen since-since.'
She blushed little, and George mag
unanimously helped her through.
Since I asked and was not refused by
those sweet lips. Never mind Ned, Mag
gle. Naturally he feels jealous. / would,
myself, under reversed circumstances. But
all this has nothing to do with our prom
Use to wear the little gold cross while we
are separated for these three months that
are so close at hand. But, NJ ggie, my
little girl, if ever the time should come
mind. have no idea that it will-but il
it should come, that you want to be re-
leased from me, all you've to do is to send
your half of the cross to me. It will be
the mute token Of my misery
But Maggie smiled up in his face cheer
fully.
If all the misery you anticipate comes by
means of this little messenger, and she laid
her hand lightly on the glittering trinket,
rest assured you'll have little of it. But,
Sir Knight, suppose you weary of my
colors What then p
He folded her tightly i'll his arms and kiss
ed her.
AS if could ever change =
So the two, in that blissful, painful part
ing, that seemed ages to them, renewed
their VOWS. The old, old story, yet ever
new.
The cheerful rays of the astral lamp
on the round crimson-covered table
beamed over Maggie Carroll's white
fingers, and flashed like a spark Of liquid
silver on her thimble and polished needle
as her hands flew gracefullyayer her work.
She had cleared away the IA dishes, ana
her parents had gone to q f$nd's. Little
Bessie lay sleeping on the ldhge, with the
light shaded from her eyes and Maggie,
with garment she was making for one OF
her bridal outfits, had settled happily, cosby
down to her evenings work, thinking with
every stitch she set Of George Wayland,Dy
this time away out in Omaha, where he
would gain good many hundred dollars
in putting the machinery in a new mill
money that would start them nicely III
housekeeping.
Maggie's pleasant reverie was disslpated
by an impatient rap on the sitting room
door, followed, before she could unfasten
her work from her knee land go to the dool
and open it, by Ned Morrison.
Don't get up, Maggie, I can find chall
| for nv self I've been here often enough
to make myself at home, haven't !. fol
all don't appear to be particularly want
ed.'
! Maggie's cheeks famed at the lnslnu