Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-11-20
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much vexed to laugh II hope Won are
notp"
mot l. she answered
We walked a few turns III silence.
Then ] spoke
What has this 10 do with Margaret
and how could YOU imagine such thing
of mee | do no, think Inconsistency Is
one of nv Eilings. and you know my
story, Emily |, j. love once, fove ever
with me; aud all my heart ever knew: oil
can know, was buried with George Lee
three years ago 10,
"Forgive me! Forgive me criea
Emily. IL knew YOU had not forgotten
poor George; but Margaret was not with
ms then. YOU remember, and she has taken
Il into her dear, soft head that you are IN
love with Thornton and as he Is, beyond
ouestion. in love with her, she proposed
putting herself out of the way.
II would have given Margaret credit
for more sense | said; "but, after all:
it's like the Quixotic soul. will go and
talk with her."
Don't be cross" whispered En-, un-
necessarily, as no one could be cross with
Margaret.
l found her on her knees before a trunk,
packing. ] called her into my room, and
then opened the old chest, faint with the
odor OF dead flowers, the poor little
lunches of violets and heliotropes, which
had so delighted my heart years before,
now faded into memories; showed her
the photograph, explaining that 1t was
Emily's brother; drew from its mlldewed
scabbard the sword; and from its soled
yellow envelope the Colonels letter OF
sorrowful tidings and sympathy, the dark
ring of hair still inclosed. Margaret said
nothing, but her tears fell eloquently, and
she kissed me again and again, claspinS
me 10 her heart.
Need | add that Margaret did not finish
her packing? Mr. Thornton came riding
furiously over in the evening. the first
time / ever knew him to visit at the usual
lovers hour, and the last too, Tor the
morning was the golden time to him.
Emily and discreetly left the music room
to the two, and we were growing rather
sleepy by ourselves. nodding over some
stupid sewing, when the door opened and
they appeared. hand in hand, radiant,
walking upon air Mr.. Thornton stepped
forward and delivered rapturous eulogy
upon Margarets PROJECTIONS, his own hap
piness, and our kindness. | would repeat
it here at length and there would be
wanting voice and action, but fear all
sensible readers would rather hasten to
the denoan,ent.
Dear, beautiful Margaret Em and az
rayed her ourselves in the bridal veil and
flowers. They were married in the little
MUSHROOM where stands the piano, the
only thing out of tune that bright day, and
there was no denying its bad condition
when En- tried to coax from it the We'd
ding March. The gay antumnal trees
shook down before her dear feet path
way brighter and fairer than any rich
mans hall of the Cloth of Gold. Emily
went back to her teaching with dry-eyed
stoicism. | am happy to say, however,
that this unnatural condition did not long
endure. She became heartily homesick,
relinquished her advantageous position as
upper-goyerness in an up town seminary
for young ladies. and through Mr.. Thorn
ton secured the little day-school of our
district. She enjoys her humble duties
Notwithstanding her former lofty station.
The little children love her, the big boys
adore her, and she has never had occasion
to call in the aid of Magistrate Thornton,
as he mockingly prophesied. Phillip ana
Margaret are handsomer, kinder, and
more devoted, il possible. than during the
Gays Oh tneF HTsl nappiHcss- II eVei
marriage were made in heaven it was
theirs. There are many rare and beauti-
full flowers in the gardens and conservato-
ries of Summer Hill: but its master and
mistress often walk down to the quaint
Red Farm House to gather lunches OF
sweetbriar from vine which grows there.
shall be thirty years old this spring.
Yes, it is already spring, and now let the
blooming apple -boughs shake down a
snowy curtain upon our simple little
drama.