The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1876-04-03
REFUSED AND REFUSING.

Church was coming out" The con-
gregation filed ont solemnly, and once
without the door. lapsed into sociability
and began to shake hands and make
friendly inquiries in regard to each
others health and the absence OF Ger.
tain members OF the flock.
One person only did not pause. That
was girl, a rosy.cheeked lass Of seven
teen, who teemed for some reason flush
cd and agitated. She hurried on until
halfway down n sweet green lane, where
she seated herself under great elm
tree and listened to the murmuring
voices iu the distance with something
very like tear in her eye.
"He'll surely come," she said TO her.
self. "surely he'll never go away with.
out saying good bye, though he has
been so taken up with Matte Burt OF
late. He must pass this way going
home, md l know he'll stop and speak. !"
Then she listened again, as though,
through the still October air, shc could
distinguish Evan Wares voice amidst
the rest. --
Hc stood, fine, handsome young iel.
low OF twenty, not yet too manly to
blush, receiving parting wishes and i'll,
functions from old ladiesand gentlemen,
and hearty grips OF the hand from the
boys, and smiles from the girls, for
everybody liked Evan Ware.
Then came the final good.byes, and
one or two motherly kisses, for Evan
was to start at dawn; and away the boy
went, not down the green lane where
Lizzie Gale sat, but along another path,
down which trippcd figure in bright
silk, with n coquettish lace bonnet and
parasol, taking its way towards rustic
bridge that spauned little rivulet.
He overlook her Just as the little feet
rested on the bridge, and, quite out oil
breath, called her by name.
"Miss Burt, please stop minute"
She paused then, and leaned over the
railing Of the bridge, dipping the point
OF her paraso1 into the water.
~ sail for China Tomorrow" he
Ra;d,5Cal J. y 'a-''
"Yes-you told mo 80. hope you'll
like it." - . 80 -.a-
"I don't expect to like It. / like
home better than all the world" a.
"Dear mol What makes you go,
then3" p
"You know why-at least you might
know. I'm IN orphan. l have no
money-no0 prospects. My old sailor
uncle thfnksthere j. IN opening for me
in China-a chanee to make my fortune.
1t is very kind OF him to do what he is
doing, and no one can tell how anxious
! am to be rich"
Everybody seems to be-" ~- 2
"Yos quot for the same reason" "
"Why, what is your reasonr
-d1s The 1a1I snsset sSss ssSS EiisEe sort Of gasp
"Me1" The girl laughed and tossed
her head. --5 81 a-G
eyes now it's out. I don't know
whether you care fol. me or not. Some
times you seem to and sometimes you
don't. But Like you-better than
anybody in the world-,so muchtha il
you say l may hope little bit to make
you like me rs much, l shall have an OBJ
iect to work for to make myself rich
and great, perhaps ; and without that
hope l shan't hive any. There-it's
ont. I've tried to say it dozen times
before, and l couldn't go away not know
ing" '''-.
lie paused and the girl stared OF him.
"You meant TINT for an offer Of your
hand and: heart, I suppose" she said.
"Ii so, I'll tell you what: l consider
it, coming from you to me, piece OF
impudence." rII. ....... .t..I ..- .
So, with her gay silk sweeping, and
her pamsol ilnttering, the rich farmers
heircss sailed away, leaving her boy
lover the picture OF despair and morti'
fication.
50 absorbed was he in his own insult.
ed affections that lie did not oven notice
plainly dressed little figure that stole
over the bridge ten minutes after, until
some one said: EVAN"
Then he turned.
II was Lizzie Gale, in her neat straw
bonnet, and with her prayer book and
pocket handkerchief in her hand.
"You are going away tomorrow
Good-byew
He took her offered hand.
Goodbye, Lizzie.
81 hope you'll have pleasant voy'
age and succeed"
Thank you; but everything goes
wrong with me. don't suppose you'll
ever see me back again"
They shook hands again. He made
no attempt to detain her, aud she walk
ed away slowly and quietly, and never
wiped of the little tear that would trio
kle down her cheeks until she was sure
that Evan on the bridge could not see
her.
The next day Evan Ware had left
Farmingdale for years, il not for ever
He went mortified and unhappy but
strange to say, Us much in lows rs over