The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-03-17

kEf SID AND kEf NING.
Church was looming out" The con-
gregation filed out solemnly, and once
without the door, lapsed into sociabili-
" and began TO shake hands and make
friendly inquiries in regard To each 9TH
er's health and the absence of certain
members of the flock.
One person only did not pause That
was girl, Il rosy-cheeked lass of sew
enteen, who seemed for some reason
flushed and agitated She hurried on
until halfway down sweet green lane,
where she seated herself under a green
elm-tree and listened 10 the murmuring
voices in the distance with something
very like a tear in her eye.
''He'll surely come,n she said TO her
self. :" Surely he'll never 20 away
without saying good-by, though he has
been so taken up with Matte Burt of
late. He must pass this way going
home, and know he IL stop and speak. >
Then she listened again, as though.
through the still October air, she could
distinguish Evan Wares voice amidst
the others.
He stood, a fine, handsome young fell
low OF twenty, not Yet too manly To
blush, receiving parting wishes and in
functions from old ladies and gentle
11en, and hearty grips of the hand from
the boys, and smiles from the girls, for
every body liked Evan Ware
Then came the final good-byinS. 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, like Patience on a mon
ument, but along another path. down
which trippcd a figure in bright silk,
with coquettish lace bonnet and par
asol, taking It's way towards a rustic
bridge that spanned little rivulet.
He overlook her just as the little feet
rested on the bridge, and quite out of
breath, called her BY name.
=. Miss Burt, please stop a minute"
She paused then. and leaned over the
railing of the bridge, dipping the point
of her parasol into the water
81 sail for China tomorrow he
said.
"Yes-ycu told me so. hope you'll
like it,
- don't expect TO like it. | like
home better than all the world
''Dear me. what makes YOU 90, then ?''
" You know why-at least you might
know. I'm an orphan. have no
money-no prospects. My old sailor
uncle thinks there is an opening for me
in China chance to make nv fortune.
1t is very kind of him to be doing what
he is doing, and no one can tell how
anxious ! am to be rich
Every body seems to be-"
- Yes; not for the same reason"
q Why, what is your reason?''
The answer came with sort of gasp
one word" You
"Me?" the girl laughed and tossed
her head.
Eyes; now it's out. don't know
whether YOU care for me or not. Some
times YOU seem to and sometimes YOU
. don't. But Like you-better than
any body in the world-so much that if
you say may hope little bit to make
you like me rs much, / shall have an
object TO work for 20 make myself rich
and great, perhaps: and without that
hope | shan't have any. Thcre-it's
out. I've tried TO say Il dozen times
before, and | couldn't 90 away not
knowing"
lie paused and the girl stared at him.
"lou meant that for an offer of your
hand and heart, i suppose?" she said.
elf SO, III tell you what: consider il,
coming from you to me, piece Of inn
pudence.
So, with her gay silk sweeping, and
her parasol fluttering, the rich farmers
heiress sailed away, leaving her boy
lover the picture of despair and NORTH
. cation.
SO absorbed was he in his own in
suited affections, that he did not even
notice plainly dressed little figure that
stole over the bridge ten minutes after,
until some one said: "Evan.'
Then he turned.
IL 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-byl"
He took her offered hand
"Good-by, Lizzie"
81 hope you'll have a pleasant voy-
age and succeed"
"Thank you; but every thing goes
wrong with me. don't suppose you'll
ever see me back again.
They shook hands again. lie made
no attempt TO detan her, and she walk
ed away slowly AID quietly, and never