Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-09-28
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By q Leap.
BY MARY CECIL HAY.
Chapter I.
'TkGE. Oh HEART.

TRUE OF HEART.
4 small, old-fa.hioned cottage where q
woman sits working in the porch.
A tiny cottage in garden stocked only
with fruit and vegetables save the hardy
creepers clnging 10 the porch. But then
their blossoms CLEAN as white and pure as
any rare exotics, and the dark leaves move
soitiy In the fairy light as the breeze nes-
ties there amer its fight across the heath
from that far line ol brilliaacy which,
though but q ribbons width, Is the broad
sea flashing in the sun. A slight, pale wo-
man wearing widows cap upon her
smooth brown hair, but with such look
Of love and longing on her face that she
too has beauty which il is good TO look
upon. Small aud isolated as the cottage
NAV be, IL is a home of love AID peace;
and plain and quiet as the country womsn
looks, she has q wealth Of warm affection
in her heart.
As she sits there alone, Mary Sullivanis
dreaming the old dreams which have cheer
ed her through her ten years of widowhood
bright but never impossible dreams OF
the future OF her only son-and she is
glsncing back ward. too, over her own life,
wondering little. just a little, If many wo-
men of her age have seen no more o! the
world than she. who has not spent one
night of all her liie-nor ever wished TO do
so-beyond this village where her husband
has been schoolmaster. Is 1t TO be always
so? A steadfast light comes into her eyes,
and her quiet lips break into a smile made
beautiful By proud and loving trust; That
shall be left TO Davy,' she says, uttering
softly the one name which now means all
the world to her. His choice will be my
choice.
From the porch where Mary sits she can
catch a glimpse. through the trees, OF the
road along which the stage coach daily
passes. This spot she is watching eagerly
and when the tour horses come IN signt al
last she drops her knitting and rises Ner-
vously drawing her hand across her strain
ed. glad eyes. she turns and enters the cot
tage as IL she dare not wait those lew min
utes which will bring the coach In sight
again close to the garden gate
Tea Is laid for two in the pleasant fttie
kitchen, and the tahle-though II pears up.
on its snowy clotE no luxurles oey0no
homemade cakes and fresh-laid eggs-has
quite a festive look. The mother stands
and gazes around her with smile. Is
there nothing more that she can bring for
Dayy: Her hands are clasped together.
and her breath Is Quickenlng for she Knows
that at any moment now her boy may rush
in past that line of sunshine at the open
door. But she does not know how intent
ly she is listening for his footsteps upon
the gravel, nor how her face brightens
when he comes in at last.
Mother.
On, Dayy. Davyf
The greeting bursts from the hearts OF
both in that first moment; then the ooys
| lips are clinging TO his mothers, ana her
| arms hold hin, in that entire love which
4 laviShpS unOn AL
| only son.
The meal which she has prepared win
| loving hands Is over and the mother ana
| her boy sit together in their favorite corn
er of the porch whilet he sun sets far away
across the sea.
-Four whole weeks Of idleness. And Of
home. and YOU. mother Davy says. III
seems to good 10 be true -.
Bat YOU like school, Davyr Mrs. SulIl.
vac asks wistfully. You are happy there'
Happy? oh, yes: and getting on capital
ly. OF course l try to do that, nothet, %
| grandfather urged It SO when he eonde-
scended TO put me to this school. ferhsPl
he will help me little even when tne nv;
years are over. l Will soon rise II ne WI,
.ive me a start after this promised schoo
term
And il he does not this education 10 I
great help. Davy. You will be seventeen
when YOU leave the college, and clever. and
able to do anything.
.Anyrhing-everything. mother. assert
the boy, sof.ly drawing her arm about M
neck. Il shall be man. ana you snai
never want anything again. lou sns,
have large house and garden. and snal
come home to you every evening from m
Office where / shall earn the money, yo
know.-It must be near London, oecaus
men don't get rich except in London, ez
pect. Shall you like it. mstherT
You have made up your mind to
rich. Davyf
Only the boy answers, his eyes upo
his mothers face, Only just rich enoug
! to make you comfortable and happy .notf