Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1876-04-29
REFUSED AND REFUsIsG.

Gre2StiOn ulcu out SOlenfniy, ana once
without the door, lapsed into sociability
aud began to shake hands aud make
friendly inquiries in regard to each 9th
er's health and the absence of certain
members of the flock.
One person On.y did not pause. That
Was girl, rosy checked lass Of seven
teen, who seemed for some reason flushed
and agitate,l. She hurrie,l on until half
way down Il sweet green Lane, where she
seated herself under great elm tree aud
listened to the murmnring voices in the
distance with something very like II tear
in her eye.
"He'li surely come" she said to her
self. Surely he'll never 90 away with
out saying goodbye, though he has been
so taken up with Matte Burt of late
He must pass this way going home, aud
know he'll stop and speak"
Then she listened again, as though
through the still October air, she could
distinguish Evan Wares voice amidst the
resi-.
He stood, fine, handsome young fel-
low of twenty, not yettOo manly 20 blush,
receiving parting wishes and injnneti0ns
from old ladies and gentlemen, and hear
ty 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 whore Lizzie
Gale sat, but along another path, down
which trlPped figure in bright silk,
with coquetish lace bonnet and parasOl,
taking its way towards a rustic bridge
that spanned a little rivulet.
lie overlook her just as the little feet
rested on the bridge, and, quite out of
breath, called her by name.
'.Miss Burt, please stop q minute"
She paused then, and leaning over the
railing of the bridge, dipping the point Of
her parasol into the water.
Il sail for China Tomorrow" he said.
"1es-yOa told me 80. | hope you'll
like it,
l'.I don't expect TO like it. like home
better than the world"
''Dear me! What makes you go, theny'
"NOu know why-at least you might
know. I'm an orphan. have no mon
ey-nO prospects. My old sailor uncle
thinks there is an opening for me in Chi
ma chance 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
he rich
Every body seems to be-
"Yes; not for the same reason"
'Why, what is your reasOn?"
The answer came with sort of gasp
one word-"You."
Me-" The girl laughed and tossed
her head.
''Yes; now it's out. l doa't know
whether you care for me or not. Some
times you seem To and sometimes you
don't. But I-like-you-better than
anybody in the wOrld-sO much that IL
| you say | may hope \ little bit to make
! you like ME as much, | shall have an OBJ
| iect to work for TO make myself rich
and great, perhaps; and without that
hope 1 shan't have any. There-it's out.
| I've tried to say 1t dozen times before,
aud l couldn't go away not knowing"
/ He paused aud the girl stared at him.
"YOu meant that for an offer of your
hand and heart, | SuppOseE" she said
''lf so, I'll tell you what: | consider IT.,
coming from you to me, piece OF I'M
pudence."
So, with her gay silk sweeping, and
her parasOl tiuttering, the rich farmer s
heiress sailed away, leaving her boy low
er the picture Of despair and mOrtihca-
ton.
So absorbed was he in his own insult
ed affections that he did not even notice
Il plainly dressed little figure that stole
over the bridge ten minutes after, until
some one said: Evan
Then he turned.
1t was Lizzie Gale, in her neat straw
bonnet, and with her prayer book and
!
''You are going away tomorrow good
bye"
He took her offered hand.
Goodbye, Lizzie"
81 hope you'n have a pleasant voyage
and succeed"
"Thank you; but everything goes
wrong with me. L don't suppose you II
ever see me back again.
They shook hands again. lie made nU
attempt TO detain her, and she walked
way slowly and quietly, and never wiped
of the little tear that would trickle down
her cheeks until she was sure that Evan
on the bridge could not see her.
The next day Evan Ware had left Far
mingdale for years, if not for ever. He
went mortified and unhappy; but strange
TO say, as much in love as ever. lie was
very young and very modest. and Matte
Burt's uncalled for insult took upon it.
self after a day or two the form of plain
speaking.
"Of course il was piece of inperti
nence, and, Of course, she couldn't think
OF me, )" he said. 81 was crazy to think
of il. But some day-some day will be
rich, and have name OF some kind"
Fortune making is very slow. Evan
was prosperous, but at first only mOder-
ately so; and months rolled by, and years,
| and he grew to be a tall, brOad-shOulder-
ed man, with a great brown beard, be
fore he was half rich enough to go back
to Farmin gdale.
The time came 1T last, however. lie
knew his success had become known in
his native place; he knew also that Miss
Burt had married. aud WAS u widow; and
when he left China il was with the full
7 intention of establishing himself As
merchant in London, aud marrying Mat
tie, if she We're 10 lie won. Snch an i'm
age as he carried with him, and over the
ocean, OF gnilsleSs beanty and loVellnesi
no artists pencil ever painted, ana h'
took II with him 20 Farmingda!s.
There it vanished.
Before he had been In the place tlrs'
DAYS ne had seen Matte, now Mrs, Fay