Weekly Trinity journal., 1877-02-10


necktie and cuffs in dandided way,
knocked the ashes from his cigar, picked /
up the bucket, still almost full and de-
scendod.
The worllmen, God bless their honest
souls, went mad. Cheer after cheer went
up, such as those old stones had never
heard before. The hated city chap "
of yesterday was the hero of to-day. Poor
fellow he was martyr to their enthu
siastic admiration. Finally Norton camo
to the ruscue, and he escaped with that
individual
When the two friends were alone to-
gether, they claspod hands as old friends
only clasp.
Charley it was an noblo act" was
all that Norton said.
"Do ont Jesse, you'd have done the
same ii you'd been in front"
They walked along together, putting
their cigars in silence.
"Don' 'tsay anything about this, Jess
said Charley, when they reached the inn,
mot to her at any rate-l mean Miss
Corson-I hate gratitude-our whole
Summers fun would bo spoilt."
"All right if you don't want me to,
WON'T" answered Norton rather sur
prised.
THANK you, jess" said the othcr
heartily.
When the young mon had left, the
quarrymen looking tor Miss Corson, saw
sho was gone. That young lady had
been awakened by the shouting, and not
! knowing but what they were making fun
of her, and suddenly remembering that
she was in position which some of her
back biting friends who liked to criticiso
her actions, would style unladylike,
quickly made her way back rs she had
come.
Norton kept his promise, Tho week
slipped by and Miss Corson never knew
how near doath she had bcon, nor how
bravely she had been rescued.
On tho last evening, Charley found
himself sitting alone with her on the inn
porch. The lady who was to join the
party, was momentarly expected. lie
felt slightly nervous, almost bashtu. He
had lost II good deal OF confidence in him
self since ho had met this " forward girl"
lie could not dirt with her.
She started the conversation. " Your
curiosity about our future companion will
soon DO satisfied, Mr.. Berton."
Can't you tell me, so that | may be
prepared ?' he asked.
Before she had time to reply, however,
n sudden thought struck him.
son Of course know who it is" he
said chow stupid not to have guessed
it before. Your mother, OF course, | will
expect in moment to see---" but ho
stopped, something in her face made him
do so.
"My mother is Dead" said sho, in
low voice.
"Ohl excuse my carelossness," Charley
said, hastily.
An awkward silence cnsued. He felt
extremely uncomfortable. Josslo's last
speech was in such changed tone rs to
have mltle him start
Il was but two years old when she
died, so | remember very little Of her
only that once was taken in her room
sho was lying in bed, aud papa stood be-
side hor, crying sho kissed mo great
many times, and said, Take care OF my
child, Ben,' and then | thought went to
sleep did not know what death was"
Charley said nothing, ho did not know
what to say, There was something in his
throat which he could not cough up.
often wish | had mother," she
went on, " | might bO better girl but
papa is always very kind. He thinks |
look like mamma, and until he came here,
we have never been separated moro than
one day. lie has been my only school
teacher" She paused again, and then
returned to her old gay style. How /
am boring you - she said.
No, indeed, please go on. am very
much interested" said Charley.
"Hush," said she. "I4iston -
In the room next to them the shrill
voice Of child was relating what had
happened at tho quarry. Not u detail
wa: omitted. not a syllable was lost TO the
couple on tho porch.
When the story was told, she turned
to him half crying, half laughing, and
held out her hand. He took it.
"Is it true, Charley ?" sho asked. She
had never called him Charley before.
"Yes l."
You need not make any excuse,
know how brayelyyou did. 1 don't know
how to thank YOU"
She stopped. lie was holding her hand
very tightly, and the hand, she knew was
throbbng as if there was IL steam engine
in it. She tried to release it, but he held
1t tighter still.
You have my hand, Mr.. Borton,"
she said, looking him in the face. What
she saw there made her look more quick
ly to the floor
You have my heart, JESSIE" he
said, with an earnestness that made her
heart throb till she was well nigh chok-
ed. The forward girl was modest now.
She was trembling all over. But she
did not try to take her hand away. All!
that little hand it was his hand now,
and her heart was with it. They were
happy, indescribably and supremely
happy.
All human joys are feoting. They
were reminded Of the fact by hearing the
| latch Of the gete lifted Messrs Norton