The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1877-04-19

nome again.
He was so easily familiar, so frank
and engaged to herr
Daisy smiled.
"Thank you, Mr.. Maurice, for you
good will. am glad to see you"
1t was very proper, very ladylike, bu
Il shadow came over Johns handsOm,
face.
al hope shall see you often, Daisy
You'll be at the picnic on Tuesday
Cressington, keep that sunshade ovel
her head. Good bye till | see you
again"
His horse was prancing restlessly, and
me was of like dart and out of sigh
when Daisy bowed goodbye to her uni.
formed gallant at the gate.
"What handsome fellow John
Maurice has grown TO be, hasn't he
uncle?"
Daisy was slipping her coffee slowly
that Tuesday morning. cloudless June
day, that the gods mad arranged for the
Castledean party's picnic, and Daisy,
her lovely golden hair brushed off her
forehead in loose FURNISHED waves, and
caught at the back of the head with pale
blue ribbons, was impatiently trying to
get through her toilet.
Her uncle buttered slice of home
! 4 A.
"You might travel a seven years.
journey and not come across his equal.
And he's lucky, too. He sold his inter-
est in that railroad for ten times what
he gave, enough to buy him the pret-
tiest farm in the cOuntry-Edge Wire,
and its stocked frst-class, can tell you.
He's bound to make fortune, and they
say that Winchester girl'll bring him
considerable.
"He'l never think of her moneys
He's not that kind of man at ALL"
Aunt Mary stole glance at the girls
face.
"John's a splendid fellow and his
wife'll be the happiest woman going, L
do say, Daisy, nothing would have
pleased your uncle and better if John
had taken notion to YOU"
"You should have said if had taken
notion to John. But you see-I
haven't"
She threw kiss cOquettishly, and
vanished through the door to have a
foolish cry up in her room before she
dressed herself.
And when Colonel Cressington drove
up in his two horse pheton, he thought
he never had seen such perfect picture
of girlish beauty and happiness in all
his life.
And Maurice dashed by in his chaise
with Nellie Winchester, radiant in
white muslin and rose hued ribbons, in
time to get bow and cleaning smile
from Daisy, and to think, with another
Of those shadows on his face that Daisy
had seen before, that Colonel Crossing
ton and Daisy were good-very good
friends.
The long summer day had crept pleas.
antly along, and the heightened shadows
were warning the gay picnickers it was
time to be preparing to return.
Colonel Cressington and Nellie Win
chester had strolled off arm in arm an
hour before, and Minnie Castledean and
a dozen others were lounging on the
soft sward, gosslping, laughing and en-
joying a dolce far niente generally, while
Maurice was walking about unobserved,
unremembered by the others, with his
head bent down as if In close search for
something lost-his ring that had until
several minutes before he had not
missed, and missing, had at once com
menced to hunt for it.
Not that 1t was so valuable.
But panied white look on his face
that had been there at intervals all day
intensified as he thought how dear that
simple band was to him and why.
He went on and on, separating fur
ther and further from the party, until
sobs, low, indistinct, as if unsuccessfully
suppressed, but unmistakable, attracted
his attention, and seconds continu
ance in the direction he was going
brought him In full view of Daisy May,
with her head bowed on her hands and
her frame convulsed with violent weep
ing, and glistening on her fair finger the
oirciet of gold for which he was search
ing.
Seeing him she sprung to her feet,
and dashing the tears from her eyes
said:
"I found your ring, Mr.. Maurice"
She drew 1t off her finger and handed
1t to him, calling all the powers of an
unhappy, foolish little head to aid her to
make her strong and indiherent-who
had been sitting there kissing and cry
ing over Johns engagement ring.
John took the ring, and holding it be-
tween his fingers aud thumb, locked In
her face, with his own pale and eager.
"Dalsy, tell me you were crying be-
cause you love me. Is it SOP Daisy,
my only, my own darling. almost
dread to have your answer, for | fear 1t
will be no. But--do you love me, my
darlingp"
A sudden glory flashed over her face,
her very soul looking out of her eyes.
Then her lips quivered piteously.
"0hl John, how can you talk to ME
SOP Nellie Winchester"
He pressed her suddenly close to him
and pushed her head down on his shoul-
der.
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