Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1877-12-20

speak to rue agaln-Snall never sec
in my face how badly l feel -
Poor Jennie. The day arrived
upon which he had promised to be
in town, and also to take her to
drive. Jennie was in fearful state
of excitement all day.
That afternoon, late, we'll
known ring was heard at the door.
Jennie's heart gave a perfect surge;
but when the servant looked at her
lnquiringIy, she answered his glance
with cool Engaged John," and
hurried to her room to cry over
her modification.
Next day came a note in Mr..
Hatnlin's we'll known hand, but she
declined to read it, and sealing it
in another envelope, she returned
it and with it the locket. s'Thank-
ing Mr.. Hanlin for his kindness
in permitting her to inspect it and
pronounced it very pretty, and her.
self his respectfully" etc.-very
sshigh and mighty"
She was horribly wretched the
next few weeks, and did not 90 into
society. She had a morbid idea the
story might be out, and, as it was,
Lent came just in time to give her
an excuse for being so quiet.
She pined so vis;bly that her
friends thought her health tagging,
and sent her to visit some relations
in another State. She tried to he
happy, but was not particularly
successful, in fact, her efforts were
miserable failures it was hard to
see which was preying npop her
most, disappointed love, or per
feet agony of modification at The
thought how transparent her heart
haI been to him, and how he had
treated it like toy. She was al
ways seeking a solution of his APP
parently gratuitous insult, and she
could not find it Had somebody
been laughing at her patent devo-
ton to him !? Did he mean to taunt
her with the utter hopelessncss of
her love? She ground these bitter
questions over in a hundred ways,
and was like to break her heart.
Spring came and Jennie gradu
ally regained a degree Of her old
serenity, but she did not wish to
go home.
In the family of her friends there
was a charming girl of her own
age, and they were fast friends, but
JENNIE never spoke of her mortiti
cation to her.
One day they were talking over
ihe approaching marriage of her
Aunt Nora. Jennie" she said,
"I never showed you the dear lit
tie ring LeoIaid gave me, last fall,
did 1 ?''
"No let me see it."
Nora brought tit was a beau
tiful turquoise in a heavy gold
hoop, and something was engraved
inside the hoop, Jennie tried to
read it Norah caught the glance
sUberall Du, Jennie isn't that
sweet in Len to tell me so in such
a darling way"
.What is il" asked Jennie, in 0
quaking, uncertain voice, feeling
as if her life hung on thread, that
thread the significance OF the
words, "Uberall Du," words tha
had proved so fatal to her happi-
ness.
"Why, Thee over ALL Jennie
and where have your eyes gone to
You studied German at MADAM
Armand's with me forget 81
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$50 that was it. Thee over all,
and what fool she had been, eh?'
we're Jennie's last Cheerful
thoughts as she slipped quiet),
down by Nora's side in aeat
faint.
Miss Nora was horriied by Jen
MES sudden attack, but when Jen
ME revived she assured her cousin
, she was in the habit Of fainting a
; actually nothing, and the parlo
must have been too warm. Sh
, deceived Norah thoroughly, bu
, not her own poor heart.
Then she went up stairs an
pondered upon the situation"
The more she pondered th
, worse it seemed. She was to
, proud to own her mistake, an
take back her hateful words an
!, manner, and seek him in any wa,
and pride carried the day."
Her father sent her into th
mountains that summer, and, wit
a a few friends, wandered about
r but the grace and charm of God
t country, of rocky ledge, and balm
e whispering pipe, and tricklin
n mountain brook, cold and clea
e had no charm for her. One da
they planned a fishing excursion
q a large forest stream that crosse
the stage road a mile or two be
;, yond the hotel.
q Jennie crept away from the OIL
: ers with a rod and line, ar
= strayed along the brooksid