Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-01-24
PHILIP NORwOOD'S FAITH.

The grounds about Mrs. Altering s
country home looked like fairy-land on
one particular night in June.
The occasion was strawberry and
cream festival, given for the benefit Of
the Presbyterian church.
Colored lanterns hung on every tree,
torches blazed between, arches of ever
green spanned the tables, and there was
bright enjoyment.
Strains of sweet music fioated on the
balmy air, and from the parlor of the
roomy house came the sounds of feet
flying in the merry dance.
Many beautiful ones were there; but
she who carried off the palm was stand
ing alone at one of the parlor windows
She was tall and queenly, her skin
was like polished ivory, her eyes were
hazel, large and luminous. She was a
woman who would be singled out among
thousand.
Her dress, of palest azure silk, trim
med with ruflles heavily embossed with
darkest blue, became her well, and the
silver arrows in her hair glistened as
she moved her shapely head.
Many were admiring her as she stood
there.
Down by the gate stood two to whom
We will listen.
They We're Philip Norwood and James
Newman, old friends who had not met
for years.
They had just discovered each other
and had had about five minutes talk on
'old times" when Newman stopped
short in what he had been saying, and
broke off with:
IL say, Norwood, who's that beauty
yonder. In all my travels l haven't
seen such face as that"
That" said Philip, looking in the
direction of his companion's s gaze, which
was toward the parlor window; ''that,"
he repeated, his handsome face glowing
with tenderness and pride; "that, New
man, is my betrothed."
"Indeedl BY Jove! you're the luck
lest man 1 know of, Norwood"
"Yes, am lucky, Newman. She is
as good as she is beautiful"
''Then she must be very good, for her
beauty is marvellous. Allow me to con-
gratulate you, old fellow. When is it
to be?"
''In the fall"
you'll ask me to be present, of
course?"
"Certainly."
"And what might the fair ones name
be?"
"She has an odd name-Pamilla.
Don't often hear it, do you?'
mo. Pamilla-Pamilla-I've heard
it before, though. Ahl / remember.
PamilIa what?" eagerly.
"Pamilla Hyatt"
''Good graciousl'' said Newman,
starting back as if he had been shot.
"What's the matter?" asked Nor
wood.
''Pamilla Hyatt-Pamilla Hyattl" re-
peated Newman, excitedly, as he took
from his breast pocket a leathern case,
and with trembling fingers opened it
and brought out small gold locket,
blue enameled. Look at that, Nor
wood-look at the name-what do you
see?n
Norwood looked ard he saw and ejac-
ulated:
"Pamilla Hyatt?"
Exactly; that locket must be hers.
1t isn't likely that there is more than
one Pamilla Hyatt in the world"
"Well, and what of it?"
"A good deal. Let me withdraw my
congratulations. You're not the lucki-
est--you're the most unlucky man ]
know Of, to be ensnared by the fatal
beauty"
"Explain!" cried Philip, hoarsely.
Explain at once"
"You remember my cousin Andrew
you've heard me speak of him at
least-a gay, merry, easy-going fellow.
Did you ever hear that he was muir.
dered?''
'Murderedl No." gasped Norwood
1.-TWO years ago, he was murdered In
his fathers house; and that" holding