Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1878-08-08

is the basso Of the choir, and seems te
feel it incumbent upon him to accom-
pany the girl home. He is rather
good looking, but | think had bet
ter 60 to the choir meeting to bring
her home, as she might take II farcy
to this MIR. Lee and she is too young
to be thinking Of these things-quite
too young. Not that | am so very old
myself; twenty six--that would not
sound old in speaking of any one else
but | suppose that it seems very old
to Olive. | AIN on y IA friend who
cares for her very much as the fairest
and purest flower that ever bloomed
| wonder if she will come out and
hel p Jake and me to raise kite to-
morrow. Jake is to ask her. She
will be sure to say no to me.
June 2l.--We flew that kite. 1t
seems long while ago since them
Shall | ever forget it? The cool,
fresh breath of the morning that, RI
sing, swept over the tree tops like an
autumn wind, aud drove the flying
clouds above, while their shadows
tlitted over grain field and the mead
ow below? Shall | ever forget the
tangled string that neither Jake nor
| could unite, and which Olives little
hand released so deftly? Nor how
she drew those hands away when |
tried to letan her to speak one word
OF remorseful acknowledg dgment, and
so left Jake and me alone 10 wander
off up the Gray road, which on this
side rose SO steadily, lut shelved
traight down, rough and rugged, on
the other, over the deepest run OF
Cresskill? How the kite caught the
wind, and sailing up aud out, pulled
tightly on the string, while Jake was
in an ecstacy Of delight over its gam.
bols, and even | felt all boy $ enl hu,
siasm over the successful flight? p
Olive was nowhere in sight. Up
went the kite higher, and higher,
and, following its motions, | stepped
back nearer and nearer the fringe Of
bushes at the summit Of Grayrock,
while Jakes shouts Of triumph rent
the air.
Then | remembered nothing more
until | became conscious Of dull pain
in my left arm, and, half opening my
eyes, found myself beneath the ledge
of rocks from where | had undoubt.
edly fallen. ALI, but | bore the pain.
bravery, and gave no word of return
ing life for saw my little violet
with her face buried in her HANDS not
far away. shut my teeth to pre-.
vent "a groan or quickoned breath, for
/ heard her footsteps come nearer.
Then she tried to raise me up, but
the broad shoulders belonging to SIX
feet Of humanity We're too much for
her; SO she folded the shawl that she
had on and laid it under my head
Still | didn't move. 1t was worth
some sufI ring to have those hands
pass light Y over my hair, or laid ten
derby enough now on mine.
Five minutes more, and | did not
move. Then came The softest kiss on
my forehead that ever blessed n man
in love. When | say kept my eyes
shut after that ! announce u feat Of
heroism unparalleled, | heard her
retreating footsteps and her clear
voice calling over the hill
Quick, quicker, father! He does
not open his eyes at all. Send Susan
for Doctor Mills.
thought | might as well indulge
in groan or two now, for the pain
was very great, and | was suffering
acuteIy, as | supposed from dlsoca
ted shoulder. Mr.. Austin and one of
the farm tands, summoned by Jake S
report, assisted Inc to the house,
where did net wait long for Dr.
Mills skillful case.
| only see Olive at rare intervals
and she is AS cool as ever She does
not know-the little violet-that |
hold the memory of that lluttering
kiss. But why can | not lure her to
my side again?
But all the time | have been lying
here she has come and gone unheed-
ed, and more than once have heard
the heavy tones Of Arthur Lee IS voice
as he said good bye at the gate. |
must not write more, for | am fever
ish, and Dr. Mills lorbids excltemer
Jnly lO.-Am | dreaming, or is it,
trua y 50 -? 1t seems like dl cam that
away Oft by the CresskllI, on the spot
where fell not long ago, | found my