The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1878-07-04
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tNem II tue Dn-Dm OF leF fEesS. III
what lovely rCses - she cried
THANK you 20 much, Mr.. Carson y
'NOW, dear, let me escort you,'
said Maggie. 81 see your invaluabl
Barton has already got your luggsg
ashore. This way, dear"
"Algy, you and ! must follow, g.
we cannot lead, said Frank, a. h
took his friends arm. 81 say" b.
whispered, "What a beautiful vOict
, she has got, hasn't she ? You'll b
failing In love, old fellow, en- ?'
"NOt J." replied his friend; "PH
not equal to a goddess like Miss Ham
BIyn. Besides, you know" HI
stopped suddenly, remembering Mag
gie's caution.
"Well, besides what 4? Don't minG
me-" said Frank.
"Oh, dear, no the fact IL, I'm
rather sweet on some one else, yOU
see. She was delighted with thOsl
roses, / can tell you. What /
thoughtful fellow you are | nsvel
can 10 those pretty thingB."
"Then, friend Algy, take q lessor
now and rose next time"
They all drove rapidly back to tht
rectOry. Mr.. DenDe met them on thu
I steps.
"WelcOme to WhittIesleigh," he
| exclaimed, in his CHEEKY voice. ~ O.
sic, my dear, l am delighted to set
you. Come in ;" and pressing faith
erly kiss on the wide forehead, he
led his beautiful visitor into the
drswing-rOOm.
Luncheon is ready" ne said, $50
when you young ladies have ex-
/ changed condolences we will sill
down. DO not be 80 long, dear" ht
added to bis daughter.
! awe shall be ready in minute,
papa" replied Maggie.
"Scarcely, 1 think" said the rec
tor, laughing. But do not forget
breakfasted at this morning."
"What a nice fellow your cousin
must be, Maggie Fancy him taking
| the trouble to gather these lovely
roses ! / wish 1 could see them," she
added with a sigh. "But, Maggie,
dear, what do you think ? One doc
tor in London told papa that per-
haps | might some day recover my
sight do so hope he is right. he
wanted to galvsniZe me or some
| thing"
"Of course he Is right, dear he
never would have been so cruel. He
could not have held out hopes II he
were not quite sure"
'Oh, Maggie, fancy Just fancy
being able to see the sea, the sky, the
bowers and you, you darling, once
again. But il Is too good to be true.
IL is quite impossible ~ A weary
sigh closed the sentence.
t'NOt impossible, dear. So let US
hope for the best. Hope and pray.
and trust I'm Gods mercy"
Jessie bent down and kissed her
kind friend, and then the two girls
had a 'gOOd cry" together.
Nearly two months passed away,
and still the party at WhittlesleiRh
RectOry remained the same. To
those OF my readers who have stayed
In sweet South Devon, need not ex-
plain the pleasant life which young
people can, and believe do, lead In
that land OF picnics. Love in these
latitudes ripens with the Strawberries,
and comes as naturally as cream so
the young couples at the IsectOry
paired of almost uncOnsciOusly.
Such an arrangement in the case OF
Algy Vernon and Maggie Denne was
not surprising, for they had been &C.
quainted from childhood, Mrs. Yer
non and the late Mrs. Denns had
been schOOlfellOWs. They had never
severed the friendship thus initiated,
and what was moro natural than
that the affection entertained by the
parents should descend to the chill
dren At any rate, Algy was deeply
in love with the pretty Maggie (; and
she, though not so preOccupied re.
specting him, thought her old friend
very nice indeed, and, il the truth
were told, preferred him to all her nu-
mernns admirarS-
But Frank Carson and Jessie Ham
blyn had no such excuse. Yet the In
fluence of the eDevOnshire air was such
as to kindle spark which showed
symptoms of bursting OEt into q
decided flame indeed. The train Of
sympathy was laid it required but
the spark to be applied 20 it, and then
the barriers OF prudence would give
way before an explosion. Ii Alger-
non and Maggie understood each
other, so did Frank and Jessie, and
the numerous excursions and picnics
in which they passed the afternoons
only served to rivet their bonds
closer.
One sultry afternoon q last eXcur-
sion was planned to the Fairy Glen.
The party had been increased ON this
occasion by three couples from s
nsighbOring parish, and despite the
threatening appearance OF certain
huge masses OF clouds, the expedition
started. The romantic spot which
MaggIe-nO mean judge in these mat
ter-had selected for the afternoon
meal was one of those lovely bits OF
landscape SC familiar to many us.
A brawling streams makes its spark
ling way amid mOss-cOvered bOwld-
ers, over pebbly shadows, and swlrls
beneath the wild flowers beneath its
banks. Then gliding calmly into an
unruilied pool, it lRzily creeps be-
meath q picturesque bridge, through
the single arch OF which ancient
structure the moor Is seen extending
its wild and undulating curves. And
then the water, secure i'm Its pride OF
high birth in yOnder hills, takes no
heed Of the narrow passage till, ere IL
is aware, it is caught in q rapid, and
hurried over the cascade to the sea,
where 1t is lost forever.
Such were the features of the wood.
land dining room, on that eventful
day-a day never to be forgotten by
any member of that merry party.
The cloth was soon laid beside the
and, when all was ready, full
justice was done TO the al jreScO meal.
More than once muttered grOWl or
roll was heard over the hills,
but the sound was merely the echoes
Of the blasting operation at the quar-
ries, or the rattIing of the trucks On
the neighbOring tramwsy.
The air got more and more sultry,
and even the insects seemed TO sleep.
The trees whispered to each other,
and their tOpmOst branches waved q
gentle welcome to the scarcely felt
breeze that stirred the leaves. The
picnic party broke into groups after
dinner the groups into pairs each
the Others not 10 go too
far, as there was q storm brewing.
Frank and Jesse did not wander
away. Escorted by AIgernOn and
Maggie TO a rustic seat above the
close to a tall and shelterlng
tree, they sat together while the more
of the party climbed
the tail rocks or wandered up the
lesping from stone to stone,
where assistance and much holding of
hands was q necessity.
Oh, ye Devon streams, for what are
ye not responsible ? How many hap
py faces ye have mirrOwed In your
sparkling waters
Frank and Jessie chstted for some
time on Indifferent subjects, until at
last she sighed deeply, and said half
absently
"Oh, how very sorry | shall be to
leave here! l have been so happy !"
Then she aided, suddenly: Every
one has been kind to meu'
81 am dreadfully sorry you must
CO." he said, with an answering sigh,
and, somehow, as he spoke, he knew
not hOw-hOW does it ever happen p
their hands touched his fingers
cIasped hers, and hers were not with
drawn. The train was fired
"Jessie, dearest JESSIE" he whis-
pered, "can you love me? Will you
be my wife ~
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