The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-04-13

Inhaled the perfume or lew momebuS anu
| then nseed them In the bosom OF her dress.
aOb, what lovely roses l. she cried. THANK
Il Won % much Mi. CarsonF'
"Now, dear let me escort you," said Mag
gle II see your invaluable Barton has Al
ready got your luggage ashore. This way
"Algy, you and ! must follow as we cannot
| lead" said Frank, as he took his friend'sarm
II say" he whispered what beautiful
h ns n ia ase e I'D fG soW ss IL 81 You ~
mot l., replied his friend, I'm not equal
to goddess like Miss Hambyn. BESIDES,
you know" He stopped suddenly, remem-
berl W Ma sasis caution ,haa nonr mind me-
said Frank.
"Oh, dear, no; tho fact Is, I'm rather sweet
on some one else you see. She was Delighted
with those roses, | can tell you. What
thoughtful fellow you arel never can do
those pretty things
"Then, friend Ailgy, take lesson now and
| q rose next time"
They all drove rapidly back to the rectory.
i Mr. Denne met them Oh the steps.
"Wecome to Wittleslelgh." he exclaimed
| In his cherry voice. "Jessie, my dear, am
| delighted to SEQ you. Come In and press
| ing d fatherly kiss on the wide forehead, he
led his beautiful visitor Into the drawing
room.
Luncheon Is ready" he said. 80 when
4 YOU young ladies have exchanged condolences
we will sit down. Do not be too long, DEAR"
he added to his daughter
I'VE shall be ready In minute papa"
laughing: But do not forget get i brseakfassted
at seven this morning"
Massiei fancy his taxing the trouble es e e
gather these lovely roses l wish l could
see them,' she added with sigh. But
| Maggie, dear, what do you think one doc
tor in London told papa that perhaps might
1 1otr INV .ff n h.r,a hD
is right. He wanted to galvanize me, or
somethingH'
"Of course he is right, dear; he never would
have been SO cruel. He could not have held
out hopes IL he were not quite sureH
"Oh, Maggie fancy Just fancy being able
to see the sea, the sky, the flowers, and you,
you, darling, once again. But 1t is too good
to be true. 1t is quite mpossible!" weary
sigh closed the sentence.
mot impossible. dear So let us hope for
the best. Hope and pray and trust In Gods
mercy"
Jessie bent down and kissed her kind friend,
and then the two girls had good cry to-
gether.
} Nearly two months passed away and still
the party at Wlttlesegh 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 ATTITUDES ripens with
the strawberries, and comes as natural as
cream SO the young couples at the rectory
paired off almost nnconsclously. Such an
Maggie Denne was not surprising, for they
had been acquainted from childhood. Mrs
Vernon and The late Mrs. Denne had been
leeheelfellewa They had never severed the
natural. than that the affection entertained by
the parent should descend To the childreni
At any rate, Algy was deeply in love with
, the pretty Maggie, and she. though not Sc
~.
: friend very nice indeed, and II the truth was
t told. preferred him to all her numerous adj
mrers.
But Frank Carson and Jennie Hamblyn had
no such excuse. Yet the influence Of The
DevonShire air was such az to kindle spark
which showed symptoms of bursting out
p, into very decided flame indeed The train
of sympathy was laid, 1t required but that
Q spark to be applied toit, and then the barriers
Q OF prudence would give, way before the ex,
each other, 90 did Frank and Maggie, and
. the numerous excursions and picnics Ia
l which they passed the afternoons only
. served to rivet their bonds closer.
y One sultry afternoon last excursion was
planned to the Fairy Glen. The party had
been increased on this occasion by three
9 couples from O. neghboring parish, and de-
spite the threatening appearance OF certain
huge masses Of cloud, the expedition started.
!, The romantic spot which Maggie-no mean
! afternoon meal was one Of those lovely bits
of landscape SO familiar to many Of us. A
brawling stream makes its sparkling way
amidst moss-covered boulders, over pebbly
beneath its banks Then gliding calmly into
an unruffled pool, 1t lazily creeps beneath a
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 in it's pride of high
! birth In yonder hills, takes no heed of the
narrow passage till ere IL ID aware, 1t ID
caught lii a rapid and hurried over the cas-
cade to the sea, where 1t Is lost forever.
Such were the features of the woodland
, dining-room on that evantful day-a day
never to be forgotten by any member Of that
merry party.
The cloth was soon laid beside the stream,
and when all was ready full justice was done
tered growl or subdued roll was heard over
the hills but the suggestion of thunder ewas
met by the reply that the sound was merely
the echoes of the blasting operations In the
i quarres or the rafting of the trucks on the
neighboring tramway.
The air got more and more sultry, and even
the insects seemed to sleep. The trees whis-
, pered to each other, and their topmost
branches waved gentle welcome to the
, scarcely felt breeze that stirred the leaves.
, The picnic party broke into groups after din
, ner; the groups into pairs, each cautioning
the others not to 60 too far, as there was a
, | SlOTu DEbWlHk. TIhDh dLl jessie ulu LOU
. wander away. Escorted by Algernon and
Maggie to a rustic seat above the stream,
close to tall and sheltering tree, they sat
!. together while the more venturesome of the
party climbed the tall rocks or wandered up
the stream, leaping from stone to stone,
where assistance and much holding of hands
was a necessity.
Oh, ye Devon streams, for what are We not
responsible? How many happy faces We have
mirrored in your sparkling waters.
Frank and Jessie chatted 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! I have been SO happyi" Then she
| added suddenly: Every one has been so very
kind to me!'
II am dreadfully sorry you must 60" he
said with an answering sigh, and, somehow,
as he spoke, we know not how-how does it
ever happen-their hands touched; his fingers
clasped hers and hers were not withdrawn
The train was fired? Jessie, dearest Jessie, =
he whispered, can you love me?' Will you
he m vife2"