Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1879-05-29

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back among the cushions.
"Oh, / don't know--the Net
tleville road, l suppose"
Eugene's eyes frightened, the
color rose to his thin checks.
! 81 should like to go as far as
the old place." he said. II have
not seen it for a year,
"Just as you like ;" said Kate,
chuckling inwardly. &C ON c
up, Elfn! What are you about,
you lazy little villain? Yes, we
Will go to the old place. .
How his eyes sparkled as they
swept along under the dropping
tresses of the superb old elms
that covered the road! How he
started when the first tinkle of
the little cascade under the hill
fell on his ear.
at is like a DREAM" said he.
"Alas! but the waking will have
to come"
'Does it look as you expect
ed?" Kate asked, as she check
ed her ponies in front of the
wide, old-fashioned porch, where
the honeysuckles were putting
out buds of green leaves, and
hyacinths blossomed along the
borders.
at is not changed" said he
moodily. ''The change is in me-"
Kate sprang from the phaeton.
"Come in," said she. He on
ly shrank back.
"I-I would rather not. l do
not wish to intrude," he said.
"But you will not intrude," !"
cried Kate. "See, the old rooms
are waiting for you"
Reluctantly, yet willingly, he
came forward into the old sit
ting-room where he had played
as child. The sunshine stream
ed through the little panes of
the south windows; the wood
fire blazed and cracked on the
hearth.
Eugene sat down before the
blaze. Kate watched him with
eyes full of tears and changing
color.
Of | could only die nowp' he
said. "Kate, you should not
have brought me here. You
meant well, | know, but it was
mistaken kindness. For now,
you see," he added, with shud-
der, sit will be so hard to go
back again to the cutters and
blocks Of wood, and the dark,
dingy little room in the city"
"But you need not go backp
Kate cried, half sinking on her
knees at his side. Eugene, it
is yours"
"Mine?'' he echoed vaguely.
81 have bought it from Mr..
Noakes. ] have given it to
you" she faltered.
81 can not take it," he said
haughtily. 81 can accept no
favors."
"Not from me, Eugene?"
''From no one, Kate. Unless,
indeed-but that, Of course, is
entirely out of the question:"
"What is out Of the question?
DO you mean"
Kate blushed scarlet as all of
a sudden she comprehended the
significance of his eyes.
"Kate,' he said, taking cour-
age, "Shall it. be an exchange?
If | take the old place from you,
will you take me in return? Do
you love me, Kate?
'I-I don't know" faltered
the self-possessed little heiress,
losing all her dignity and pres
ence of mind. "Oh, Eugene,
won't you take it?"
"Won't you take me, Kate?"
he persisted. 81 have not long
to live, / know"
"But you must live!" Kate
burst forth. II can't let YOU go,
Eugene! ] can not do without
you!'
And before Miss Emery fairly
knew it, she was engaged to a
Ipenniless, consumptive young
wood engraver-she, the heiress,
for whom her friends were antic-
ipating such an impossibly grand
alliance.
care you happy, Kate?" the
young man whispered.
ooh, so Happy" she answered,
scarcely daring to look into his
eyes.
And they were married. Eu-
gene Neville never was strong
again, but he did not die. Kate
looked after that.
'.For I've no idea of being left
a widow" She said gayly.
He who spends all he gets is
on the high road to beggary.