Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1879-08-07
Trust and Love.


ed event creates quite a commotion in ouI
hitherto quiet household My mother says,
''What can do without your" And my
dear father, whose dark hair begins to be
spunkled with silver, says mournfully, Il
cannot spare my Caroline, though think
he is secretly pleased that his pet Garry
is to have such noble husband after all
My roguiSh brother Tom goes about the
house singing
Thenel 4 nogOoSe. however gray, but soon or late
SheHnnnd some honest gAnder Tor her mate
And I-all this seems very strange to me.
i cannot realise it that the bridal dress of
snowy stain, with the gossamer veil and
wreath OF orange flowers, can be for plain
Caroline Hudson. But the strangest of all
Is that / am TO marry John Grant-John
Grant whom learned to love years ago.
bun nj thoughts of whom strove to put
far frm me
Ii Is six years now since that morning in
early summer, when we walked together
through the green wood, the leaves stirred
by gentle wind, and the birds singing
their morning songs. We were a little
apart from the rest of our party, and when
we had gathered our hands full of wild
flowers that were scattered in profusion at
cur feet, we set down upon felled oak TO
wait for them was happy on that June
morning, as i sat on that old tree by the
side on John Grant while he wreathed the
buds and blossoms and the green leafes of
the trading convolvulOns among the braids
-. of my brown hair
We did not talk much tllqt morning, and
We had sat in silence several moments,
when John suddenly said, Caroline, /
TiEnnf to ten YOU something" IL was not
The words that made my heart beat so and
fhe hot blood rush 20 my cheeks and fore
head for we had known each other for
long time, and ne had often made a conf
dAnt OF me-but il was the low tone, full
Of new and strange tenderness, that thrilled
mv whole being. / do not know, but per-
haps my voice trembled little, as said,
We'll what is it, John 2" 'Cany, dear, /"
-bHt the sentence was not finished-iust then
the rest OF the party made their appearance,
and eifecfually made an end to all conf
DENTAL conversation.
The next day John Grant left Tunbridge
ON business, which required his presence in
Devonshire fm several weeks. / did not
see him for some time after his return, and
when he called at last, there was a some
thing uncefnable in his manner; but yet a
change. a restraint, which told me that
those words once on his lips would not be
-apDken
Months came and went, and again he left
home ostensibly for business, bat it was ru-
nored that beautiful young girl at Ferny
Ccombes, whose acquaintance he had made,
was the real cause of his frequent visits to
Devonshire
In little while It was said, and upon
good authority, that John Grant was en-
gagged to be married to Mary Heating; and
= - Il.
and very beautiful. Never till then, till
knew he was to marry another, was the Sc
cret OF my own heart revealed to me; but
+. then know how | had loved him-lfow
all hope, all joy, all earthly happiness, was
centered in him-even now shudder when
I think of that time, when life seemed
such heavy burden, and longed for
time TO lay it down in the grave but
could not; a thorny path opened before
me, and | was to walk in it. --
John Grant returned TO Tunbridge soon
after his engagement and in few weeks
Mary Heating came to Elm Wood, on a
visit to his sister. Soon after her arrival
was invited TO party given during her
say. dreaded to go, and yet | could not
Z stay away; how plain looked as l stood
before my dressing glass that night, IN a
plain silk, with few scarlet verbenas had
said once they contrasted well with my
dark haira was early, and of al the girls
in Jfhe room Mary .Keating was the most
Y lovely LIDO not wonder he loved you,
y Mary; YOU were beautiful, as you came
sfloating into the room, in dress of light
-Fmuslin, your golden curls falling over your
!. sweet childish face, and your blue eyes
running over with happiness, and he-but
dared not look at him long, for was not
very strong.
In the course of the evening was in
3 troduced to her; and strange as it was,
iron that moment she seemed to cling TO
] me She was child in artlessness and
soon commenced talking of ttJohf. asking
III knew him. etc ttHow strange he never
mentioned you-he told me of so many of
his friends John-John, y she called as
ne passed us, why didn't you tell me
about Miss Hudsong-you spoke Of SO ma
NY UtheFss Our eyes met for an instant,
and then l said pitying his embarrassment,
<sHe has SO many friends, it isn't at all
~ Singular that he should have forgotten one. +"
But Y knew then, as do now that he had
not forgotten me"