Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1879-11-27
One Summers Harvest.

A sinking sun-a Girl standing at the
farmhouse gale. halhed in that suns diving
glo-E- the deep blue ewes. frinSed bv their
leT-v lahheS. eager and expeclant, the red
lITss cITrvinC in : glad happy smile, as her
eET catches the far OF echo Of we'll known
ser, and one reads again the old. old story
which seems 80 new 10 every heart that
learns is pages
Neg Ethel Msyne was not one to wear
her hears upon her sleeve; but neither had
ETnesl NelwOOd lived his thirty wears in
VAIN 4 month before. fortified bv let
tg- o[ Introduction 10 the squire, one of his
fathers college friends who. since the
dearh q hrs Young wife had buried himself
In tins COUNTY, life, he had come among
Shcm u regain strength 10 recover from a
severe fever, whose victim he had we'll
uirh bec0me.
He had bern received by Mr. Mayne
with courteous hospitality. but when his
daughter WAS formally presented, when
frs ms ewes dwclt upon the wonderful
beauty. which had sprung into such perfec-
rian far from the city's din. all thoughts of
sssHst5 zn6 county dullneSs fed
- she dzvs went on. scarce noted by the
man q the world, watching this new vet
odd development Of a girls heart; TO her,
rNSsinr with the swiftness of thought, IN
listening n the melody Of one voice, and
drinking Ia the dangerous sweetness of his
smiles
An the old st0-y indeed
Whv should he not pluck this little vio-
lex. which had shed It's Tich perfume at
his feet ~ well as the priceless exotic
which. when the leaves had turned TO
brown. he was 70 Gull for his oEnl
- subtle sweetness crept into his tone
he dark syes grew strangely soft, n draw
ing nesr, he clssPed the tiny hand laid so
eonhdingly IN ms Owl, and looked into the
aZure-1inred ewes upraised 10 his
Were YOU waiting for me Ethell''
<.Ah- Encst, the days are long without
YOU
What VIII YOU do when / have gomez
@s90nel~ And the color died out of
check and lips. leaving an ashv paleness as
she said- with faint smile ''You are play
ing with me Ernest You would not
leave me-"
cz-Ty voEr sweet beauty with me, where
ever I may 20"
''But you are coming back? You are
not gong for long,"
Il trust not
And for moment the girls peerless
beauty made the man waver in his ale
giance 10 the haughiy summons received
thai dav from his betrothed.
Had he known this girl beside him was
the owner Of as many thousands as the
heiress whose hand he considered essential
tothe fur1hering of his other schemes the
summer harvest would have born different
fruit
In no measured words had he asked
Ethel Msyre 20 be his wife: but in her
Young trusting innocence, when from her
lips he had snatched their first sweetness,
while her ears caught his vows of love, in
the singular fascination of his presence and
tho keen sulItlety OF his words, she had no
other thought and she now looked in his
face with a wondering hesitancy, while a
hand Of iron seemed cluiching at her
heart
sYou trust not What do YOU mean,
ErRests" and there was naughty ring in
the tone new 10 the mans ear-new TO her
self. but born of her suffering. care you
oi M back TO forget me? If so can bear
II,
Forget YOU. dzrlingl Forget the little
violet whose wItching sweetness has lent
my summer all its charm? No, no, Trust
me. little one. / viii Of course come back
Let me sec the color in your check again.
DO not make my going harder, by this sad
face on our last evening. YOu will write
To me-"
yes your letters are al have to live
upon-all the promise | shall know of the
future Ernest, / fear that gay world to
which you return; but why should | fear,
an6 YOU SO brave, 80 trus?"
~%Fesr nothing darling, and believe me,
whatever comes, there is naught ON earth
I have ever loved SO well "
And. for once in his false life the man
spoke the trutli
Three months sped by-months which to
Ethel Mayne had seemed years. The
nromiscd letters had been strangely cold,
lrrea1hing nothing of that promise to return
rill expectancy died away, and when with
N strange rrescience of future ILL., she in
her wou1n's pride sent no reply, there
came one more 3ender, more pressing, she
detscte6 the false ring in its pages, and was
silent
But her country life seemed dull and
aimless, and the squire noting her pale