Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-03-30
LOVE rs LOVE FOR EVERMORE...
BY MARGARET.

Tho person whom he addressed wa,
only little country girl, and during
these perilously sweet days that Guy
Meredith had spent in the old farm house
Christie North had become used t.
amusing the handsome young fellow
He had been attracted to this quie,
village that lay nesting between the hills
by the trouting, of which he was passion.
ately fond; land when Mrs. North, widow
and Christie s mother, was asked for one
of the cool, old-fashioned rooms and a
daily lunch. she consented to the plan
which was toPlace many welcome dollars
in the family purse. To her mother,
Christie was a child, and, little thinking
that the dark-eyed stranger was to effect
her daughters happiness in any way, the
good woman sent the young people out,
day after day, with fishing tackle, lunch
basket and book. The book was super
fluffy, however, for Guy Meredith liked
far better to talk to the girl, looking into
her innocently babyisn face the while.
Having spent seventeen years Of her life
In the little village where she was born,
Christie North knew little of the world
outside, and when the enthusiastic young
fellow described in glowing language the
beautiful places he had visited, she
"1istened while a. pleased surprise
Looked from her leng-lashed hazel eyes,"
To-day was like the other days which
they had spent together, but shadow
seemed to fallover them as they sat there,
the girl with an anxious look on her love-
ly face.
II don't feel like amusing any one Just
now, Guy" she said. II wish you would
tell me why you have been so quiet all
the day long; you have hardly spoken to
me for the last two hours"
Guy Meredith laughed a little ner-
vously, and pulling the petals from a
daisy, one by one, he answered, abruptly,
"l'm going away to-morr,w."
''Going awayE' echoed the girl, catch
Ing her breath as she spoke.
Eyes received a letterform my moth
er last night, by which she informed
me that she and my cousin, Kate Math-
erson, are awaiting me at Newport, from
whence we are to 60 home together. 1
am to be married to Kate next month.
me SqR f}ie oRrsteS he %a
thinking that the sweet face had never
seemed quite SO lovely before.
"While we have been talking, Mr..
Meredith, the sun has gone down, and
mother will be anxious about u.s." an
swered the girl; and, without glance at
her companion, she swept the daisies
from her lap and walked hastily toward
the house.
The young man gathered up the book,
basket and lines, and was about to join
her, but she was already beyond call,
and with sigh he walked slowly across
the meadow.
"Christie had a headache, and didn't
feel like coming down stairs" Mrs. North
told Meredith that nj ght; but the next
morning she came down to breakfast,
and after Meredith had taken her moth
er's hand, she extended her own, with a
quiet "Good-by, Mr.. Meredith" and thus
they parted.
That night John March called. For
six months Christie had worn on her
hand little circlet of gold, that meant
far more to John March than his large
farm with its broad acres. To the May
vile people John March was common
friend to whom all might 60 for help and
sympathy, and they never failed to find
it. All the little babies held out their
little arms to be gathered in his great,
strong ones, and to the children he was a
Kriss Kringle who stayed with them all
the year round.
Was it any wonder that when this
man asked Christie to be his wife, she
gave the promise and accepted her fate
at his hands? Since her babyhood she
| had been taught to regard John March
as the embodiment of manly virtue and
goodness, and it had been no hard mat
ter to feel that her future life was to be
spent with him; but as for Analysing it.
the child had not thought of it until
Meredith came.
John March had quietly watched the
two through the long summer days, feel
ing that his hearts treasure was slipping
away from him, but treating Christie
with the same gentleness and Difference
that he had ever given her.
"John," said Christie, that night, 81
must not wear this any longer" pointing
to the tiny ring which lay in her hand,
and holding it out to him.
"Why, Christie?"
because I don't love YOU"
''That pains me dear; don't say il
again, please" answered the man, as he
took the little cold hands into his own
'sDo you think that have been so blind
these many days, child, that I haven't
seen your trouble? If l thought that il
would make you any happier to release
you from the promise you gave me last
! winter, 1 would not hesitate a moment
But, Christie, let me try to win your love
Trust your happiness in my keeping,
and, please God, you shall never regret
80 Christie put on the ring again, and
with it the responsibility which she had
been 50 anxious to lay aside.
Mrs. North was too busy during the
days that preceded the wedding to notice
her daughter particularly, but the girls
apparent Indifference to all matters con
corning the wedding surprised her.
When David North closed his eyes on
the weary world, his wife took up the
"burden of life again." and carried it
even better than her husband had done
Christie was not like her mother. She
had accepted the loving and petting that
had always been lavished upon her, as
the flowers take the sunshine, and, in.
| deed, she had received little else during
her life. But here was something that
Mrs. North could not understand, and
she soon became used to Christie's quiet
manner and pale face. John March re.
manned unchanged. Ever thoughtful TO,
the wants of others, and always very tend.
er with Christie, he prepared his home fol
his bride, and hid his trouble in his own
heart.
One beautiful October day, when the
trees had put on their gorgeous colors