The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1880-12-30

not love me, and my heart was JUS
breaking"
Poor little Eileen!'' Yves pattec
the hand that rested on his arm. "And
if"-his voice changed-''1f-I mean
suppose did not love you, would
you be very triste, Eileen?'
She turned pale; all the sunshine
faded out of her sweet eyes, and she
darted rapid glance at him-a glance
so full of anguish and terror, that in
voluntarily Yves pressed his arm close
to his side and drew Eileen's hand
farther within it.
Il should have died." she said SIM
ply; 'for indeed it seemed such dis
grace to love where | was not loved in
return"
Anew light burst on Yves's dis
tracted soul.
This then had caused Eileen's pale
sad looks and her avoidance of HIM
self. A quick revulsion Of feeling
mastered him. How could he be such
monster Of ingratitude! He owed
everything he possessed to Eileen and
her father. Without them he must
have starved; for the letter to the
clockmaker was his last resource.
When he reached Bristol he had spent
almost his last SOU, and he knew no
one in the town; and in return for all
they had done he had nearly broken
this sweet girls heart by his GOODNESS.
What VILLAIN he was!
Il cannot BEAR he said in his bro
ken way, ''that I have made you un-
happy, my dear; but you are happy
now, Eileen?"
Il must be happy if you love me-"
and flood of warm, trusting love
seemed to shed itself over him out of
Eileen's sweet eyes.
They had reached the river, and had
wandered beside it to sequestered
nook among the rocks; there was no
one near them. Yves bent down and
kissed her, and as her lips met his, for
the moment Liszen was quite forgot
ten. and he clasped Eileen in his arms
with fervor that quieted some doubts
that still tormented her. Yves loved
her; she was sure Of it now. Hence
forth her life must be given up to his
happiness.
Before they left the river the sun
was setting, identifying and bringing
into relief every bit of color in the
lovely SCI ne; the deep woods opposite.
the rosy-hued rock beside which they
walked, and the bright river flowing
into the sea.
They were quite surprised to see
how the light had faded when they
reached the town again.
Mr.. Smith stood at the shop-door
for them, he saw at once
the change that had come over the
Young Breton, and he laughed heart
lily.
Didn't | tell We Eileen would soon
settle your scruples, me boy? Go in
go in-both of ye; the tay's been
waitin' this hour or more; folks can't
live on love, Yves"
When they were saying goodnight.
her father asked Eileen if she had fix
ed the wedding-day.
Eileen blushed and shook her head
There's no need for hurry" she
said; 1--WE are very happy, father
so are the butterflies till winter
comes, and then the first cold kills
them" Her father turned to Yves.
Il have got to make fresh will, me
boy, and the articles of partnership
must be got ready, and it would save
some after-throuble if We were mar
ried first. Why not this day month?
What say YEP"
Yves was looking at Eileen, and he
saw her turn pale as she met his sad
eyes. He summoned a smile hastily
and nodded at the clockmaker. 81
am ready" he said, IF Eileen is ready
also"
Mr.. Smith smiled at his broken
words. THE least said, the soonest
mended," he said; $50, Eileen, you
must get your rig ready, and we'll get
the matter settled, me honey"
Yves went up to his room in the
front of the house in sort Of trance.
Was this all real that had been hap
pening? he asked himself; or was it a
vision like those that sometimes took
him back to his old home, and from
which he walked so painfully?
He sat down on his bed to think.
Would it be painful to wake from this
dream? he wondered. The thought of
Liszen and her loving trust in him
came back and blotted out all other
feelings: it seemed to Yves that she
stood there beside him, her face full
of sad reproach, but he forced himself
away fl, m this contemplation. If he
refused Eileen, he must also give up
his present employment, and to Yves