Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-07-16

10 give meP No, I win not ask any
thing now. Calm yourself, sweet child
rely upon me. / viii not say another
word, II Il distresses you like this"
al must speak" / cried with a des-
perate effort. " Harry, Harry, how can
you ask such things Of me, when you
know that you can never care for any
body again ~ you did for SusieP"
~ know" he answered
"When you know that am no more
10 be compared to her than this little
common flower at my feet is 10 be com
pared 10 an exquisite hslf-blown rose,
petal after petal laden with sweetness,
down 10 its secret golden hearth"
" Yes" he answered, picking the lit
| tie common flower and holding Il 10 his
lips. cit Is not the rose. Bat II is
heart's-oase. IL has It's own mission, It's
own perfume"
"And do not speak Of Bardie, " / cried,
more passionately than ever. ado not
tempt me with him. / wish he and
could 90 away together 10 some secret
place, and could have him always"
"Dear, you may have him always.
No other woman ever shall.n
A long pause ensued. 1 determined
to grow calmer before speaking again.
It was so hushed that we could hear the
stirring of some little rabbit in the bushes
behind. He looked at me entreatingly.
shook my head.
"No, no, Harry; do not ask me, do
not tempt me. am not much Of girl,
1 know, but 1 am worth more than that
ought to be first in the mans heart
who marries me. No, do not speak
You know l can not be first with you,
and so can not marry you. Oh, dear ~
/ sighed, "there is nobody on earth with
whom l am first, nobody who loves me
, best of all.n
The stirring of the rabbit became vic
lently excited, and, with great crush.
ing of leaves and parting Of branches
' and rending of little blouse, Bardie tore
himself from his lair, and flung himself
npOn me. " Yes, yes, my darling
, Nora" he cried, with tears, kissing my
D head and face and hands, "I love yor
| the best of all, my own Moral wan
t you. Go away, papa. Marry me
marry Bardle, Nora dearln and h,
threw his arms around me and burieC
( his head in my neck.
Q "Yes, Nora" cried Harry, claspinj
o his arms round us both, "marry Bardie
G marry us both. We do want you; W,
can't possibly live without you. Their
t is nobody on earth, there never will be
: whom we love half so well. Sweet Nora
say yes, and make Bardie and me per
D fectly happy"
l. They had conquered. My hear
yielded to both father and child, and
1 made a full surrender, with my head o
Harry's shoulder, and my arms aroun
. his child, and my tears all kissed away
c and wonderful sense of home and be
!, longings, and fullness and content
2 glowed through and through me, and
Y felt as if Susie's smile came down in tn
|, sunbeam, irradiating the whole scene
n and blessing the new part l was to TAX
q in the lives which her death had lei
It wrecked and stranded.
Aunt Urania came to meet us as "
returned to the farmhouse, putting o
d her spectacles of discovery as she cam'
9 But it needed no glasses to see what ha
d happened. Dewy eyes, dishevele
: tresses, happy agitated faces, told til
1 whole story, even without the help {
- the ecstatic child in a wofully torn blou'
d growing over his victory, and hard
1t waiting to get within ear-shot before b.
l, traying the secret in his clear hig
e voice:
s. "She's going to marry me, Miss ScuC
IS dymore; she promised she would.
IS And then, as an after-thought, he az
t, ded, "Oh, and papa too."-HaTper
3, Bdzar.