The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1880-09-16
only little child in those days, you will

only little child in those days, you will
remember"
"Well then 1 am to understand the
only serious effect then was to destroy
any germ OF affection which might spring
up in after years.
"Well, perhaps; l believe you al
ways did possess the faculty of tracing
things down to IA fine point"
"Where is he ?" inquired. "Do YOU
know anything of him ?"
Z" L have heard nothing for long
time. He used to write to me occasion.
ally in my childhood days. and once
when in tho city had the audacity to
call, us my uncle expressed 1t, of which
fact was not informed for some time
after. Then my uncle told me that he
thought it best that our acquaintance
should end, and, presume, gave him to
understand the same, as l have never
received any letters since. He is now
editing a country newspaper somewhere
in the West, believe, and | OCCASION
ally find articles from his pen in our
leading scientific journals, which even
uncle is forced to admit are very fine.
But come, my dear ; if we go to church
this morning we must hasten our pre-
parations."
In few moments was ready, wait
ing for Ethel, who, i'll her navy blue
silk, velvet cloak, ermines, and jaunty
hat with its long. waving white plume,
was indeed n fair picture to look upon,
as she caught up the long train of her
elegant dress, preparatory to starting.
Little we thought of the disaster that
was to befall that same train ere our
return.
When service was over we started
home in great hurry, as it was very
late. | had just landed safely ON the
other side of the crowded street when,
hearing terrific whoa from the car
driver, | turned just in time to see Ethel
caught from under the very horses feet.
She had hurriedly crossed the track just
in front of the car when her dress caught
and jerked her back, and i'll another
moment she would have been trampled
under the horses had not strong arm
caught her while the car passed on, taxi
ing almost the whole of the soft, SHIN
mering train with it, And, as soon as
Ethel was released, / was surprised to
see her turn and ioyfully extend both
hands to the stranger who had so gal
lantly rescued her. Retaining one of
the hands, he placed it III his arm, and
III Il moment they were beside me. A
glance ut her escort assured me that he
was no other than the subject of our
morning discussion. Of course we took
possession of our old friend. and, calling
carriage, were soon safely deposited ut
home 1t was, indeed, happy little
party that gathered around the dinner
table that day. Even Ethel's naughty
uncle was very gracious and grateful,
and gave our friend warm welcome.
ALI, II merry party we were that evening
Ethel, Eugene, Harry and las we
sat in the warm glow of the bright CRATE
fire, whose Pickering light we would not
suffer dimmed by lighted gas how we
laughed, chartered, and finally drifted
back to the days of yore. A regular ex-
perience meeting we had, each relating
his or her own varied fortune. But
another story | read in the eyes of our
Hlcllu Eugene hs sllppeu away, sool
followed by Harry, who found his pres
ence sadly ignored.
That old, old story, which | afterward
learned he had come from his far West
ern home to tell to the blue-eyed Ethel,
whose image his heart had ever held
and few weeks later [ stood beside my
friend that snow-clad Christmas morn
ing in the softly-lighted parIor, fragrant
with the breath Of the lovely white bios
SONS peeping out from every niche, and
nestled down among the holly and ever
green, silent witnesses of that short, i'm
pressive ceremony which gave Eugene
and Ethel back to each other after the
many days when each had thought the
other lost. -CHicaQO Lecturer.