The Northern Pacific farmer., 1881-11-17

son. Il should like to adopt her, Mark
hanl" said she.
"Do you really Ike her so much?"
More than eau tell," Mrs. Pinkard an
swered. ferve ntly.
"Well, then" said the manager, you
will be glad to hear that asked her yester-
day evening to be my wifel'
"Oh, Markham!'
''And ehe said-yes!'
The old lady burst into tears.
Il am very, very glad" said she, "for
now shall have her always!"
So little Cissy-:' Mademoiselle Celine,
as they had it in the bills'-never danced
again. The grave, silent bud of her elrlish
beauty has blossomed now into the perfect
ro' Of q household angel.
''But never expected" says she. when
I came t., Mr. Pinkard with that note from
Simpson & Co. that I should ever be his
wife!"
Nor I. neither" says her husband; for
it took long time for my blind, blunder-
ing eyes to find out that you were such q
pearl of price, my little Cissy
Gathering Sweet Brier After Five Years.
All the air was fragrant with sweet brier,
and the pale blossoms shone like stars
in the dark green bower made by the foli-
age. Standing in the bower. her dark curls
brushed by the trailing branches, and her
hands listlessly plucking the starry BIOS
SONS. WAS Amy Lud sick, pretty young
lass. Her hlushing brown eyes were uow din
with unshed tears, and Grant Burchard. at
distance. studied the rural picture and
smiled. It was nlanlike to smile, y hen he
knew from her li>tless dreamy air she. was
thinking of the absent; and he could have
testified on oath that absent one was he. It
was ma like to smile when he noted the
unwot'ted quiver OF laughing, ruby lips. and
the unusual dewyne of sparkling, dancing
ewes, and Was confident, as of his existence,
that thoughts of him had robbed the lips
IF their steadiness, and the eyes of their
flashing brilliancy; and he was right. You
would have known it by the unspoken glad
ness that shown ont of the dark, saucy face,
as Grant Bnrchard came in sight, softly
humming Home, Sweet Home.
Il don't believe word of it. she said,
saucily. as he entered the bower and tied
the sweet briar III knots about her head and
shoulders.
Don't believe what, you little atheist?"
he as ed, playlully. Don't believe that
you are my prisoner, and that may be a
cluel master, demanding penance for all
the sins you ever committed?"
II don't believe that song she answer
ed. little sadly. "You sing Home. Sweet
Home and act as if You were delighted to
get out in the broad world.
Amy" (and the manly tones spoke with
slight reproachfulness), you know love
my home, and"
He paused and showered tie white BIOS
1ooIiro spt1 ha~ nv
saddened eyes.
Il may not say it," he added. your
father thinks he is a wise man, and has
country place. I know that life has better
work than Can be done here. My energies
are cramped aud my powers are sadly lin
tied. The opportunity offered me for trav-
ell and improvement is a rare one. and
may not cast it away. 1t is realization of
golden dream, and when return will
realize another, and confound your fathers
fears!"
He held her pinioned with the eglantine
fetters, but she tore them hurrieoly away,
saying:
simple girl like me, and my father wishes
to spare me future pain in forbidding
further intimacy until we know ourselves
as years of separation will prove US. That
separation he insists must be entire. We
can not even write, Grant"
"But we can think. and love, and wait. {"
was the hopeful answer. "Touder comes
yonr cousin Alice. I would say, plague
take her! only she looks wonderously like
you. d-bye, Amy"
And the strong man kissed her trembling
lips and was gone.
Poor Amy! She was only sixteen, and
not much of o philosopher. So thought
her father. as he watched the sad face
moving about uneasily. He changed his
opinion wien she knelt on the stool at his
side and inquired:
''Pa. can I go away to SCHOOL,"
"You 20 to SCHOOL," he exclaimed. Il
thought you hated school?'
NO. she answered, gravely, II never
hated it, and my teacher said would make
a good student if cared less for fun. I
mo q real ignoramus. pa"
did Grant tell YOU so, Amy2"
No, pa," answered the blushing girl.
He so,ne times corrected my grammar but
he thinks know more than I do. Even
now he talks of subjects Cannot under
stand. He is going ont to learn and i'm
prove continually, and if I settle down to
my old fun and Incidence he will indeed
despise me when he returns. 1love Grant,
aud want to make mvself worthy of him.
He will become accustomed to the society
of polished women, and will seem utterly
devoid of polish. You are wealthy, pa,
but I would prefer education to money.
And Amy" said the old man, tearfu lv,
when you become lady perhaps you will
despise the awkward, old blunderiug farm
er. l have heard of such things"
."Oh, pa, Aunt Hastings is true lady,
and she honors you as your daughter al
ways must, said Amy, winding her arms
around the neck of her doting father.
well. child write to your aunt to find
you good school in the city. She will
be good model for you. Amy. child. il
it were necessary would make you lady
that on :ght win Grants love even if il
lead You 10 despise me. Will Grant Bur.
chard ever love you better than that, think
you?"
It. was question that stirred the depths
of Amy Ludwick's loving heart, and KEEP
her faithful to her filial duty.
Five years later two gentlemen of polished
manners and easy address sat talking in .
New York hotel. Some controverted poin
had held them in earnest debate for lcn(
| "A0s Ous ~ AoASsA eu0 oAuo1 VI SA0 w,
arose, saying:
Grant Burchard, like your devotion Il
the memory of this country girl. It show
how tue friend you Can be. But, IN thi
case. believe you are preparing for your
self cruel disappointment"
Grant Burchard was only half listening
After five years spent in foreign land, b
was still dreaming of the young girl in th
eRlantine bower, and replied as before:
If find Amy Ludwick as when lei
her, will make her my bride.
"You can not find her as you left her,
said his friend, earnestly. Here is Ralp
Emerys watch against Grant Burchard's ha
that she is already welded to some neigh
BORING farmer, and that you will fail t
recognize your ideal Amy in the dump
and illiterate housewife. If she has no
married, you will probably wish she had
for, dur1ng these five years vou have bee
adding to your store of knowledge, and nm
consciously gaining tste for higher pur
suits and companionship. If this girl ha
not gained, you will find she has lost he
youth, her simplicity, and all that nativ
freshness you so much admire. You shak
your head doubtingly, eh? 'Ephraim i
joined to his idols; let him alone Seein
| n heliavino howevnr With anch a hear