Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1881-06-03

Tom Irving comes while Agnes is in the
parlor she says; ''Run up stairs, May:
that's a good girl" and when get to the
sitting-room I see Tracy Hill kissing ia.
ney, and he mutters: "There's that pest
of child again." and run into the kitch'
en-, and Molly and John Mccoy are there:
and I can't help seeing them ALL" she
added, piteously.
EXACTLY. And 1 think you are a very
sensible child to start your own fllrtations
Will you allow me to drive you to the
Point this afternoon. Miss Mariana" adj
ded, with my very best society bow.
"Thank you, dear Harry" she said,
with demure gravity. II will go with
pleasure"
So we commenced flirtations, and never
had any man more piquant lovely little
sweetheart than I, Harry Montgomery.
had, for the three years I remained at
Maxwell Station, the village in which the
Sterlings were leading people.
Mr.. Sterling and my father had been
friends for many years, and when 1 had
finished my law studies, Mr.. Sterling let
me know there was good opening for me
at Maxwell IS Station, and warm welcome
at his house, where Mrs. Sterling and the
three girls made me at once ''like one of
the family
My calf-love in its entirety and devotion
was given to Janey, until found she had
previous attachment. and was dolorous-
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erously came to the rescue.
"What a lovely time we do have, dear
Harry" she said to me, when we were pic
nicing in the woods; sail the girls think I
have the incest beau in the world. And
nobody guesses who it is who helps me with
my French and German and shows me all
about my Latin, and go up over their
heads because you make my lessons so
easy. It's not cheating if really study
all the same and do all my sums and exer-
cises myself, is it?''
"No," said, truthfully, for the chlld's
own eager thirst for knowledge. and hard
work gave me only the pleasure Of simply
flying some of her lessons and defining
some of the 'hard words.''
But when I had been nearly four years
at Maxwell's Station my father obtained
for me diplomatic appointment in Ger
many, and there was heart breaking
parting.
sit is not the drives and rides, and row.
ing and flowers and candies I'm crying
for" sobbed my little sweetheart, Though
Agnes pretends it is. It's because 1 am
going to lose you. You don't believe 1
love you just for those things, do you, dear
Harry"
'No. my little love.'' 1 said, II believe
you love me with all your pure young
heart!''
II do! do! You will come back
Eyes. but 1 shall find you grown up
lady with dozens of lovers"
"No. I'll have no other lover. If you
marry shall just die! And here is my
ivorytype and curl of my hair, and I
want yours"
I readily promised the exchange, and
went to Germany, the ivorytype and curl
set in locket-the face promising rare
beauty of the golden hair, brown eyed
type.
We correspondent, of course. At first
the correspondence ffourished, then it
lirew languld, finally died. 1 was en-
crossed with business and society; May
was working through school, through So
ciety and as a belle. Agnes and Janey
middle-aged matrons, left Marian the sole
home daughter, and society was exacting.
heard of her as brilliant beauty, a mus
ician of great talent, and bright, spark
ling conversaticnalst. tried to lit this
to my little sweetheart and failed. I had
lost my childish adorer.
But was not fond of society, nor devo-
ted to the duties of a cavalier. Perhaps
Janey had left too deep wound to heal,
though did not think so when, ten years
after our first meeting, found her with a
party of tourists ''doing Europe" loud
voiced, red-faced woman of fashion, who
had left three little children at home while
she displayed costly dresses and horrible
French and German abroad. Tracy evil
IDENTIFY preferred the society of the babies,
as he was not one of the travelling party.
"Marian!" she said, when 1 inquired for
all the home circle. ''Why Marian is in
London. Didn It you know about Marian?
All! Mrs. Agnes-good evening""
''Tell me-" entreated. "What about
Marian? Is she married."
''Bless me, no! Hasn't even beau, as
far as 1 know. May is so prim-cut out
for an old maid. And she III be worse than
ever now. Excuse me. Mrs. Maitland is
moving to the dressing room. and 60 in
her carriage. Good night. Do come and
see us" and her escort came up, and she
sailed away. 1t was not until ten min
utes later remembered that I had not
asked for her address or Marian's.
I tried to repair this commission the next
morning by visiting all the hotels and ex-
aiming their registers. The only result
was the assurance that the whole party
had left the city that morning.
But the fates favored me. I dropped
into nice legacy, quite sufficient for the
wants of family of modest wants, and I
determined to 60 to America, home! 1t
was year since had met Mrs. Hill in
Germany. Was Marian still in Europe?
My little sweetheart! Strange how she
had fingered always in my memory as the
ideal woman of my bachelor fancy?
determined to 60 to England, and accept
a long standing invitation to visit my
friend, Lord Loringer. at his place, Lor-
niger Hall. 1 met with most cordial
welcome, and arriving just before dim er
hour, Lord Loringer hurried his own pre-
partitions and came into the room assigned
to me.
''What good wind. he exclaimed, "blew
you into England?"
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