The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-11-29
BEWITCHED.

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bowed YOU, ! would never try to stop
YOU from marrying him pa; You
don't know him IL do. dear. II
YOU could see and hear him Of an
evening, in the bar-roOm of the RED
Fox half intoxicated, and swearing
ever his bad luck, AZ billiards. YOU
would SOON lose this foolish fancy for
him. And he talks Of women. too. in
st shameful way! M man worth the
ssame would"
That is quite enough. George
Everett" exclaimed Serena Leigh,
who had been listening to the young
farmers lecture with i'll concealed i'm
patience. "If Colonel Chetwynd
amuses himself in such places. ia be
worse than you. BY your own ac-
<eun, you frequent them Yourself"
"Onl, since this fellow came here
IL hewitrh you. Serena said George.
his eyes full of beseeching love. IL
have watched him. but it was for
your sake. l wanted TO know who
aisu Wnat ne really II.
Never mind, George. / cannot
kear another word" said the dark.
bright young beauty. looking nervous
y towards pretty bower Of honey
buckles ut the lower end OF the farm
house garden, in which they stood
Il msy as we'll tell YOU at once that !
hive him with all nv heart, and tina;
have promised to marry him ON the
aay when my grandfather gives his
essnsent.'
esquire Leigh never will do that"
kegan George. He has always
wkhed you to marry me, Serena
And - oh, you know INV whole
heart has been fixed upon you ever
since We were little children playing
about this dear old farm together.
Serena"-he took her hand, and hi
blue eyes filled with tears-"I shall
die if you leave me. cannot live
without you" The girl flushed up
and seemed to hesitate.
She had loved George Everett.
Nay, she loved him now, although
she knew il not
The honevsuckles shook and rustled,
although there was not a breath of
wind stirring among the trees.
Serena's eye caught the movement,
sHd her color grew deeper still.
1T cannot be George she said.
sadly. Not for millions would !
stay here in Meadowlands. and vege-
tate on farm. This one has nearly
been the death Of me. and yours i
4uieter and duller yet. | must go
away must see the world. And he
can show it to me-"
She drew her hand away and ran
hack to the house before George
Everett could utter word.
After few momen's, he followed
her.
But he did no. enter the comfort
able square kitchen. where the hale
cid squire Was smoking his after
supper pipe.
He, George Everett, mounted his
fast grey mare. Peggotty. and rode !
swiftly over the forest road toward ,
the hillside farm which was his OWN. /
the farm to which he had hoped one /
day to bring the girl who had once |
admired and loved it, but who could |
emily speak Of it as "quieter and duller
yet" than the lovely green house
in which she herself was born.
From the chamber window, screened
by the muslin curtains, Serena
watched him out of sight.
For the last time.
She knew it we'll.
George Everett was proud. .
He would not kneei to sue for
love tina: was denied, no matter what
he might suffer through its loss.
He would come no more. !
For weeks Serena had said to her
eelf that she wished their tacit ell
ggagement broken
Now that was done, she sat down
and looked at Georges picture Oh the
wall, and cried rs if her heart would
break. l.
From the garden, from the honey
luckle bower, came the clear thrilling (
notes of bird-a call that she had
listened to many time during the
midsummer weeks just fed.
Now she heard it with a start of
fright.
Her tears ceased
Give kept him waiting SO long!
Will he be angry she thought, as l
she bathed her face and arranged her S
hair, ard tied the crimson ribbons
afresh that fastened the lace friils at q,
her throat and wrists.
She stole down the front stairs +,
softly. 1
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