The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-10-25

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He stood up to go. He caught me IN
his arms, and was kissing me- lovinRlya
and tenderly, whenohis arms fell nerves.
less, as if with sudden shock. ] glanc-.
ed up at him He was looking 6xedly
at the window, his haggard eyes burn
ing, his face aglow with excitement.
ssShe was there--as moment agoIs /
saw her y be, gasped.' se; dli. ,,.I,ap.
Then he broke from me-. flung the
window open, and dashed out into tile
night. That was in December; this Isl
August, Ishad never seeu him since.
Next day I went all over the Marshes
on an exploring expedition. At ,the.
very top OF the house was little room,
something in the shape OF cnpola. aia
The first .hing that caught nv eye, on
entering, was curtain ofiefadel velvet
drawn across sort, Of alcoye. 4, ssss.ls
! went up and drew II, ,swiflly aside
Then started back with a little. quick,
estate crv. Upon a huge easel stood q
large picture. Itowas the life-size figure
ofra girl, so naturaklis alife-like, that
the very eyes seemed TO challenge me
even to the courtesy Of a"good morn;
ing
AT first I could only see pillows OF
some foamy, misty lace, the vivid fame
Of scarlet flowers, q, radiant, dazzling,
girlsh face. Then SLOWLY it took dis
tinct shape A figure in a soft, trans.
parent muslin, through which neck and
hcsom cleaned pearl white; q knot OF
fawers at her helt;a glow Of brilliant
color; q large faring hat, one, mass Of
delicate lace and costly plumes.
But. ali, the face that laughed out
from under it's exquisite shade, how
IshahqI describe thati The face of q
child, in ,its fresh; glad eagerness--the
face of q woman, in its pride and pas
sion. A smooth, olive skin, just flushed
With rose; proud. sweet, sensitive
mouth; dark, delicately penciled ~bfows
From under long, curling black lashes.
two glorious, star-ike eyes flashed forth
-eyes with all the pride OF al, old race,
all the tenderness Of child in their
gladsome splendor. How long ! stood
I in speecbless admiratienI I know not. i
"Ah, you have found ID, Miss Glenn r.
started, and stumbled hack to earth
With q sudden shock at the sound OF the
bousekeeper's voice.
,.Who il itf" queried, brea!hlessly
AsWho ~ There we're great tears In
the kinds blue eyes, and. the rosy old
cheeks had'gro vnstrangely pallid. .It's,'
With e. sudden, choking sob, "it'a, Miss
Barbara"
WHO is Miss Barbara" Ss4s =
Aud then she told me. iss saissse
,sBarbara Brent. the daughter of her
former masters had been the belle and
beauty OF the county,; She and her
father lived at The Marshes. aud Mrs
Joyce, who had been lady's maid to
MRS. Brent in her young days, was
hpusekeeper to her caild. ;. ii
Well, it was the old story. Wealthy
lovers and suitors the girl had by the
score, but she had lost her heart 10 q
Wanderers travelling artists fellow
whom her father had:employed TO paint
her portrait. Iaconsidaate, never look
ing forward, loving each other madly,
they became engaged Just as he was sum
monsd to New York.
He had hardly left when IN was dis
covered by her father. He did not rant
and threateu-he was too wisesfor that.
He showed her letter lelt by her lover
He, was sorry he had won her affections,
as that evening be was about to be mar.
riea 10 young lady whom be had long
loved rt.slf = = gfs -, es = X
saAnd do you know, MISS" The old
house.keeper sobbed txeitedlv, .stbe
poor child believed the base lie! That
very night she ran away from home, /
followed her to New York next morning.
and found her,. as thought / would,
with an old school friend. eH'
/. Don't tell on me : don't make me
go backn' she cried, passiona,ely. Il
can work here. l love him, false or
married or dead To go back where ]
had known him would break my heart.
s."WeIl. we lived and worked together.
my birdie, and I, never seeing face We
knew, never bearing a word from the
place we left Last Christmas Eve she
went out alone-my baby, my pretty ,ih-
nocent baby!Land she never came
back"
"Never I" ~
The old eyes were stresming with
tears, the old face drawn aud quivering.
"Never! stayed there tilllajt month.
hoping she might come. l searched,
and starved, and prayed, and longed.
New York is great city miss, " she en-
ded, sadly.
Aye, what is one life, more or less,
lost and tangled IN The grim catacoudbsl
old Mr.. Brent was dead and The
Marshes for rent SO ] came back. That
is all +" ,.sa,s ~.
Early that evening, Mrs. Joyce came
to whisper to me that young man de-
sired to see me ia her room I went
down II was Val, looking prosperous
and vell-dressed, but worns and. heart
broken he had grown beard, which
totally altered his appearance. I no.
ticed how the housekeeper started as I
mentioned his name. Then she shook
her head slowly. sa ssssl4 .se
b Mot the same--not the same," she
muttered.,
grew quite dark but be would have
no light. He lay back in large chair,
bis face quite in the shadow. Isat very
still among sthet deepers shadows and
watched himtwita sad gladness. 7,.ss
] started, hut did not cry ont Or speak,
as figure came steslthily in at the open
window. It stole up behind val-a
slim, dark spectre In moment two
chnging arms swere flung around him,
Two loving lips we're pressed to his .
shy blessed old dear, did you think
was never coming back :"
any Godt Barbara"
He sprang to his feet and faced her.
sVAl!n sqS-s aznIi y
s.Oh, my darling, my beloved, / have
found you at last" be cried, outstretch
ing his hungry arms
Array OF moonlight showed her face
undefits shsbby shawl "a lovely naughty
face, pale as marble. with flashing spiri
ted eyes. Is 3s
] "And your wife ?" =
.sWifel have none. You shall
"But saw her!" speaking swiftly
Il no aionakolv. a Grand acorn .lufriuoin