Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-06-19
HOW SHE LOVED HIM.
RY JENNY WREN.

otis a great shame, Harry jameson
-that'sz,what it isi-I believe in
calling things by their proper names.
I'm old-fashioned enough for that,
and right glad [ am of it; and l say
it's downright. burning shame, and
I've only been waiting until you grew
strong enough to tell you so"
And the old lady, after delivering
herself of the above sentences, fell
back in the roc king chair, and began
vigorously tanning; while the young
man addressed lifted pale, handsome
face from the pillows of the couch on
which lie was reclining, with low
drawn whistle of astoHishment.
upon my word, auntie," he said in
rather feeble tones, "this is absolutely
refreshing. I've not been scolded by
you before i'll SO many years that [
had almost forgotten you knew how;
AMI, as usual, l am treated to the lee
ture first, and learn my fault after
ward. OF what have been guilty
now? / thought this rendered me
helpless enough to keep me out Of
mischief" and he held up splintered
and bandaged arm. All
lCs
If you'd not been thrown from your
horse here at Farmer Crowley's very
door, breaking your arm, and very
nearly your head, it would not have
been necessary for you to be nursed
by Farmer Crowley's pretty daugh-
ter. All, my old eyes are blind, but
they can see where the younger eyes
fail! BEFORE | was sent for, the mis-
chief was done. You've taught tho
girl to love you, Harry; anu say
again, it's Il burning shalne!"
10 love me, auntie! Oh, no, no
you are mistaken True, she has been
gentle, tender nurse. think I owe
to her my very life. But it cannot be
that she loves me. God knows |
would save her from such fatel ~.
'How you speakl One would sup
pose size Was queen, instead of your
being the one upon the throne. II she
were in your rank of life it would be
a different thing. She's pretty enough
to be loved for herself, and you might
make amends by falling in love and
marrying her: but as it is, you're not
satisfied with your own broken limbs,
but have broken the poor girls heart
as well. It's all very we'll to be un-
conscious now, but you must have
seen it for yourself long ago-beforc
it was too late.
Too late! Long the words echoed
in Harry Jameson's ears, after his
auntie had left him.
Well he remembered the frame of
mind in which he had mounted his
horse on that memorable day, some
six weeks ago. In his breast-pocket
was the letter he had received that
morning from the woman who had
been his affianced bride, on whose
faith and love he would have staked
his trust i'll goodness letter which
told him he would have staked and
lost; for, i'll a few breathless, honeyed
words, she babe him farewell forever,
and announced her engagement to an
other man.
No wonder he had been desperate.
reckless, driving his spur into his
faithful horse, until the animal, all
nnaccustomcd to be goadcd by the
cruel steel, swerved suddenly to one
eide-so suddenly that his yonng mas
ter was dashed down among pile of
stones.
His first waking memory was Of q
pair of great brown eyes bent tender
ny and compassionately upon him-of
Two little hands, whose touch was
ever cool and healing-of q sweet.
fresh voice which he had early learn.
ell to miss when it was silent
And now the bitter t,utb
broken to him that this girl loved
him. She did not know that he wbnsa
broken frame she so carefully struoo
gled to restore, would have been 81
most glad had there been for him O,
lit no return to consciousness.
Pshawi It was his aunt's idle fan
cv that this wrctched thing had com,
to pass, and so thinking, he fell into /
troubled sleep. 1t was twilight in hi
room when he opened his eyes.
! .Fay p lie murmured half in dream
land. .. -...a
lam here Mr.. Jameson" the young
voice made answer.
b He started, then, fully awake
did call you1" lie questioned.
"You see, you were in my thoughts.
Ah, remember; had something to
tell you! The doctor says am we'll
enough to be moved, Fay, and have
decided to be carried home to-mor.
row."
"Home!'' N er 81 .r
An, we'll Fay knew the inseparable
-oarrier that lay in tile short ten miles
(Which divided the Hall from the farm
mouse. The crimson rushed to her
Cheek, the tears unbidden to her ewes.
though she bent her head to conceal
them. s--s- - -, -
asSs We nuuea yeu q badly. !.