The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1882-03-21
Selert Sturw.
THUS WE PARTED.

Evidently something had gone wrong
with pretty Jenny Adair, and the old
lady noticed the signs of trouble in the
young face.
"Jennie,' she said softly, what is the
matter? l know something is wrong.
Tell aunty; perhaps she can hell you"
And little by little it all came out, how
at the party the evening before. carried
away by the TO her) unusual excitement
of the gay scene, Jennie had accepted
too many attentions from others to please
her lover, Ernest Goldiug; and when on
their way home he had ventured on a
quiet remonslrance she had answered:
Very we'll; if you think you have
made mistake am sure it is we'll you
have found it out before it would be too
late"
Thus they had parted, and that was
why Jenny's bright face was so clouded.
, 81 have deeply offended and disap.
pointed Ernest" she said sadly "and l
} know bis proud self-control too well to
think be will forgive and forget unless ]
make the fret advances; but that can
never dow
As the girl spoke into the old lady's
eyes came far-away look, which chang.
ed into yearniug tenderness as her
glance fell upon The golden curly head
leaning against her knee.
Little one forget your own trouble
'or time while aunty tells you the story
of her youtb-a love-tale Of forty years
ago, before ever your blue eyes saw the
light.
"My parents were not rich-they were
hut plain farmers, but if in their veins
flowed no 'hlue' blood, pure heallhtul
current. formed by active, honest lives.
was the good heritage which they gave
to their children. ., ...
Near TO our farm was the lal gest
mansion IN the vicinity, and the young
ladies took q great fancy to me Little
Dorris,' as l was called. So my good
mother, nothing 10th, gave her permis-
sion for me to 90 up 10 tue great house
as often as was inv TED.
"The time passed on until / was eight
cen years of age
"Then the only son and heir of Wynd-
cote returned from college and entered
upon his estates. | was visiting there at
the time, and nothing would do but |
must stay to the fete which celebrated
his coming OF age. The young ladies
dressed me i. white muslin and twined
some pale pink buds through my curls;
and it was that evening that Arthur
Wpndco,e fell in love with me-so he
said afterwards.
"But, Jennie, dear, although he was
handsome and wealthy, ! did not love
him, for my girlish heart had already
been taken captive hy another.
81 had known Robert ingalls, only
year, bu, in short time ! had grown to
feel that his soulful eyes held al the sun
shine that was necessary to make life
happy. And thus when the heir of
Wyndcote laid his heart and hand at my
feet, telling me that his lady mother and
sisters knew of bis intentions and signi-
fed their kind approval of his choice,
refused him.
ut was. q crushing blow to him, &C.
cus,omed as he was to gain anything be
had set his mind upon, and soon after he
left his country home to forget his dis
appointment IN the whirl Of city life.
"Then, after a while Robert asked me
to be his wife, and l said yes My
lover was not rich, but he was all that
was good and noble, and / was very
happy.
"During the year he had obtained
lucrative position, as engine-driver on a
prosperous railway, and the little home
we were TO share in the future seemed
very near.
"By-and-by an aunt, sister Of my
fathers who lived in the city. sent for
me to come and make her visit.
"Robert held me his arms when
said goodbye to him to him in our little
honeysuckIe porch. / never smell the
fragrance of the hone suckle now with
out that parting comes back to me.
"sGood-bye, Dorris,' be said in his
deep, rich voice; 'bring back the same
innocent loving heart that you take away
and / shall not be sorry have let you
CO.
"Then he kissed me, Remember th-
is our last parting. When you come
home shall claim my little wife,
81 went. My aunt had married a
wealthy merchant, and life seemed very
! different to me in her elegant LON
Youth loves novelty, and soon tasted
and enjoyed TO the full the charms of
city society. had been there about a
month when a card was brought up to
me bearing the name Of Arthur Wynd-.
cote and going 'nwn into the d'awi' O.
room met my discarded lover. He was
not embarrassed in the least. and soon
put me at my ease with him. 'Isawyo
riding in the Park be said; 'and learn
ing where you were stay'ng ven'ur.d ic
call, presuming on the title OF an old
friend
"My aunt was very much pleased with
him, and cordially invited him to come
again.
"He did so very often: and feeling
convinced by the calm friendiness of his
manner that bis former fancy for me had
died natural death, / gladly accepted
his kind attentions.
"Then cane my mothers summons
for me to return home.
".She could not spare her daughter
any longer she wrote, and Robert wan
ted his title Doris"
sit seemed good to be hack again
among those l loved, and though re-
allied for the first time how very old
fashioued and plain my daily surround
. ings were, home had never appeared
lovelier in my eyes.
81 had been back only week when
Mr.. Wyndcote called at the farm. He
had LEFT the city, he said, soon after /
had. The sun was almost setting when
he started to 60. and sauntered down
to the gate with him 1t was near the
time that Roberts train came in. and |
knew that should soon see my lover,
for he always stopped to say few words
to me on his way home.
II ga great white rosebush grew by the
farm gate and Mr. Wyndcote breaking