The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1882-08-01
WO0DsF1ELD MONROE COUNTY OHIO TUESDAY, AUGUST 1882

perfection. Her dark eyes are deeper,
her smile tenderer, her voice more Thrill
ling, Just now, evidently, she is watch
ing for some one. But who? Surely
not our hero1
Yes, it iss He has gone out with bis
gun, for the first time since bis recov.
cry, saving, laughingly, as he went: 81
shall bring you home brace Of par
tridges, Daphne-that is, il my gun don I
go off and shoot me instead" She had
thought but little of the gay words a
The time. But now that it was dusk
and he has not returned, she begins ,c
be alarmed.
K 80" she cries, wringing her hands
and tears starting to her eyes, "some
Ething dread 'ul has happened; his words
were presentiment
M At that moment our hero, who haf
heen DELAYED by following his game fur
ther than he intended, was walking slow
Islv homeward, thinking Of Daphne. "Onct
| looked on her." be was saying to him
self, "as a girl who had no soul. M
soul! Ah, what summer this has been
l have lived more in these few month";
than in all my life before. But I viii
not gi7e her up-I will not. Uocle Har
old can cast me off; he can keep BIZ
property; but he cannot touch mine; b,
cannot make me quite beggar. / viii
work, work for her-that is. if she will
have me. Sometimes l almost hope sh,
loves me"
He recalls the songs she has sung 70
him on star lit nights, the books they
have read together in rainy weather tn,
walks and drives; the wanderings in th,
rose-garden; the lows on the blue lake
the tete a tete sails on the Hudson In hi
funcle's trim little yacht; the flowers sh,
has worn, and given him afterwards, oc
casicnally; the tender care she bestowed
on him when an invalid; oil her pretty
wsvs and smiles.
He thinks Of these, but then he thinks
of other things-of her variable mood!
to him; her coldness OF times; her ap
parent insensibiiitv to his alteration
her cutting retorts, that surely she coul
not have made il she had loved him
He heaves deep sigh. and looks up
He has reached the garden gate.
Daphne turns suddenly. and he sees
she has been weeping. Something in
her face. too, tells him why. He sets his
gun down quickly against the fence and
springs 10 her side.
.!"My darling. what is it ?" he cries, and
seiEes her hand
For one instant she turned as If to fly.
But his arm is around her waist, and she
is prisoner.
.Don't, DEAR" he cries at breaks
nv heart to see your tears. o, Daphne,
don't you know / love your"
She turns her head at these words
words that I'll her with happiness mex.
presaible, and gives him a look that, to
his dying day, he never forgot. The
next moment their lips had met.
Hair an hour or so latter, when the
stars are out. Mrs Ol'pAant, seeking for
her daughter, goes down the tangled
path toward the rose arbor. Her light
football makes no sound on The moss.
Size stops, for she sees D,phne and
Fred Davton. Thew are sitting on q
lew, rustic bench. Fred's arm is about
Daphne, and her head is on his shoul-
der.
Suddenly Mrs Oliphant sees her Sc
date and haugh'v daughter draw the
dark. handsome face near her and kiss a
sea- on the white brow. with lingering,
reproachful lips
This is enough She hurries hack 10
the house. and tells her brother what she
has seen. adding:
"DidD't1 tell YOU I'd manage It Now.
IL we had told them the dearest wish OF
our hearts was to have them happy to-
ge.her, they would have GIslked each
other cordially, and then the property
would have heen divided and we two
base deceivers heen disappointed.
Mr.. Dayton looked at his sister.
marian. you are genius, he said,n
then they shook hands and laughed with
the mir Of conspirstors. those T,co Wise
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