Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-10-14

UllC Dstlc CuCChSs w Hut CdICu DICCLC OI babbling brook for fine raiment? Here she was only Nan-just as of old. So while the one sang sweetly, the other caressed her softly, softly, till over her came the sweet spell of day that had been laid to rest.
 As the sun grew low, touching with crimson the golden corn, Nan saw, as she used to see in those other days, a strong manly figure come swinging through the orchard-Paul, surely Paul! For two years she had neither seen nor heard from him. He, too, had left the old sleepy village and gone out into the world to seek his fortune, and their paths had not once crossed. But the magic of the place was upon Nan as she sat under the apple trees, and she stretched forth her hand to welcome him as though but day had intervened.
 "How do you do, Paul?'
 ''How dye do Nan?"
 Then he sat down beside her, and a silence fell upon them.
 ''Is it not lovely?" said Nan at last, breaking the silence which was growing oppressive, while her eyes roved over the fields and rested on the waving trees far off to the right.
 "Very," answered Paul, briefly but emphatically, his eyes fixed on the deli cate face by his side.
 ''I wonder if the nuts are as plenti- ful there as they used to be-" continued Nan.
 II don't know; my appetite for nuts has been slightly impaired by years, I fear''
 '.Mine has not"
 ''How has time affected your love for country life? Do
 "'Tangled wood paths wet with dew seem poetically desirable, or does the old recollection of driving the COWS to pasture destroy entirely the charm of the imagery?n
 Nan glanced at her companion hasti- ly. A smile lurked about the corners of his mouth, but half hidden by his tawny mustache.
 q think prefer to read about them; I have become less romantic and more practical" she said gravely. 1.-The charm of bygone pleasures come over me, sometimes, like q half-forgotten strain of music; but tis lost before it can be captured and made one's own. Let us go home. It grows chilly" And Fan shivered to give emphasis to her words
 Still Paul made no move, and with his hat resting on his knee, and his bright waves of hair resting against the trunk of the old tree, he sat looking at her, with the smile deepening about his mouth. Presently he spoke:-
 Man, why did you write me that let ter?''
 No need to shiver now. A rush of hot blood surged over face and neck, and an uncomfortable feeling of humil- iation made her warm enough. But she answered bravely,-
 'What letter."
 'This," drawing from his pocket the little, pitiful plea she had sent him a year and half ago.
 Because 1 was homesick and sorry -then," she replied desperately, striv. ing by strong emphasis on the ''then'' to rob the confession of some of it's nor. tification. Well" she cried passion. ately, fighting hard to keep back the hot tears that threatened to overflow Il wrote you that letter more than 2 year ago. What have you to say? Yor did not answer it-there the matter ends"
 T beg pardon-I did answer it.''
 stWhat?"
 ''I replied immediatelyr'
 ''I never got your letter."
 T did not write one."
 T did not hear from your'
 ''I did not intend you should"
 
 q said I replied at once. So did 1 came to you. Do you know what this letter said to me, Nannie?" spring ing to his feet and speaking with all tht earnestness of a strong conviction. Il said to me more than you perhaps be hind it did; it said you were mine, Nar and I came and watched over wha was my own."
 '.But did not know-I-"
 s'My darling, I did not mean yol should. But I knew that you had proved the emptiness of your ambition, ant had learned to know your heart. 1 wa so sure that you would never chang, again-if, indeed, you ever had-that resolved to wait and tell you my stor,, here. Have you no word for me, Nan nie?''
 The pretty head was hung down, ant the eyes fixed on the ground. ''Nan, at your summons l sold tn old farm and journeyed to the city } there to fight for fortune and guard m treasure. 1 have made fair progress tc ) ward the first-and I claim my reward Come here, my dear" Paul held out his arms, and in an 1T : stant Nan's head rested on his shoulder ) while his kisses fell warm on her uI r turned mouth. l ''Nannie," he whispered, ''say I al sorry ever went away" Il won't" } "Well, say I am glad am safel back"
 And Mamie lifted her graceful head , and with her soft eyes gazing tenderl t into her lovers handsome, steadfa; 3 face, answered earnestly,- r II thank God am safely home, dea l Paulr'