The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-03-29
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~ ""hSAhE ioihpV' CtuUuiHp III tnc
bower, her dark curls brushed by the
trailing branches, and her hands lisilcss-
" plucking the starry blossoms, was
Amy Ludwick. pretty country lass.
Her flushing brown eyes were now dim
with unshed tears. and Grant Burchard,
ut distance. studied the rural picture
and smiled. 1t was manlike TO smile,
when he knew froM her listless, dreamy
AIR she was thinking Of the absent; and
he could have testified on oath that alb
sent one was he. TWAS manlike TO
smile when he noted the unwontcd quiv-
er of laughing, ruby lips, and tho unu-
sual dewyness Of sparkling, dancing
eyes, and was confident, NJ OF his exist
ence, that thoughts Of him had robbed
the lips Of their steadincss, and the ewes
Of their flashing brilliancy; and he was
right. You would have known it by the
unspoken gladness that shone out Of the
dark, saucy face, as Grant Burchard
came In sight, softly humming Home.
sweet home"
III don't believe word Of it." sauci.
ly, as he entered the bower and tied the
swect-briar in knots about her head and
shealders.
Don't believe what, you little athc-
ist3 he asked, playfully. don't believe
that You arc my prisoner, and that I
may DO cruel master, demanding pen.
ance for all the sins you ever commit.
ted"
don't believe you mean that song"
she answered, little sadly. you sing
Home. sweet home and act as il YOU
were delighted to get out in the broad
world"
Amy" land the manly tones spoke
with a slight reproachfulness,) "you
know love my home, and"
lie paused and showcrcd the white
blossoms over her head, looking into her
shy. saddened eyes.
81 may not say it," he added. "Your
father thinks he is a wise man, and has
sealed my lips. Dear as is this simple
country place. know that life has bet
ter work than can be done here. Nv
energies are crampcd and my powers
are sadly limited. The opportunity Of.
fered me for travel and improvement is
q rare one, and ! may not east it away.
1t is . realization of q golden dream,
and when | return will realize anoth.
er, and confound your fathers fcarsr'
He held her pinioned with the eglant-
inc letters, but she tore them hurriedly
away. saying:
"When You return YOU may dcspise a
simple girl like me. and my father wish.
es to spare me future pain in forbiddino
all further intimacy until we know our
selves rs years NJ separation will prove
as. That separation he insists must be
entire. We cannot even write, Grant
But we can think. and love, and
watt" was the hopeful answer. lyon.
der comes cousin Alice. ! would say.
plague take her! only she looks won
drously like you. Goodbye. Amy"
And the strong man kissed her trem
bling lips and was gone.
Poor Amy! She was only sixteen, ant
not much OF philosopher So thought
her father, ~ he watched the sad face
moving about uneasily. He changed
his opinion when she knclt on the stool,
at his side and inquired;
"Ps, can go away to school?"
"You go to schoolr' he exclaimed. %
thought you hated school,"
NO" she answered, graycly, ~ new
er hated II, and my teacher said wOut
make good student IL cared less fo
fun. am real ignoramus, pa"
'Did Grant tell you so, Amy"
"No papa" answered the blushins
girl. "Hc sometimes corrected my gram
mar, but he thinks I know more than
do. Even now no talks of subjects
cannot understand. lie is going out L
learn and improve continually, and IL
settle down 10 my old fun and indolcnc,
he will indeed despise mo when he re
turns. love Grant, and want to make
myself worthy Of him. He will becom,
accustomed to the society of polished
women, and will seem utterly dcvoit
Of polish. You are wealthy, pa, but
would prefer education TO money"
"And Amy" said the old man, tear
fully, "whcn you become a lady perhap,
yon will dcspisc the awkward. old blund
ering farmer. have heard Of such
thing"
'Oh, pa. Aunt Hastings il = true la
dy, and she honors you as your daugh
ter always must" said Amy, winding
hor arms around the neck OF her dotins
father.
"Well. child, write to your aunt tc
find you . good school in tho city. She
will he good model for you. Amy,
child, II il wcrc necessary. would make
you a lady that you might win Grants
love, even IL It led you to dcspise me-
Will Grant Burchard ever love you bet.
ter than that, think you?"
II was y question that stirred the
depths Of Amy Ludwick's loving heart
and kept her faithful to her iilial duty
Five years later two gentlemen Of pol
ished manners and easy address sat talk
ing In New York hotel, Some contro
verified point had held thcm in esrncs,
debate for long time; but at length the
elder Of the two arose, saying:
"Grant Burchard, l like your dcvo
ton to the memory Of this country girl
1t shows how true = friend you can be
But. In this ease, ] believe you are pre-
pairing. FOX yourself . cruel disappoint
mcnt." -
"Grant Burchsrd was only half listen
ing. After five years spent in = foreign
land, he was still dreaming Of the young