The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-02-18

Grape veil over her face. Handing a
Daggage-chetk to one of the drivers she
passed into the waiting-room. Dick felt
strongly impelled to follow her, but
ending himself for his curiosity, turned
on his heel and walked away.
Across the track was footpath, lead
ing TO short cut through the fields and
woods, to the farm. But Dick had a
business errand at one of the houses near
~, and he followed the main road.
when he left the farmers house he
turned aside from the highway, and
crossing field, reached the bypath to
tne farm. How the old memories came
ssa1rgng into his mind! How often had
Miily and he walked under those trees.
ionder, was the little brook, with the
broad stepping-stones, which they had
crossed a hundred times. He strobe
forward, rapidly, and stood by its brink.
In the middle of the stream, on a large
nat stone, stood the lady whom he had
seen at tire station The recent heavy
rams had washed away some of the
stones, and a wide space of rushing water
rolled between her and the bank.
twas but the work of moment to
rola stone into the stream, and to assist
herto spring to the other bank. As she
threw back her veil to thank him Dick
raised his eyes and saw-Milly herself.
."icame but yesterday" she explained,
alter an awkward silence. "Miss B
dled suddenly, and her mother and left
atonce for home. | did not telegraph,
oeeause wanted to surprise them at the
lam. Are they well?"
N''Y on have not heard, then?" returned
DieA, gently, lit is as you feared. Uncle
Seth seyes have given OUT
so, Why did they keep it from me?"
she Grid. 81 would have come at once.
1t is a nercy that l am able to take care
of him..
They walked along, slowly, talking of
uncle Sch and his affiiction,
at seeps but yesterday that left, :"
murmureI Milly. THANK God, if
friends pFve tickle there are some things
that do pot change. This path, this
brook, seen the very same that left,
years ago and these trees are not al
tered; ever the little flowers are in the
old places. How is-Kate?''
She spos hesitatingly now.
"Kate?'he repeated. Kate? l do not
know"
''Do not kow?"
''She left here four years ago-married
a gay young clerk, and went out West
to live"
81 thought she was married to you"
gasped Milly. Sin every letter she spoke
OF seeing you, being with you, and the
others wrote inthe same way. She told
me she was going to be married; and
supposed, of course, it was to you"
''For the first time Dick smiled. 81
did see great deal Of her; it was the
only way could hear from YOU" he said.
They had reached the short lane by this
time, that led to the farm house.
Zone word, Milly, said Dick. II have
right to know FELL me what | have
ever done that you should answer none
OF my letters, that you should leave with.
out one word of farewell?n
cit is the very question I have been
longing to put to you. left a long, long
letter for you, with Kate. wrote again
and again. l sent messages and gifts by
her, until hope died in my heart. And
all these long, weary years, poor, little,
homesick, PARKWAY Milly has been wait
ing and praying for one word of encour
agement from her old friends it posi-
Bile that Kate
81 see ii all now" replied Dick. "She
has very near made total wreck of two
happy lives"
The sound of voice, singing an old
familiar hymn, came through the open
door of the farm house. NIilly lifted hel
finger to Dick, and hurried through the
hall into the kitchen.
Uncle Seth, with a bandage over his
eyes, sat in an armchair, with his niece
on low stool at his feet. AS the young
woman arose, in surprise, Milly motioned
for her to be silent
"Why do you stop" queried the old
man, impatiently. THAT was one OF
Milly's favorite hymns. But you don't
sing it as she did. Go on, Sophia"
The girl obeyed. But after the first
line, clear, rich voice joined in the re-
frain. The old man started to his feet.
emily" he cried, cropping with out.
stretched arms. cit is-it must be
Milly, come back again
Milly threw her arms around his neck
and answered, brokenly, at is Milly,
come to be eyes for you in your blind
ness-to stay with you, Away share
her good fortune with you-to leave you
never, never more"
A smile lighted the meek, Z lent
face.
81 am content, now. 1t is Milly come
back to me and to Richard he con,
tinued, hearing Dicks voice.
Dick could not speak; but his earnest
eyes put the question that his tongue re-
fused to utter.
Milly's lips parted in happy laugh,
as she stroked the old mans silver
locks
ut is Milly come back to you-to you
and to Richard" she added, gently,
placing her hand in the young mans
eager grasp.-Peterson's Magazine.
How 1t Feels to be Hanged.