Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1884-06-21

| voice. II think will write him q
letter and tell him
| A rosy blush spread itself over her
1 face, and she pulled a little stand up
to the window and began to write,
sometimes rapidly, with swift BLUSH
es, sometimes slowly, with dark eyes
in which were gathering tears.
Sheet after sheet of paper was
spoiled and thrown aside-how
many, am quite unable to tell you;
but at last the letter was finished.
She had signed herself "your own
true, - and was about to add Hui.
dah," when voice called sharply
from below
'sHuldy! Hubby leone down this
minute Tommy's cut his hand
dreadfully on the scythe.n
So Huldah, dropping her pen in
dismay, ran swiftly down stairs, to
assist in caring for little Tommy
Danes cut fingers. And before she
found time to go back again, a sum-
mer shower came up, preceded, as
such often are, by tempestuous
gale of wind.
"Run up stairs and shut the win
dow, Hubby, do! |" said her mother.
Huldah obeyed, remembering that
her own window was widely open.
The papers were being blown about
the room as she entered-those half
written, blottedssheets. She closed
the window before she gathered them
hurriedly up, turning them over
and over with a face that gradually
took ON bewildered, anxious look.
.My letter is gone," she said, at
last. "Oh, dear, what shall l dol
I haven't time to write another and
don't believe l would do 1t ii /
had. He had no call to get angry
with me-" she added, with spirit
ed toss of her pretty head, ''and take
anything for granted. sol"
Nevertheless, she could not help
crying little more, with her face in
the pillows; and more than once she
caught herself listening intently for
the sound Of a ringing football on
the garden-path below.
81 don't care!" she said. But she
did care, very much indeed.
Meanwhile a kindly fate, in the
shape Of that stiff, summer breeze,
had taken the direction of matters
upon itself. The letter upon which
poor little Huldah had expended SO
much loving thought and time, was
whirled out of the window, while
Huldah's foot was on the stairs-out
Of the window and away like
white winged messenger of peace.
1t floated over the rose-hedge, and
caught in the garden fence for lit
tie space Of time, just long enough,
as it happened, to afford certain
broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, young
man, opportunity to tie his boat at
the river bank and hurry up across
the meadow; and then it fluttered
itself free, and across the turnpike,
fairly into Graham Clarke's aston
ished face.
"Whew !" he calculated and then,
with one quick glance, his face
frightened. "Bless her," he whis-
pered softly to himself; "bless my
darlingl "s
For this is what bel read.
"My dear Graham: am very
sorry if you are angry with me, be-
cause I do love you. And l don It
want you to go away-oh, l can't
have you go without knowing that
do not care at all for that miserable
old squire, and that / do love you,
oh, very much-more than / can
ever tell you. 0 Graham, dear
Graham, don't go away without
coming once more to your own true"
That was adjust love-letter,
meek and simple; but somehow
Graham Clarke's eyes dimmed as he
read it over.
"My darling," he said, "my dear
little Huldah. And presently
"Huldy. Huldy !-come right
down! There's some one wants to-
see you /"
And Huldah, taking her persist
emit, tear-stained face, into the keep
ing-room below, was clasped that
momentum pair of strong arms.
$50 you do love me little" whis-
pered Graham, mischievously, with
tho latta cfi1l in hic bou1