Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1884-11-15
MARTINsBURG, W VA, SATURDAY NOV. 15 1884.

Stay--I hare a half mind to try
how it would look on the bracket
over the table,"
As he lifted it down, something
seemed to click far down on the top
Of the case, below the carved wreath
Ofiy DRY leaves-something so hidden
and obscure that even the shrewd
ness of the Jew dealer had failed to
perceive its presence. 4
Herbert Winfield, his curiosity
somewhat piqued, unscrewed the
top, and there, on the dusty case,
LAY slender blue ribbon, as If it
had sometime been caught there,
with a split gold dollar attached
/ to its azure fiIlet.
Winfield started, and colored, and
his heart throbbed! It was as il
Daisy's own voice had called to him,
out Of the depths Of the past! He
was never one who took heed of
signs or omens--and this was sign
he could not disregard!
Straight to the curiosity shop he
went.
"Who sold you that clock 7" he
asked.
"The little French clock with the
garland Of ivory leaves round the
top. I mean !"
The man turned to his book with
a slowly delibera.ion which was in.
describably aggravatlng to Win
fields feverish mood.
81 don't knew the name," he an
swered, "but ! know where they
live. At Nos-Raymer street
tall young lady, with brown eyes
and very pale cheeks ~
How Herbert's heart throbbed as
he assembled the narrow, uncarpeted
stairway of the tenement house, it's
lodges worn into little hollows by
the thread of many feet, and knock
ed at the door which had been point
ed ont to him as the entrance to Mrs.
Wallace's room.
How the old times came back to
him as he entered and saw Daisy
sitting all alone at the window, sew
ing YEARLY away at some coarse
work.
She rose up, with shrek.
Herbertw
"Yes, Daisy, it is ]! Are you
sorry to see me 2"
"Oh, no, mol" she sobbed. clam
SO grad. | thought everybody had
forgotten me y
"Did you suppose I could ever
forget you, Daisy :"
He listened to the story of reverse
and trouble which she had to tell,
with tender sympathy which sooth-
ed her like the touch of friendly
hands.
"Why did you not send to me
Daisy ~ he asked, almost reproach,
fully.
" / thought you did not care for
me any more, Herbertr'
"Look into my eyes, and tell me
what you think now ~
She glanced slyly up-then her
look fell!
"What do they tell you, Daisy
Do they speak the secret of my
heart, and say that | love you still
as dearly as everf Daisy, you will
come back to my heart.n
He drew out the gold coin, hang
ing from its faded ribbon, and ex-
tended it smilingly toward her.
ooh, Herbert have missed it
and hunted for it so often. Where
did you find it ~
He told her, adding: at is q
golden link, dearest, to bind our two
hearts together; little guide which
has led me back to your side, after
all these years of estrangement
When Mrs. Wallace returned from
her brief absence, she found Daisy
once more the betrothed bride of
Herbert Winfield. The ten years of
trial aud poverty were but a dream
that had passed away and been for
gotten-and round Daisy's neck
hung, as Of old, the talisman she
had not seen for such weary while
the tiny gold dollar on its ribbon
of blue!
The "course of true l0ve'' had not
run smoothly, but it was true love,
and so it came right at last!
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A few nights ago field Of dry
sage on the battlefield of Missionary
Ridge became ignited, and soon the