Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-07-24
AN OLD, OLD STORY.

spot, at this self-same hour, we part
ed!" exclaimed Mrs. Trevellyn to her
self, as she sat on amoss covered seat,
beneath the shade OF an old oak.
Just ten years, yet so long, long ago!
= Why do men say that life is short, and
time flies? For me nothing has flown
but my dreams!'
AS she spoke, she shaded her still
youthful and lovely face from the
bright sunlight, and fell into reverie
SO deep as to be unconscious OF APP
preaching footsteps.
The intruder was a tail, handsome
man, as yet scarce III his prime. who.
catching a glimpse OF the lady, stepped
quickly forward, but ere he could speak,
Mrs. TrevelIyn became aware of the
presence OF some one, and glanclng at
the stranger, she rose as II to move
away.
With a half-audible apology, the
gentlemen raised his hat, and III a mo-
ment was lost in the thick shrubbery,
while she sank back again upon the
seat as she said. ''TiS he. my God; and
he does not know me! Only ten years
and I-forgotten.
Yes it was only ten years since these
two hs-;Saa parted, he a youth of 2l, she
a beautiful girl Of II summers.
Give Lee was Just out OF college, and
before settling down to the study ofhis
profession he was to spend two years
in Europe.
Jessie Trevellyn was still school
girl But the two had met years be-
fore, and & child's love had deepened
into something tender and. enduring
enough for them to exchange lovers
VOWS.
'You will write me often" he said,
as they stood together beneath the old
oak. "You will writeme often, and on
your coming birthday you will let me
tell your father how deeply love
your
eyes, when am Is, papa shallkno
where l have given my heart; mean
time he knows You are my warm
friend, and / will will write you a
Jew words every day"
"Not so fast, little one, every day
for fortnight, and in six weeks forget
tulness Of my very existence,
A look of mingled love and reproach
from her beautiful dark eyes, mo-
ment OF silence, and he spoke again;
"Iou have your own way, usually,
have you not Jessie?'
II have rarely been crossed in my
life," she replied with d smile, land
since mamma died, poor papa seems
only to live for me-
"Well, cara milo, listen! When the
fall comes, persuade your father to
Bring YOU abroad for six months.
You can study music and the languages:
we can all be together. ITO learn q
language thoroughly, make love in it, ,
says an old scholar. Think OF a win
ter in Italy Yes, dear Jessie, if your
wishes are commands, your father will
surely bring you to me, ere long,
So they parted.
Give Lee went over the ocean, and
during the summer that followed, jess
sic proved faithful correspondent.
Early in the fall Mr.. Trevellyn was
taken very i'll, so that for many weeks
he lay between life and death. Letter
after letter came from young Lee, which
Jessie scarce found time to read, much
less to answer
Cousin John,' she said one morn
ing to Mr.. Trevellyn's nephew, who had
been constant attendant at her faith
er's bedside, cousin John, you know
! correspond with Give Lee, but poor
papa's illness has LETT no time ior my
pen. Please write Give, explain the
case of my silence, and tell him." she
added, with q tell-tale blush, chat we
90 not forget him."
AS soon It's Mr. Trevellyn Was able
to move his physicians ordered
him south. 1t was not until they
reached Key West their place of des-
tination) that Jessie had leisure for a
careful Eelusal Of Gives letters. She
noticed with pain how they adgrown
less tender but more reproachful in
tone, till, at last, they We're cold and
unfrequent. 81 am sure he can't have
received Johns letter. she said to
herself: 'but I will write to-day and
explain all. Poor Give! Yes. 1 will
write this very day"
For an hour her pen moved over and
across the paper, filling sheet after
sheet OF paper with the details Of the
last three months. AS she was seal
ing her letter a. knock was heard, and
to her cheerful "come in" q tall figure
appeared i'll the doorway.
Good morning fair cousin. l have
just lett your father very comfortable.
Have you any commands" ~.
Thanks, John, iust post this missive
for European1nail. Whatwould papa
and do without you? You seem like
his son and my own brother"
II am content to be his son, dear
Jessie, but not your brother"
"Cousin,"" said the girl, scarce heed
ing his reply, "did you write Give, as |
asked you to do2"
Did l ever break a promise to YOU,
Jessie?" . e. 10. Ill s
II remember no promise, John. but
simply a request. Poor Give evident
" knows nothing OF papa 8 illness. i.
Perhaps my letter did not reach
him. Shall write asain?p .5-
"Oh, no! this pointingto q packet
explains all 81 Il
Weeks passed; no letters from young
Lee came to cheer the heart OF Jessie,
as day after day she sat in her fatE GERS
sick room. Shegrew panied; then burt;
finally annoyed and ind ignant. Mean
while her father was growing weaker
and weaker with each day and
conscious Of his 81 pfoa aching end she
begged his daughter tosreward the de.
votion Of his nephew by giving him her
hand. ssllss5 5 4. .S3 .s3E
XII II used to fancy, darling, " he said,
"that young Lee loved you, but he i:
far away and too young to marry
John worships you. He has maturity
and wisdom, and Ishould die easier
to see you his wife and under his pro.
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