The Panola weekly star. (Sardis, Miss.) 1882-18??, 1885-09-26
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nLoob- If lhrr mrglt ~ tGaaf um
over There in thn e.yn .1nny, ing
ge.icd Mr. lutbu vpm.. nl.aIlIu.
from li' wagon 10 frolt oi o. unn. o'l.
fashioned house ni ihe entrance of Ull
land village "Youm,y run rnd gather
some while I'm masking my cali
"Why can't go iu with you hthu
qucricd the maladroit youth "Mo,br
they've got apples
"No, no, Willie You'd bo In tho wny.
want 10 ask Ms, Mcscryo about Der
fnthcr's last -ieknes. and and ~ forth
You'll have apples enough when wc gel
90 your aunt Bawcn's.N
The boy reluctantly climbed tho fence.
while his ialher hitchcl the horse "A
proceeding ns unusual ag was need.
loss; but ohc musl pardon q little irror
ularity In a two years widowur olouk.
ing around Years ago, before ho
woocd Miss Pamela Giiiing., Mr. Var.
ney bad cast vigorous love chances 10.
ward DR.. Mcserve's pretty daughter
g]lhnccs that filled shy Miss Olive with
sweet confusion. Had he been les.
bnslful. less awcd BY her superior
worldly advantages, and had she been
less coy. their earlier r0mnnco might
have had a happier ending. But In that
case, how would 1t have lnrcl with the
good old doctor, shortly nhcrthis strick.
IN helpless with paralysis No married
daughter could have over nurscd him
with the undivided care and lpndornc..
hencclorih la,ishcd upon him by Min,
Olive.
II was the subsequent year that Miss
Giddings challenged Mr.. Nnrney's at.
tenlion, so to speak, aud hc married her.
taking her for better or for wnrsr. ii
she proved worse than hr had nniiri.
pated. he had not been the man 10 -ny
IT, lie had faithfully miuistrred unto
her In health aud In sickness: hp lnd
smoolhcd her path to the grave with due
regret. AZ her dccrnsr hc had sincerely
mourncd, not even to himself ndmitinr
that her life had chaslrurd him mora
than her death But INN, the aren't
CONSIDER, had now ns,uaurl his rricf
aud paved the way Tor u human com.
foricr. Not that he forgot Pamela At
church be- often thought NJ her MS a
high-yoiCed, somewhat uneasy ANGEL la
the heavenly choir, but be- thought also
of his mothcrless boy, What would he
not do for this dear pledge 81 affection
For Willto's sake he ought Ia marry
again and then, looking nskanco AT
trim, rosy Miss Olive in the ndioining
pew, the bercaycd man realized how
sweet might BIZ ~selisacriGcc. lie had
come to regard this silent sunday pr,N.
unity rs the GROWING pleasure ui The
week, and abundant r%ccOmpcuse for tho
long ride and the longer sermon. he
had manifested bis ~rckludliug affection
for Miss Olive by sundry eloquent looks
and hand pressurcs. but until this golden
October day he had not vontured To visit
her. Spying him now from her sitting.
room window, the iimid little woman
dropped the rug She had been braidinr.
and sprang up IN u llutior.
'Why will he? In broad DAYLIGHT.
too! The whole village will be talking :
calculated She with an instructive glance
nj the mirror.
a lady likes TO look p~rrsentablc Ia
saying mo as well as in saving "Ycs, Z"
and because Miss Olive had fully made
mp her mind nevtr ,u ho n wife. wa,
that any reason why She should not wish
foreman an attractive spinslrrq shrink
ing from appearing oycr.cavrr To admit
apostolic sutton. she dalllei til the erh,
Of Mr.. Varney's knock had died away
before opening the door.
"How do you do. Mr.. Nameya' snid
thc, her voice slightly tremulous. In
Pamcla's lifetime she had called him
Luther.
Never moro rugged. and I homo
you,rc well. Olive. TIM taking Willie
TO his aunt Bowen's To spend a week or
two, and rs ! was passing, | thought
I'd drop In and see how YOU were. Sis.
Ter Bowen always likes to hear from
YOU he added, with embarrassment
tinged with hypocrisy.
"Oh. my health Is invariably good.
thank you,' said Miss Olive. ushrrinr
her guest into the spick and-span parIor
sacred 10 callers.
Establishing his tall person In the
largest rockingham. Mr.. Varney
crossed his right hand over his left. nm.
Willingly bringing into bold relief his
irayed right wristband.
1T seems sad 10 see that room desert.
3D. said he, with a sympathetic nod
toward the Open.sitting room formerly
devoted 10 DR.. Meseryc. ,.But yuu
cant wish your father back. Olive"
mo. not for his own sake. 4" answered
the daughter. with feeling. after hi.
mind failed. life was M enjoyment ia
him. But do miss him sol lie wa.
all | had
IL know, Oliye-ycs. | know. I've
thought of You a great deal lately d
great deal. II must be- dcsolaie Tor ,ou
alone In the old house. and it's desola,r
Tor me IN mine. Olive I've been
hoping"
AT first ! fell, asif I'd nothing tn live
for. interrupted Miss Olive. IN quick
alarm. ''But | don't feel 81 now. No.
indeed. OF COURSE ! must mour lnr m,
father, but keep busy. and | make d
companion Of Climena. the orphan
look from the poor-house."
you always did have n cheerful Dis.
position" remarked Mr.. Narnry. look
ing down with m air Of rrprnarh. PR.
ceiving the dilapidated eua. he artfully
concealed II by f,lding bis left ham,
over his right.
you are first seleciman again thi.
year, they say" chlrped Miss Olive,
swimming of Ia q safer topic oh,
towns bound TO retain you In Office.
.un my boys account. ! regret h.
said Dir. Varney, f%allYing his wits. Il
hare TO DO away from home murs'n /.
suitable under present circumstance.
The poor little fellow needs A mother. .
Ne. Olive rose rfuclpitaiely. and
t.ssn UP q newspaper spread h
sun. ''
ta'her ned = ssy Il va thankle..
s41ipeps " work ior ,l.o town" aid