Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-06-06

Put away your hat that you may lay
your soft hair on my ,huuIdSi Here Is a dry
cushion of grass with a strrak of moonlight
IN it for me- to -. you in Have little pa
tience while talk to you Mother will no;
I've wondering vet
SO they seated themselves on the verdure,
where the mo0nlish fell in n lance nf trem-
ulous silver. and she, dutifuIly removing her
hat bent her cheek to his shoulder.
Thus they sat, with no other sound 20 dis
turb them than the moaning Of the sea and
the rlstIing of the leaves over their heals,
In the moonlight a lovely womans face
takes "A sad and moving beauty.
Not a sweeter face ever smiled in the love
of mans ewes than Jenny'S, though marred
! bv the moonlight aS a mirror for the emo
tiuns, which. in the glory Of the day, gave it
| color and arChness. and hundreI turns of
, grace.
MY little wife, said he in his gentle voice,
| al have been closely pressed to-day by my
father. | put him on a scent that puzzled
/ him; and really he went down to it greedily,
| for his anxiety to find out the meaning Of
| what he chooses to call my altered behavior
is perfectly wonderful | hintod-merely
| hinted-that the news of our SEA fights, and
our battles ashore, had set my heart beating
for higher feast than examining boys with
| learning Well, it was time he noticed some
| change in me"
| Jenny counted with her fingers upon his
shoulder, softly smiling and listening TO him
| the while.
He said to me-" Cuthbert went on, 4
date the alteration in you from the day of
your return from London He draws near,
you see, dear He is drea.'fully close at my
heels. Still his notion is cid, seeing that
have not mOped since as ! moped before
went that trip"
How like our adventures at home arel
Only to-day mother came up to me and took
my ear in her hand, and said, Jenny, Jenny
| will squeeze hard if thou art not honest
| hear you signing in Your sleep Just like my
old schOOlmate Sally Mattocks did when the
silly wench brought trouble upon herself by
listening TO a gypsy woman's lies. Father
watches you closely. and know him very
veil as a man who never troubles himself to
stare, unless there be something to see What
is it, silly lpulled my ear away and made
it burn to run from her, and | laughed that
she might think her talk nonsense But oh.
my dear, could not help crying Just two or
three tears do not fear mother-indeed.
she would he very proud of my own, and
love him for his own sweet sake and make
him her boast. rs | know she would; for
often father tells her that she has made her
goi-mothers >ad fihbers, though what he
means 10y that You shall tell me. as | have not
one little bit of thy cl-verneSS in my head,
sweet-but fathers eyes when he is angry
make me shivcr What bold things a girl
will do for love And yet it does not make
her brave
She put her hand over her eyes and peeped
at him through her fiji gers; not for the CO.
Quctry of it, but that she might not lose sight
of him for moment
Jenny, will tell Won what it is-there is
no help for 1t but honesty. And that we need
not be afraid of.
"Oh, no, indeed! The Lord forbid We
are both truly honest, thank God"
Il will begin with your father, Jenny
That is my resolve; and ones own wishes are
the easiest way, love Tomorrow evening |
will see Mr.. Strangfeld and tell him We are
married
"TO-mOrrnw evening"
1t was a long way off for their next meet
Ing but rcru close for bitter business
1t is not too soon" h. said, soothingly
mo, it is not too soon, she answered with
a little shudder. But | wish it were ovcr-I
wish he knew"
Every moment Of delay" he continued,
"is a new wrong tc you, my pet; and surely
am no loving husband, Jenny, if wrong
you What excuse have | for delay! SO
far it has been cowardice. But can end it
If l chooSc and tomorrow night it is done
Will Your father lie at homrt'
Il dread to say yes. | shall not dare to
face him.
Jenny, you must not be so timid You
arSnot alone.
But can hear him crying, Jenny, Jenny,
come down from your room" with his face
like wood, and the angry stnop of his head,
which h. will lift in flames, as | saw him
once when he charged his niece Martha, who
IS dead. with an evil deed
This Is no evil deel. my pretty"
Did not | just now say were honesti
In my heart feel we are; yet what should
my conscience answer if father calls me de
ceitfuIi'
But, You sea, there are so many kinds OF
deceit. There is one kind that injuries people
and another kind that injuries no one. Whom
have We lnjuredt Dearest, there is nothing
70 fear"
Al cannot help fearing my father" she con
tinued, in a trembling voice, "for though he
is very stern he loves me: and | dread the
thoughts his love will fill him with when ne
hears that have deceived him and mother"
The worst is not 50 bad as the Dire .d of it,
dear"
He is 50 terribly religious"
"Ay, a Baptist and my papa is Tory
Churrhmanl And we are TO bs impaled on
their prejudices, Thank the Lord, old men
nr.. Sraut pf btpnrb arJ ,vb I,p,,, a,.,
empty, young men may
"Hark here are thu coast guards"
The tramp OF men, dcadened by the smoth-
ering dust Of the road, fell upon their ears;
and SON little company OF dark figures,
with tn" moonshine kindling silver stars in
the polished points of their weapons turned .
the corner and strode sturiily i'll silence, up
the hill
at should be half-past eight" said Jenny.
Il must I've going. Bertie l must be going, |
indeed Goodnight; say goodnight to me, |
BERTHE
They both rose, their hands clasped
"To-morrow night, at half-pa eight, |
watch FOR m" at your window, Jenny NY |
mind is resolved. will speak to your father
Iirst, and then tell mine the story We shall
sleep the sweeter for it A clear conscience
4"4' al 'iLilsN' am Ihht VIII come by nom
oring ourselves"
"ies, it is right" she whispered with
little shiv,r kiss me- and say goodnight"
He strained her in his arms. and she went
away, hut slackenei her pace and fled back
70 him out Of the moonlight Then, slipping
rom his lips, she ran across til, road and
was gone
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