Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1886-05-28
& TRIAL OF FAlTIL

"What | consider the essential element
of happiness in any love affair is the
supreme faith and perfect trust of the
one in the other" said the heroine in a
voice that in II moderately pretty girl
would have seemed authoritative but not
in splendid creature as tall and stately
as Tennyson's Maud, with red brown
hair, dark violet eyes, and mouth
shaped like Cupid's bow. mo matter
what appearances are against him, no
matter if time or distance or malicious
tongues separate, the woman should trust.
Since | have become engaged"
Engaged to do what, Florence"
asked Jacks sister, with her irreverent
giggie. But what could you expect of
little understood creature, with turned
up nose, and pair of green eyes as in
quisitive as an interrogation point2
'When | think that you and Jack are
really to be married, it does seem too ridic-
ulous; he just gone into the Senior at Yale,
and you just out of school last June. And
then such lot of swt tethearts as he has
had j.! There were Emily Hazen, and
Marie De Br, Sc, and last year Profe, sor
Peters daughter-the youngest one, with
the big back eyes, that giggled. And
to hear you, the Veriest Spithre in school,
when you get Jealous, talking about love
and trust and faith Now, my lady,
don't get vexed; it's all 'badinage and
persiflage, as the woman of society would
say. I'm merely watching the miracle of
love-
Il am eighteen years of age, Susie
lane, and your brother is-ah, twenty
one; we are neither of us children; and,
beside, I'm not going to have you making
fun of me this way, and ridiculing every
thing shall never tell you anything
again as long as | live. thought you
sympathized-
"Oh, Florence, don't cry" cried the
scoffer, melted and distressed in turn
"Do let's sit down on this log, and tell
us all alb mt it. Bert is dying TO hear,
and has been pinching me black and blue
ever since we started. Don't mind me
you know BERTHE and | are nothing but
miserable school girls in scrubby clothes,
and know nothing but chemistry, and
moral and men al philosophy, and French
and German and the sciences, and En- =
lish literature and Art; don't be bashful
before us"
"Oh, hush, Sue," cried Bertie; eve
are tired of you and your nonsen e, !
want to have real sensible, sentimental
| time Let's sit right here wish had
my sketch book. How deep the wood
! is, and how soft the shadows, aud that
bank of ferns, and the great boulder Gov
| cred with lichen' See the water fall
wonder, and that half-charrcd log. All,
this is the very forest of Arden. Come,
dear, tell us all abo 1t it,
"Wcll, said the heroine, ''it happened
at this very spot, yesterday afternoon,
| just before he left on the p NJ train
Indeed ! just can't tell you the very
words, girls, because it's kind of sacred
but he vowed he bad never cared ont
straw for Emily Hazen or Marie DeBrese,
and as for that Peters girl, he positively
scorned her, locked veiy uninterested
and digniied, and said really didn't
know why he should make me his C nfi
dante, though | was Sues friend and
staying in his house, and all that, and ht
pumped right down there where you are
sitting, Bertie, and kissed my hand anG
told me No, I Just won't; bat h,
talked perfectly beautifully about trusr
and faith, and how must believe il
him, even though he were far, far away
at Yale, and here in Pennsylvania And
he said We must remember we were t.
gether in heart though the hills lie be
tween
He got that out of my scrap book,
said Sue, conscientiously. 'But it came
in very we'll Jack is very tidy boy
and really believe he is in love thi
time, and l hope you will trust him
Florence Let's go home and get int
his top drawer, and turn out the me
mentos of the past. Do you know tha
the other day l stepped in while you aut
he were discussing constancy on th,
veranda, aud | found twenty differen
locks of hair in one corner of the bureau
every color of the rainbow except gra,
and all mixed up, so that they looked
like Joseph's coat or rag carpet"
'Don't mind Sue, Florie dear, sale
little BERTHE, comrortingly. II saw them
and there wasn't strand of red auburn
mean---in the lot.
* do not mind either of you, sal,