The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-06-12

CITY yt1Us e0c Dlu3HfA up 70 tN1 44ttlc
curls Of her forehead and locked rather
conscious
That afternoon she thought she would
| 90 into the woods 70 see II she could find
Some late arbutus When she reached
| the top Of the hill she found a beautiful
bed OF mayHowers. which had come out
/ late, as they were under a pine tree,
which kept off the sun. As she was
bending over the flowers. pulling of the
dead leaves which covered them, she
heard deep voice humming:
| o. do ron remember sweet Alice, Ben Boifs
Sweet Alice with hair 50 brown?
! Looking up she saw Robert Deane not
very far from her. Just at that moment
he saw her and came toward her So to-
gelher they gathered the arbutus and
when Robert said that picking may
| flowers seemed to be the most appropri-
ate thing in the world for her to do, she
was 80 like them, she turned pinker
than the pinkest Of the flowers in her
hand. And then he added: Il never
kneM how beautiful the arhutus WAS hez
fore. After they had gathered all the
blossoms uuder the pine tree. Robert
wanted to go up higher on the mountain
to see II there were not some flowers
there So they did not get home till
suppcr-time and Dorothy, who was tlsu-
ally very capable about the house
seemed rather distracted that evening.
As the days went on, Robert Deane
still stayed in Framleigh. The simple
old deacon, in speaking to the minister's
wife about him, said: sit does seem
mighty queer about Cousin Roberts
| eyes. The doctors told him he wouldn't
need to rest them for more than week
or so, and here he isn't able. to go back
Cambridge yet; bit he does seem
mighty content here"
May changed TO June and still he
I stayed. He acquired great interest in
walking, and he and Dorothy used TO
take long rambles on the mountains or
by the quiet little river. He told her
| about his past life, his hopes and ambi-
lions, and to this country girl, who had
had no inter SITS outside OF the little
village. itSsecmed as If new world had
opened.
One morning when she was working
in the kitchen the old knocker went in
| such vigorous way, that she hurried
to the door with her apron. on. She
found Robert Deane there looking pale
and anxious. She had hardly time 10
say Good morning" before he began:
Il have just had a letter saying that my
mother is very sick. must go homo.
Cousin Nathaniel is going to drive me
:, to Dayton and am going right on. He
is out here waiting. But | couldn't go
without seeing You. May write to
you, Dorothy?' Dorothy very softly
and blnshingly told him how sorry she
was that his mother was sick, and that
he might write to her if he wanted to.
Then with an earnest, lingering look
and gentle pressure of her hand, he
was gone. leaving Dorothy in a very be-
wildered state of mind.
Shs stayed in the house for several
days and then she began to go to the
post-offiee. At first she asked the good
old postmaster if there was any mail,
demurely with happy, conscious little
blush. Then, as the days went ON and
no letter came, she would ask with an
anxious, nervous manner%poor Dorothy
/ Although she was faithful in her visits
to the post-oilice, she received no letter,
and after time all the pretty pink
went out of her face and it grew pale
and had a pathetic expression. She
always cherished faint hope that she
should hear from Robert, and although
one of the most well-to-do young men
OF Framleigh was urgent in his proposals
Of marriage and the squire would gladly
/ l. 49, 1t. Ia, 10
told them it could never be.
-
1t was bright June morning Miss
Dorothy, now nice old lady of sixty,
was picking roses off the large old
cinnamon rosc-bush at her back door.
! Although her face was not so youthful
looking as it was that afternoon when
she gathered May flowers with Robert
Dcanc forty years before, yet it was
still very attractive, with its clear, kind
feyes, its sweet mouth and just trace Of
the roses that used to bloom in hei
checks. Perhaps it was partly hci
kindly~face that made all the children
Of Framleigh love Miss Dorothy-Aunt
4 Dorothy, as they called hcr-and no real
aunt ever had more regard and love
than she did. Her life was not an I'M
happy, lonely one, for it was so full o.
j kindness and blessings to others thai
she was happy and content.
A few years after Robert Deane had
gone from Fram1oigh, she had heard
that he had married rich Boston girl
Only about year after she had read O
his death. While practicing at the lros
pital, he had taken some contagious dis
case. That was all she knew abou
him. She had never received a wore
from him. Although at first her hear
had been bitter toward Robert, yet, al
time went ON. her feelings had soltenet
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and now she thohgnt OF MN IN iona