Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-09-18
Tor a long time, Mr.. Stanley said; for.
ne could not spare his little girl

! II Aiioie Dilter leellng toward
the North than did Mr.. Stanley. At
the call for volunteers he and Harold
were among the first to answer. The
greater part of their fortune was de-
voted to the cause they loved.
Deane was left with her aunt and
the servants at her beautiful home
Her lover urged a speedy marriage,
but 1T was bitterly opposed by her
father, and also by the elder Mr..
Carew, who said that his son should
not marry the daughter of rebel.
We pass over the long months that
followed, until the day after the battle
OF Gettysburg. Deane Stanley stood
on the wide veranda in front Of her
fathers house scanning with blanched
face daily paper. Her eye travelled
rapidly down the list of killed and
wounded, and near the bottom of the
page she read these words: KILLED on
the first day of the battle, William
Stanley and Harold, his son."
A wild cry escaped her as she fell
insensible to the floor. Her aunt and
faithful old servant lifted her ten
derby and carried her to her room,
where she lay white and unconscious
for two days. Near the close of the
second day she opened her eyes and
saw her aunt beside the bed.
Father, Harold" she said. "What
is it, Auntie? Did / dream? OH |
remember it now. Father in heaven,
help me, for have no father on earth. !"
Courage, child,' whispered her
aunt. Your father was a brave man.
Remember You are a soldiers daugh-
ter, and be strong"
Il will try, but let me cry now or my
heart will break"
She wept for hours, until worn out
with grief, then fell asleep and did not
wake until the morning sun streamed
throuf b the window. She arose, aud
dressed, and descended to the sitting
room. There she found letter upon
the stand, and recognized her lovers
writing. She uttered little prayer of
thankfulness that in her hour of sorrow
there was one loving heart upon which
she could lean. She broke the seal
and read these words:
MISS STASLEY:-Giye me back my free
so great rebel. FIRED CAREw."
She did not faint or cry out, but went
back to her room, moving like one in a
dream. She drew her betrotlial ring
from her finger and put it in package
with Fred's letter. In firm hand she
addressed the parcel, and, calling a
servant, she gave it to him to post.
A dead weight settled around her
heart and from that hour to the morn
ing that our story opens Deane Stanley
did not shed tear.
When the war was over there was
nothing left of the Stanley fortune.
The beautiful home was laid in ashes,
and she who had been so happy there
was homeless and almost friendless.
At first she prayed for death, but death
does not always come when we want it,
and she went to the city to seek en-
ployment Her musical talent soon
gained her position in a school for
young Indies. That was five years ago.
Once she had heard of Fred Carew.
A paper was sent to her containing an
account of his marriage. She made no
friends for she had lost faith in friend
ship. People understood her sorrow
and respected it. They saw she wished
to be alone. And now we come back to
the beginning of our story.
The next morning little Deane and
Gypsy were at the gate again.
Good morning, little one said
Deane Stanley with faint smile.
The child looked at her a moment
and said: "You look like the picture in
papa's room when you smile. l never
saw you smile before. Do you know
my papa?"
Deane avoided the question aud said:
II think you had better go in now;
mamma will not like to have you here"
"Ohlm mamma is dead, and papa
will not care if do not go farther than
the gate" replied the child.
Deane hurried on, stopping only to
say good bye.
~Deadlp she repeated "Fred's wife
dead, and he here. Then / must go
away. l thought my heart had turned
to stone, but baby Deane has shone me
my mistake. must go-but where. ?"
"Tbe next day was Saturday, and
there were no lessons. Deane lived
alone except for old Chloe, who had
been her nurse when she was a child,
and who refused TO leave her now. She
sat thinking of the past and dimly of the
future. The faithful old servant came
to the door.
"A gentleman to see you, honey. He
is in the parlor, aud b'lieve its Mars
Fred"
"Deane entered the parlor and stood
white and still before the man who had
wronged her so deeply. He began to
speak. ~Deane, saw you yesterday,
talking to nv child. resolved to go
away at once, but cannot go without
speaking to you. Will you hear me9"
Speak. replied Deane, and motioned
to a chair. He took it and went on:
"Five years ago you sent me my let
ters and ring without word
in explanation. 1t could mean
but one thing. My pride was wounded,
and would not ask you to explain. l
was very unhappy. and at the end of
-. -saldad 10 my fathers entreaties