The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-09-28
tired. Indeed, I will walk" said the

The young man assisted the mother
into the saddle. The daughter clung
lightly to his arm and the little pro-
ccssion moved slowly down the long
hill and into the starlcss depths OF the
bottom. They travelled carefully, for
Mrs. Chalmers WAS not good horse
woman. II was an hour before they
reached the farmhouse.
An hourl An hour is nm epoch, an
age, an eternity. Love, which never
dies, il born, nourished anil reaches
maturity in an hour.
There was camp meeting in
progress Mt the log house in the valley.
On the last Sunday OF the meeting,
which happened to be also the last day
of the Chalmcrses' visit in the noun
tains, party from the chief hotel
visited the revival. The party was
composed OF Mrs Chalmers, Miss
Chalmers and tall young man with a
serious, grand face. The latter had
heen guest at the hotel for only
three weeks, or since the two ladies'
had been abandoned Oh the mountains
side by their drunken driver
On the afternoon of this Sunday the
two younger members of the party
were half way Mp the long hill which
leads from the valley to the ridges.
They were standing silently side by
side looking down into the valley.
There was great white tent, tab
ernacle, indeed, near the log house,
aud n score os smaller white tents about
the large one. Through the trees the
people could be seen moving about
like pigmies.
''lt is beau,iful nnl peaceful
scene" said Miss Chalmers, softly.
The young man was silent and she
presently continued, with some hesita.
ton:
al have never thanked you--l
hardly know how-for your Kindness
that first day in the church when
made such Gn embarrassing mistake. -
at was nothing; do rot think
OF it."
"But do think of Is; it was great
deal to me, and | want you to remem-
ber---you know we are going away to-
mnrrow---I want you TO remember that
appreciate it. Ny predicament was
almost rs bad rs II was that night
when you again"
al beg you," h, b-oke in, "not to
mention those things again.
She was silent. He turned to her
suddenly, abruptly, almost roughly,
and asked:
"Are you rich?"
She trenrblei little, but did not
reoiy
"l I'm surprised that you asked
that question:" she said gently; at
is unworthy of you, it is painful to
me-"
"Forsive me-" he said, humbly.
ooh, my dear, 1 love you, and j am
poor. Your beauty and your good
ness make you long way above me,
and have hoped that you were not
rich. But l adore you. l want you
to carry that memory away in your
heart. l adore you. Some time 1
will come and ask you TO marry me.
Yol will have known me longer;
my prospects will be brighter. [ will
come and take you by the hand like
this, my dear. | will say: Il love YOU
dearly; l have loved You since that
first day III the mountains. / will love
vou forever. Will you be my wife?'
When l ask you that question, when
my soul waits for AN answer, what will
you say to me, dear?"
She was palid; she dare not look
nj him.
'Is there no grain OF hope for M?
Or, love, will You tell .ce what your
answer will be on that day?"
With q supreme effort snc raised her
eyes to his face She tried 10 speak
she was speechless; but her lips formed
single word:
eyes"