Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-06-13
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ing her hands behind her head
Done, and pretty well done," she con-
tinued.
Her loose sleeves fell away from her pref
ty round arms. Her fresh young throat
was particularly lovely just under her chin.
She gazed dreamily toward the ceiling and
smiled. She had written the last word of
her graduating essay, and she was satisfied
with it. The subject had been entirely of
her own selection, and its treatment orig
inal She had chosen "The Blues"
The same evening, 100 miles away, an
another girl, equally pretty and quite a.
young was enacting scenes even more i'm
portant. Hortense Moore was a notable
person in the town In which she lived. 1t
was little town, but the friends Of Hor-
tense believed that she would anywhere be
distinguished by her good sense and good
looks. Her father and mother were not
rich, indeed nobody was rich In the village,
but their piety made them prominent in
the church to which they belonged, and
their pastor was their next door neighbor.
The pastors son was home for a few weeks
vacation He had been teaching school
and expected the next fall to go to college.
Bascom Brown was his name. and he was
as fine fellow of 81 rs is ever SEEN
"Come in and be sociable Bascom," said
Mr.. Moore Hospitality and with the free
dom from formality peculiar to his habits.
Although it was their first meeting, BIAS
com was excusable In order to distinguish
the youth from his father.
"Hortense Moore is likely girl" said
Mrs brown To her son.
Ba com pecped through the parlor win
dow Stats at Al group of young women talk
ing and laughing on the next doorstep.
lie selected one as prominently pleasing.
and when he found that he had preferred
Hortense he agreed with his mother.
1t was the easiest thing in the world for
these two To fall in love with each other.
Disinterested observers said they made a
handsome pair. The girls did not try to
rival IIortense. They agreed that she was
the one To choose. The young men of the
vicinity admitted that Hortense Moore had
found her mate at last.
The night when this love affair reached
aclimax the two young people had gone
TO the well which was between their respec-
tive homes. 1t was one Of those pictur-
esque old structures with four posts sup
porting root Two buckets on q mossy
chain alternately went up and down. 1t
was dark night, but both Bascom and
Hortense were familiar with the place.
The young man struck a match and held
IL over the tin cup to be sure of its pure
contents before he gave It to his sweet
heart. The flash of light struck her face,
displaying its unusual beauty. He was
ready to say it anyway, so while the match
flckered he said:
Darling. love you'll"
Seeing her waver and look doubtful, he
added:
with true love Will you marry mei"
When the satisfied girl graduate was
looking up at the ceiling smiling at her
task completed, this other girl, 100 miles
away, was leaning on her lovers breast,
whispering;
"Oh, Bascom, do you think l am good
enough for your You are so smart and are
going to college You know amt edu-
Gated"
But Bascom replied:
Hush, dearest; your beauty. your natu-
raj intelligence, your loveliness, make you
worthy of better man than I shall ever
be-"
Commencement exercises at the Central
Young Women's college were a. fine as
usual, and the young lady who read the
sprightly production on "The Blues" re-
ceived concentrations from the press. Her
witticisms were widely quoted, and one
of the complimentary newspapers fell into
the hands of Bascom Brown.
Eva Pearsonf' he exclaimed why,
that Is my boyhood's sweetheart We sat
across the aisle in the same schoolroom.
Often sent her little love letters"
Then he reread the notice Of her gradua-
tion. II was not quite so conventional as
the usual newspaper reports, and he felt in
clined to believe that her merit deserved
even more than was said. He unused over
. H., Ton fnr lay N
ceived a letter i'm August which made her
cry out:
"Bascom Brown, my little loverl I al
ways liked him He has heard of my grad
uating essay and asks II | will let him
read it."
So the thick Ms. went through the post,
and Bascom had 20 pages of her very own
handwriting to con.
This opened correspondence, and when
young Brown went to college that Septem-
ber he wrote now "A letter to Miss Eva Pear
son and then letter to Miss Hortense
Moore Soon he began to notice that when
he addressed Eva his pen knew no bounds,
but when 1t was time to write to Hortense
he racked his braA to find something to
say
A visit to Eva WIS next in order. Oh,
what treat it wasl She was not a blue
stocking (there are 20. such things now,
but She could talk nicely about everything.
and still better she could listen so well.
Bascom was bewitched. When he returned
TO college, he sighed like a furnace" f" and
there, confronting him, was letter from
his betrothed. Conscience awoke So after
20 attempts he sent Eva "A coldly formal
letter. Now, this young woman knew what
was due her. She was surprised and indig
nant She wrote:
please, sir. explain your sudden change,
or IL that is impossible prepare yourself for
my friendship to become contempt"
Alas, what could he dol
Hortense waited in vain, and Eva re-
ceived an outpouring of his heart.
"How shan I actr' he asked. you
have all my love, but am held by an irk'
some promise"
Eva answered: Formal truth can never
satisfy any woman. 1t may seem cruel to
utter, but the woman you love Is the only
woman TO whom you can he true"
IL was statement of fact, but in this
case 1t did not seem disinterested.
That was 10 years ago.
"Hortense Moore was once pretty GIRL"
tay her neighbors, but she Is wearing her
self out at dressmaking."
Truly sewing all day and crying half
the night will make beauty fade.
Mrs. Bascom Brown has three rosy chill
dren. She is scarcely less blooming than
they Sometimes she alludes, rather light
ly, TO her husbands old sweetheart. When
she does, he frowns.
Thus the story was written-a little sad,
true story, not unworthy OF tear.
A friend called whom | allowed to read
the Ms. At the last word she exclaimed.
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