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

lOuuk utCtUtuiI.
The young man assisted the mother
into the saddle. The daughter clung
lightly to his arm and the little pro-
cession moved slowly down the long
hill and into tho starlcss depths OF the
bottom. They travelled carefully, for
Mrs. Chalmers was not n good horse
woman. 1t was an hour before they
reached the farmhouse.
An hour An hour is IN epoch, an
age, an eternity. Love, which never
dies, is born, nourished anil reaches
maturity in an hour.
There was camp meeting in
progress at the log house in the valley.
On the last Sunday OF the meeting,
which happened to be also the last day
of the Chslmerses' 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 u
serious, grand face. The Inter had
been guest nt the hotel for only
three weeks, or since the two Indies
had been abandoned Oh the mountain
side by their drunken driver.
On the afternoon Of this Sunday tho
two younger members of the party
were half way mp the long hill which
leads from the valley to the ridges.
They were stsnding silently side by
side looking down into the valley.
There was great white tent, tab
ernacle, indeed, near the log housa,
andn score os smaller white tents about
the large one. Through the trees thc
people could be seen moving about
like pigmies.
at is beautiful nnl peaceful
scene," said Miss Chalmers, softly.
The young man was silent and she
presently continued, with some hesita.
tion:
al have never thanked you--1
hardly know how--for your kindness
that first day in the church when |
made such an embarrassing mistake. "
at was nothing; do rot think
OF It,"
"But I 10 think of Is; it was u great
deal to me, and want you to remsm-
ber---you know we are going away to-
mnrrow---I want You 90 remem Der that
/ appreciate it Ny predicament was
almost as bad rs it was that night
when you again
"l beg you," hs b-oke in, "not to
mention those things again"
She was silent. tie turned to her
Suddenly, abruptly, almost roughly,
and asked:
".Are you rich?"
She tremblei little, but did not
re0iy.
"l an surprised tiat You asked
that question:" she said gently at
is unworthy OF you; it is painful to
me-"
Forgive me-" he said, humbly.
ooh, my dear, love you, and L am
poor. Your beauty and your good
ness make you long way above me,
and l have hoped that you were not
rich. But adore You. want you
TO carry that memory away in your
heart. l adore you. Some time I
will come and ask You TO marry me.
Iol will have known me longer;
my prospects will be brighter. will
come and take you by the hand like
this, my dea-. will say: 4 love you
dearly; have loved you since that
first day in the mountains. 1 will love
Won forever. Will you he my wife?'
When l ask you that question, when
my soul waits for an answer, what viii
you say to me, dear?"
She was palid; she dare not look
at him.
''Is there no grain of hope for M?
Oh, love, will you tell .ee what your
answer will he on that day?"
With a supreme effort sue raised her
eyes 10 his face. She tried to speak
she was speechless out her lips formed
T. single word:
eyes"