Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-08-25
Her heart seemed, indeed, to be melt
ed by grief into tears.


--Oopha gently rocking back and forth
with gentle breeze to fan Xynta's
flushed face. and toy with her hair
Not for long that strong young
heart of Xynta's reused itself. and
after awhile they went in-those lone
iy ones, and. sitting in the little parlor,
talked long and lovingly of events
transpired-of the mothers death of
the renting of the little cottage, and
the going away tomorrow.
''Carle has promised to bring his
team over aud take our things down
in the morning" whispered Xynta !;
aud as she said it slight flush came
to her cheek, which paled again.
Oopha noticed this but without COM
ment.
Early next morning Xynt;. and
Oopha were astir.
AT last all were ready.
Carle came in wagon for the lug
gage, and light cart for them.
Xynta couldn't help crying II bit, so
while she and Oopha were thus en-
gagged, Carle got their tickets and
checks for them.
The coming train is heard and all
repair to the platform near the track.
Goodbye, Carle. Thank you very
much. Come to see me- when you
can," and Xynta, smiling through
tears, holds out her hand to Garlic.
"Good-bye, dear little Xynta, good
bye"
They are in the train and Xynta is
waving her handkerchief out of the
window to Garlic.
A long sad journey it is for these
two.
When they arrive at Mooretield-
alas, it is raining, and the sky is over
cast with angry clouds. Worse than
all, there is no one to meet them.
"Oopha, we shall have to walk, It's
seven miles aud muddy, so come along,
quick. l don't suppose aunt got my
letter."
81 'spect she did, muttered Oopha.
"You know you cannot walk, Miss
Xyntie. Why you ought to be in bed
Il don't think we can possibly get
a carriage, Oopha, but try at the ticket
window"
Thither they went.
"Do you know if we can get con-
veyance to Miss Forymer's ?"
"No'm," briefly.
"None at all p questioned Nynta,
eagerly.
The man looked up to reply as be-
fore, but did not. Perhaps Xynta S
pretty sad face attracted HIM. | have
heard of hard-hearted men being
softened by woman's beauty. In this
little case he thought awhile.
"Jem might drive you, but he
charges a lot and hasn't very good
wagon and"-
They thanked him hastily, and, 60
ing to tle hut pointed out, asked of a
feeble man sitting at the door-''does
Jem live here9''
"Reckon he do, now, cause I'm
Jem," and Jem laughed loudly at his
own remark.
"Will you drive us and our luggage
over to Miss Forymer'sg p asked
Oopha.
"How much you goin' to pay me ~
suggested Jem.
"What do you charge ?"
"Well. lady, l is got a dreadful
rheumatism, and is just drove lady
five miles for five dollars, an as you
have luggages, an my ole wagon Is
shacklin', and | think you'll hev to
pay eight dollars. Where der yer
wantter go ;"
ITO Miss Clematia Forymer's, =
answered Xynta, who had stood by
listening wearily to Jem's talk.
"Miss Forymer's :" exclaimed Jem
''really what you want to go there
for 9-she's the meanest woman ever
see. Well, I'll get out Pete and Jim. =
A long, long drive through the muddy
lanes, with the dripping trees over
head, which, when they pa sed
under, would shower them with rain
drops.
Arrived at last
They managed someway to get out
without breaking their bones. Direct
ing the man to put the trunks at the
gate, they went up the neat grave
walk between rows of well kept flower
beds.
And this was Xynta's new home.
Miss Clematia Forymer was hard
woman there was no doubt of it. In
her life had been suffering, but, as hel
neighbors uncharitably id-''it need
not have made Miss Clematia such q
stern woman" Her story was sad
one. When a young lady she had
plighted her troth with a gallant gen
tleman. Their parents owned adjoin
ing estates, and were both wealthy
The course of true love seemed to rul
very smoothly until, alas the grea,