Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1894-05-30

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carry flowers to the soldiers graves"
Aunt Drusilla looked up from her
sewing, gave scarcely audible sigh
and said nothing Too much excited
To notice this apparent lack of interest
.on the part of her aunt, the elder child
continued the fascinating description
IT the event in which she hoped 10 play
so prominent part In breathless
to'oe, wherein was just a suspicion of
All undercurrenJ of praze, she pro-
ceeded eagerly:
And / am 70 walk first, teacher
says-and we are TO wear white
dresses with bright sashes-it will be
lovely, -
1t won't be quite so lovely if we
haven't any white dresses to wear"
interrupted her little sister Myra, who
was of n practical turn of mind.
Myrtles face fell somewhat at this,
and a moment or two of thoughtful
silence followed. Quickly rallying,
however, she turned TO her aunt as to
person of inexhaustible resources, say
ing confidently:
Aunt Drusilla will fix us some, I
know she will"
mo you don't. Myrtle, Aunt Drusilla
hasn't said she would
''You will, won't you, aunt?" said
Myrtle, coaxingly
you must wait until think 1t over,
children-you know I am not made of
money!
AS this YVES a somewhat common ex-
preston with Aunt Drusilla when
extra drains were made on her pocket
book, and often resulted favorably,
the little girls felt no serious misgiv-
inRs with reference 70 their white
stresses.
Left once more 20 herself Drusilla
Dntinued her work with thoughts
which wandered far from her present
surroundings Time had flown by, car
rying with it one by one OF her old
associates, either on the matrimonial
wave, or to the shore where there is
neither marrying nor giving in mar
riage, and still she, Drusilla Dexter.
remained with an uneventful past and
an apparently joyless future. said
''uneventful;" in that, perhaps erred
taking the general opinion of the
few who thought they knew Drusilla's
history from beginning to end as cri-
terion for the precise truth.
The wise man has truly said: Every
heart knoweth its own bitterness and
a stranger intermeddleth no. with its
joys" and he might have added-its
own secret hopes
Some fifteen years before the date Of
my story, while in her fathers home,
Drusilla cherished. and fell asleep many
night 20 dream of, an ideal of manly
type. No one suspected it-naturally
reserved. she said but d Die Of what
touched her in the tenderest spots.
Hugh Manning. their neighbours son,
was big boy when she first started
for school. His was the friendly hand
upon which she had relied in all her
childish troubles, and out of the album
dapce Of a large-hearted nature he
pever refused 20 help the shy little
maiden whose thanks were often only
an appreciative smile Years passed in
this way until Hugh was a man indeed
and Drusilla q swect-faced maiden
The neighborly companiOnship con-
tinued and Drusilla cared for none
other To see him once in a few days,
even, satisfied her
The distant rumblinRs Of war at last
penetrated the little western village
where they lived, and womep's hearts
failed them, knowing that the call for
their loved ones would surely come
Then Drusilla awoke from the blissful
dream in which she had INDUCED 20 the
reality Of a heartache aud a startling
Consciousness Of the fact which "a
eith6r fraught with much Joy or sor.
row 70 a woman, viz, that her heart
was no longer In her own keeping
irrevocably given 70 another. The call
for men came even sooner than was an
tieipated, and Hugh was one OF the flrut
% offer himself Notwithstanding her