The Norfolk Virginian. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 186?-189?, 1895-04-14


'o"!F IA. i"oini son I.,.y nave been
urged to this under the dclusion that
he was saying something very hnmor-
Gus, secondhand though he knew it To
be
He had barely uttered the word,
WHEN hc caught Il look from JUNE that
made him feel just as if he had struck
her violent blow in the face with hi,
clcnchcd fist. 1t was the same look of
the hunted favn that has been men
toned before in this true tale. lie was
heartily ashamed OF il, but did not go
10 Julie with humble apologies and con.
tritcly beg her pardon as he should
have done
When the work in the church was
completed Julie accompanied school
time friend and ehum to her home in
the village ami remained until time for
services the following day, Easter Sun
day. Then she went home with the
others, in the family carriage, to
Chimquapin lil.
Sometimes when things start the
wrong way it seems that the track is
fabricated TO facilitate swiftness.
1t had been arraagcd that Joe Thomp-
son was To go to a distant city. in due
time, to take place i'll business with q
maternal uncle who was the head of a
great manufacturing establishment. y
contingency had arisen in the estab-
hShmcnt that made ii necessary for him
TO start on the Monday morning. sue
coeding Easter Sunday, in obedience
TO sudden message.
On his way, in the early morning, to
the village where he was to take pas
sage, Joe called at Chinquapin Hill to
say ''good-by," and also, let us hope. 10
apologize to Julie for his almost brutal
words OF the Saturday before.
Julie was i'll and not knowing that he
was going SO far away so suddenly did
not see him.
Love is exceedingly sensitive and is
eminently powerful in constructing
mountains from mole hills.
Joseph thompson as he pursued his
way, rupiuating upon the subject.
concluded, of course, that Julie was
angry with him, when, indeed, she had
never been angry in her life, though,
truth to tell, She was still suffering
from the blow he had given. lie made
some poor excuses for himself to him.
self, but the foundation that upheld him
i'll it all was that he would smooth
matters over, ii necessary, III his let
tiers, and he would see her i'll the sum.
mcr, Besides, SIR. Joseph Thompson
felt very much clatcd, somewhat con
ccited and altogether self-satisticd. Us
rural young men nearly always do
under anything like similar circum-
stances. He felt proud, indeed, TO think
that the city could not, very well, get
along without him.
II transpircd that the inexperienced
Joseph fitted the city too well, but his
unclc's business not closely enough
The story is so old that to repeat it
would seem TO be a waste OF time, not
to speak OF its commonplaccncss. Joc's
letters were just like all such letters
for a time, and then they fell off Just
rs letters do when young men from
the country start in the city on the
pace that kills. Joes dismissal from
his unclc's service brought him con
seriousness of disgrace. lie went else
whore indeed far of into the vest
to accept IA situation obtained under
the influence OF boon companion.
'B'N hduItS brought more Dad results
ana thus the years went on. Home and
Julie had become q bcfogged memory.
But Julie herself kept On in her dcvo-
ton to the little chapel and with Joe
beside it in her heart, while the hunted
look in her eyes became more and more
frequent, and she grew to be the little
old maid that She was, always expect
ing that Joe would come some day, and
then dear, old, big brother John would
quit joking her about the lost sweet
heart of "wey back .yonder.n