The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1896-03-24

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father and mother of the bride, and
most of the guests were shedding tears
OF sympathy. But no tears moistened
Louise's eyes, not even a shadow
passed over her peaceful features. She
loved her parents but now she was too
happy to feel a single regret at leaving
them. The bridegroom, strange to say,
when the goodbyes were being said
was almost CHASTITY pale, and in his
great blue eyes stood unshed tears.
Though he seemed to be so perfectly
happy hea'so seemed strangely grieved
at leaving. And when they we're driv-
en- away his eyes looked lingeringly
back as if he were conscious of looking
his last.
Two months passed by. Mr.. and
Mrs. L~ynnehurst we're expected home
about the middle Of September and
their, friends we're anxious to see the
tirae roll round.
Louise had written home every week.
Her letters were long, happy ones.
They had been at the Springs seven
weeks and now were rowing among
those beautiful hills reveling n the
loneliness of the scenery.
They had rooms in ahotel right near
a village called Travellerstown, so
named from the vast number of travel
lers and persons seeking picturesque
and mountainous resorts, stopping
there. The country around Travel
! lers5own vas pretty and strange as
nature could make it. TIE little town
nestled at the foot OF a high hill on the
sunny side. Many brooklets gurgled
through it, fruits grew plentifully, pc
culiarly shaped and oddly ColOred
| flowers grew every where, giving out
rarest perfume, and there was plenty
of that pure sweet mountain air that
chases away dulInees and brings vigor.
The Inhabitants were genial and open
hearted, hence the little village was
truly the Travelleretown.
Here it was that Grant Lynnehurst
and his sweet young wife had settled
themselves for at least a month.
Early one morning they started for a
stroll to ''get the freshest flower and
the earliest beatle" the mountains could
give her as Louise had expressed it to
her husband before starting. They
found it very rough and rocky climb
ing the little crooked paths, winding
around and over hills, crossing "a
vines, straying by a brooks edge and
always leading to the prettiest places.
But they were prepared for a climb
among the hills, SO they enjoyed it
keenly. At ev ry turn OF the path
they discovered flowers of different
him and peculiar growth. They c~ma
upon such lovely scenery they QlIte
forgot everything out natures splendid
world. There were dark towering
rocks, rugged and steep while right
close were level grassy spots bcj,wel
led with hOWe.s. A few more steps
brought them IN sight Of some f5wers
Of superior quality growing on the
very edge Of u deep chasm swaying
and noddi0g their hide heads right out
over the dangerous decent with a seem
ing triumphant air as if their admirers
should actually be afraid to venture
close enough to nip them Off. Those
flowers were the very prett.est they
had seen and it stood to reason they
were the most fragrant. Louise wanted
the f)wers and her husband wished to
! get them for her but she was afraid
for him to approach 80 neaS the edge
Of the chasm, as it looked dec living.
The young man hesitated a moment
and said, 1t would be nice to have
ones grave look like that-What ex
quisite green, and what flowers
sprinkIed over it," Louise laughed,
then glancing at her husband her face
suddenly grew serious and she solemn,
Iy answered, Yes" He advanced,
she did not object but stood still.
scarcely breathing. He stepped out to
that velvet green and f)Wer- tringed
bank and reached to pick the choice
flowers when the bank gave way and
down it went, man, flowers and all
with a thud. Louise shrieked out a
terrible cry, but from below there was
not another sound, nos a groan, except
the shrill voice Ofsome mountain birds
as they few away startled from their
nest under the hanging bank ana came
circling slowly back giving curious
shrieks as they viewed the scene with
sadness. Louise ran with terror down
the side Of the hill, over the rocks at