The Newtown bee., 1901-12-06
FOSTER, BESSIE g. co,
 Bridgeport Conn.

cent; oak shadows tell no tales; the moonlight, darting lances of flame through dim rccesses of mysterious leaves, even peeping stars keep secrets; and Nature, most tolerent chaperon, kindly closes her eyes when Youth and Love would dance along the perilous edge of life.
 Oh, Mystery, thou sweetest, tender est, yet most unapproachable of the poets! AS the souls of David and Jon athan were plaited together in bosom friendship, thou dostknit in one breast the loving and sublime; thy reserve, thy delicacy, thy reverie, thy withhold ing of publicity, thy condolences are the hood and veil which lure the mind and entice the imagination and lead on the heart of humanity to the very verge of Inhnitude!
 "NO, l cannot do that: what would pap and mother say? No cannot, "the girl repeated, with d slight tremOr in her voice, which did not mean inde- cSion, but simply regret that she must deny him.
 His voice was husky from the passion in his soul as he pleaded now earnestly.
 ''Annie! Dearest Annie. Your father is with the Unionists. My sym pathies are on the Confederate side. He will never consent that you should marry one without means and one who sympathiZes with SecessiOnists, and would join those he calls rebels. Re- fuse me now and 1 shall enlist with the mounted battalion of Southern troops expected here at sunrise to- morrow. They want men especially who come mounted. The colt, you know, will be just what I want.''
 The tears rushed to the girls eyes; she pressed her hands to her face with sudden emotion.
 "Mose, how cruel you are."
 He went on, as if nothing could check the torrent of his strong feeling.
 "Is it because I am not rich like Sid ney Graham up wonder at the Springs?"
 drew herself up proudly to her full height.
 "Mose Martin. if you want me to hate you do not dare to say such things as that!'
 Her tone was proud and angry at first and then fell to a note of tender regret.
 He was too impulSive to interpret the graduations of a woman's love.
 Ut is because am poor; have no money: have never been to college; have no chance to be doctor or a lawyer; you despise your fathers calling: you are above living where you were born; and you spurn your fathers hired ap- i prcntice!'
 These were bitter words, and they came from a heart of bitterness.
 The girl went on weeping silently. Once or twice she essayed to speak, and her voice broke into SobS rather than words. Then she mastered it with ef- fort.
 | "olltlCi II you CdlI lOFC IilC dU all to talk to me So,' she faltered. 1 The rcprOach was sorrowful. min gling tenderness and dignity of one un- justly wounded.
 But the masculine mood relents slug gishly. The young man stood, irreSO- lute whether to go or stay.
 Then the girl calmed her sorrow, and said, slowly:
 II had never thought of that. You do me wrong But, Nose, if you had hundred dollars even, and made me know that you really loved me, would go straight to pap and mother and tell them SD. And 1 would say to them that that was enough to rent the ten acre patch on Abrams Creek and buy us d horse and some corn and meat and il blow and d spinning wheel and bread-tray: and with the colt and a years truck and what we could raise in the garden-what more could we want to start With?'
 The snftencd youth raised his head as his speech proceeded and started toward his sweetheart.
 Then the realization of the hopeless ness of his acquiring anything like as much as a hundred dollars stopped him. The sweet, smplehearted girl bad all ,InconciOuSly erected an insur- nnnuntablc barrier between them.
 The tramp of horses sounded from the road just beyond the zig-zag fence: they thought of the Confederate caval- ry riding thither; and hand in hand, a