Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-06-21

hat over his eyes and gave way 10 melanchoivs
His road home could be made to loop In Aunt
Violet's cabin by making circuit of some miles
This circuit he resolved to make in order TO ieave
the old woman a present he had bought her out
of his hard earnings He had pegged away at
hack literature that winter bythe-bye. Tomorrow
he would go back to the city. There was nothing
to keep him here now
Violet accented the donation with dignity.
Then she proceeded to discuss Miss Angel. she
gwine marry de rich gemman from de Norf she
announced 81 heerd it from good hearers SO
knows it's troo."
Let lis be thankful he is rich man. lha1
ought to go a long way. .
Rich as gold, an young an kind an nan sum,
proceeded Violet stoutly.
AT this crisis appeared Angela on the scene,
coming through the cabin, having walked across
fields from Oak Hill, her habit tossed over her
arm She stifed a cry of JOY at seeing pyhck-
ney and nipped also in the bud an eager running
forward to meet him with her hands outstretched,
as she realized the intense, rigid, forbidding
look on his face, The smile died from her eyes
and from her mouth. She had found Pynckneys
photograph in her pocket, and had been on the
point of cross-questoning him as to how IL came
there All that came into her head now instead
was to remember that beneath the portrait was
written "Goodby.' In the sudden plt'erness Vi
her heart she said to herself she would take MIN
at his word She gave Aunt Violet what she mad
brought her. and retraced her steps forthwith
with suspicious smiles and complaisance
The next day dawned bright and clear TOT our
Angela turned two ways by pity and affection
pity for the one affection for the other, OF her
two lovers The fresh sweet hours of the morn
ing found her in her flower garden cutting roses.
OF these she made two wreaths one red tfor III
the red rose CLOVIS the heart of love-, the otner
white. And directly after breakfast, across the
fields, skirting the woods, she walked TO tne peau
tiful country church yard where generations vi
Talbots and Pynckneys and Shirleys and camp
bells and Sotherns were laid
There was one Campbell the father OF JACK,
her friend of today, who had been Drougnt 10
this lovely last resting place from battie-heid
near by, where he had fallen at the head OF ms
regiment of United States troops Every year'
when. loving hands had placed sarands on ,le
graves of those who persisted in the southern
cause this grave had remained Undecided save
by the universal daisies and the catholic vloiets
His own kindred lived afar now, MS memory
green in their hearts, but the place OF his snpui
ture forsaken But this year Angela laid on this
lonely shrine her wreath of white roses poor
lack, She had been unable to give him what he
coveted; but she had given him her trlenoship'
and out of that grew tenderness and charity
And then passing on, she laid her crimson
roses ON another grave. where Pynekney Talhots
father lay who fell, under Lee at Chanceiorsvliie
AS she stood here. with aching, heavy heart,
quick step sounded beside her. She started looked
I'M Pynckney! And this time the quick blush,
the welcoming smile, rushed over her race TOO
impetuously to be hastily dismissed. This time.
however 1t was Pynckney who eagerly extended
both hands which she did not refuse.
Walking home she showed him the photograph
of himself which she still carried. and demanded
an explanation Let it suffice that this proved
satisfactory
OF course 1t all came out, then and there, that
she was not engaged to Jack; that she never
could be: that she cared for some one else--all
this elected gradually
The next day Angela and Pynckney stroed
over to Aunt Violet's to break the news to her.
I can not conceal the fact that this was severe
disappointment to the old woman which, OF course,
was no more than her due for having favored the
wrong man.
After all however, it was all as Violet had said
Jack was rich, young, handsome, and Pynckney,
a1tbouoh younp and perhapS moderately hand