Year: 1875

here in time to bid you good-by. Tn
sorry the committee think you toe


young for the place. They've given il


to Miss Cynthia. Really, il would be


very dull for you, very. I told you ]


had something very particular to say
to you-didnt /? You remember,
see. l didn't think you would.
wanted to say that I've really enjoyed
Your little visit to this place SO much.
Ladies society is treat to poor old
bachelor doctor, who expects to be a
bachelor all his life, by the way. You
know what the society here is, Miss
DImple, aud you've quiet frightened
the summer for me. I've had a treat.
SO that's what l wanted to tell you, and
to bid you last good-by."


Good by, DR.. Purl, " said May, with
smile.


The man who had made such despe-
rate love to her the other day, who had
defined his intentions toward her in a
manner no girl could misunderstood,
had slipped calmly and smoothly cut of
the affair, and she could match him in
GOODNESS, girl as she was.


They shook hands.


"Adieu," said the doctor, with the
true Partisan accent, and jumped into
his gig, thanking heaven that he had
escaped making an offer TO poor girl.


The heiress stood by the gate where
he had left her, thanking heaven much
more devoutly for her escape. Yet [
shall not say she was happy. It was
not in nature for she had believed this
man her true and earnest lover. The
first bitter thoughts that had ever
troubled her young heart filled it now;
her first glimpse of real life was taken.
As she stood there she began to doubt
that there was such a thing as true love.


A tear or two fell she wiped them
away; and through the mist that yelled
her eyes, she saw a bright, ardent young
face, strangely Y IN contrast with the cool,
formal, unmOved cOuutenance, with its
handsome features and pracLiced smile,
that had just passed from before her
vision. 1t was the face of Marcus
MoreIand and before she was aware Of
his intention he had passed his arm
about her waist and kissed her.


IF L never may again, l must now."
he said. "I have never dared to tell
you while [ thought you SO rich, but
I've loved you since the first day we
met. We are both poor let me fight
the battle of life for you. can do it
l will do 1t. God always prospers love
like mine"


The twilight shadows were creeping
over the scene. The distant mountains
were losing the faint rose tips that they
had worn. All was still save for the
distant tinkle of a COW bell. A soft,
sweet breeze swept up from the mead
ows, full of fragrance of grass and
clover. Did these things bring the
sudden calm ami sweetness to Mays
wounded heart


She stood still making Marcus no an
swer, but she did not repulse him.


" Tell me that you like nae a little.
pleaded the boy.


81 do like you, Marcus" said May
4" but don't ask me any more just now.
can't tell you why, but this is not the
time. I-l-just say good-by now,
Marcus. 1 must go away tomorrow,
but L will write to you"


Remember, my love is life or death
to me-" said Marcus, and so they
parted.


One day when May felt that she had
no longer any thing but scorn for her
fortune hunting doctor, she did write
to Marcus Moreland, and VIII It she said
may be inferred from the fact that they
are to be married when the next spring
comes; and that the people at the store,
and doubtless the doctor also, already
know that Farmer Parsons pretty
young bOarder was really and actually
an heire5s, and that Farmer Parsons, a
shrewd old man with plenty of good
sense, knew and approved of the ruse
that tested the heiress's lovers all along.