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THE JASPER . v*
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VOL. II
DISENCH ANT1£D.
The time has come, as I knew it must)
She said, when we should part,
Bill I 0 fa.ed to lovo vhen I ceased
trust,
And you cannot break my heart.
Not a/l the stars of my hope are set,
0 hough one is in eoiipse;
Audi know there is truth in the wide
—
world yet
If it he not on your Zips*
Aud thongh I have loved you who can
tell
If you ever had bren so dea*,
But that my heart was prodigal
Of its wealth, andyou were near.
I brought each rich and beautiful thing
From my love’s great treasury;
And I thought in myselt to make a
king
With the robes of roya/ty.
But y«'U Ughtly laid my ora
And you taught me thus to know.
Not every head can wear a crown
That the hands of love bestow
go, take whatever you can from me,
And leave me as you will;
The dear romance and the poesy
Were mine, and I have them still.
T have them still; and even now,
W'Len my fancy has her way,
She can make a king of such as thou,
Or a god of common clay*
“COl)SIN TOM’’
«*Marv. I am astonished!”
O c^nr^e, the grave, elder sister was
astonished, In truth and in fact, she
lived in a chronic state of astonishment*
for Mary Thorne was always doing
something to astonish her friends and
relatives*
Miss Ruth could scarcely eredif fhe
evidence *>f her own senses in the laxy
glow of the August morning, * he*
raiae on* *>f tl»e shadoww of the
frOU th porch and discovered that
IUOV ing object, half wsy up among
branches of the huge old pear-tree,
not a spray of loaves, n»»r a oiunter o
sunebeeked years swinging in the b
rmpyrean, but Miss Mary Tbme
fortably p^rctied *i» the crtK’k of the old
tree, H«:r curls all HwAod with the ai.
JASPER GA. SATURDAY MAY 2, 18&\
ed ray of sunshine that came down
through the shifting canopy of
and a book in ln‘t* hand.
“I don’t oare!” said the little damsel
|. lllg | lin? g. iucy j efl!ince . «l t ' B ,l.e
cest place in the world upheie. i feci
just, like n bird, with the leaves
ing against my face and the wind o *d
ly, and 1 intend to stay here. Ifouid
not yon like to come up here, Ruthy!”
‘It’seasiltdone Just put your foot
that knot, and then—
“Ma»y Thorne, are you crar.y* Coni*
down this instant!”
‘Indeed 1 sliaVtl’ said naughty Mary
tossirg the silky shower cf cuils
from her f rehead, and glancing down
with eyes that shone and sparkled i'ke
two blue jewels.
“But we are a/l going —
“Yes, I unih rstand* you are all going
in triumphal proo.ssn a te the dep.....
»» adveeation to the great Pro
fessor La Place, the wisest, sagest and
grand* st of mankind, to vl cio ti e
Thorne family have the unutterable hen
or of being scoond-cousins, and to e.-*
co^liiui spyund v to 9, r u.qi.th’g e
M#ry. ‘1 wish I could run away some¬
where and hide. 1 hate this paragon
of prim procession. Ixha’n’t marry Liu*
if he asks me, and I mean to behave , o
badly that he won’t dream of it. No I
am not going with you 1 hate the close
barouche and its too warm to ride on
horseback. I shall stay at home in
stead
And Mary settled her self so snugly,
with one tiny slippered foot swinging
down and her pretty head close to a
nest of blue speckled bird’s egg, that
Ruth gave it up, wi/h a sigh of des¬
pair.
“Well, then, have it your own way,
you incorrigible romp. I wish you wete
not too big to shut up in he dark ehset
or have your cars well boxed.* 1
•It is a pity, is not itf said Msry de
murcly.
“Of course it Is .Vary!, If Cousin Tom
Bradley comes this morning, he is sure
to explain to him ' h -* we are abjeut—
and bohavo like ayuuug lady, mind!’
'All right!’ said Mary, danntlessly.
‘lulwats liked Torn. We used to hare
greet romps together.*
She sat there in the old pear tr e,
pret/ier than any hamadryad than ever
might have bunted the moxMy old
an of ihe garden her obeeks touched
withsunshiao tod c&.mine, heir dimpled
lips apart, now reading a line or
from the book in her lap, now
up rapt in girlish reverie, into the
^ky, as it sparkled down through
moving leaves, and now breaking in
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a soft, /ittie warble o's^ag, to wbiiV th6
very robins thou.solves put their head*
to one side to baton.
The carriage had d» iven awsy /ong
since. She had watered it beyond the
of the winding road; the <i rk
mantle of shadows v. ... slowly fof lowing
the creeping sun glow across the velvet
lawn below, and the eh ok in the old
church sphe among' Otofitr off wo.wd had
chimed but»*lcveu.
And still ./Wary Thorne sat there in
tbore lY r!:od fcr«i. J.. 3 of the ull pear
tree*
Suddenly there flrstcd up into her
leafy Sanctuary a pun^put. aromatic, o
dm*, which made her loan curiously fn*
ward,shading bar eyes with one hand,
the better to penal vu «» the green foliage
be/ow.
N"t .... the late .. monthly , not . the .
r.»see,
amrthvrft . . borders . uolmtrope, the
ot n*»i
'
spicy . geraniums—none . i t ,. tliese i, Mos
soma distuiou ... , that peculiar Mne u ( !.
•My patience!’ >a.d little .Mary: ‘it’.
a cigar.'
A cigar it was and the owner iher*
A *.u *** a wU , I thmi,
coat uud a tall head covered with black'
curls—stood on the porch steps
smoking and indulging in a
lengthened view ot the garden slopes.
•Thai la Tom Bradley!’ arid Mary
hereeif -Now, if he thii.ka I am
down out of lliia dci;ci..u«,
place to ait up atrnight in the hot
lie ia n.iataken! T< u.!’ ehe sail
oar, in a silver nob *nt of imperative
and then bur** into merry
at the cvedcn l ainaxcm^nt
which the stranger ga«od round
trying to conjecture whence
call had proceeded ‘You dear *»tu
Hou-tn Tom!’ she ejiculateil* *l)e
stare off toward the cabbage bed
straight np hero Ymi may come
if you please: there is plenty of
room for bo/k. You are Cousin Tom
not you 1 ’ she continued, as sudden
crossed her mind.
‘Of course I am, and you are Mary,
I Muppnsel*
•Mary herself up with ]tou, Tom!
Oatoii bald 9t this bra ich—Ae.-e? Now
hands— Y..*i wny fellow ! I
didn’t say you might kiss toe.
•Well.* I couldn’t help it, besides
aru’t we cottsins! said Mr. Torn, swing¬
ing Uhuseli comfortably int* » branch
above Mary.
•Why, Tom hoe you havu changed
f jaeulated the young lady, fuelling
back the curie with one head, that she
might Utter view th« |»laf mate of her
cbi/Jbood** days. Your heir ever
curled so l eft **, a«d whet a nice
/♦«« have get? I sk«mhi
ha'-r k.»'wu yer, Tom*.
‘No?’ hh id T.)ui.
•And von prcviv; tall! I
u«. '*r , Tom you are Hi-’* r«< ed !
*/omi/d rotur.* the ■•*u»«*iiiaeo > * if #
d * rod Fn where « a*! e the rei4
of the family ! T!» • Irm j dolow is at
empty a*a hanritc i I d'.
•All y ;!,c to wot i; •: * * t' it horrid.
poky oh! professor bn PI ’ • who }.»»
graciously i; uieated lun ■ . »):gi.«ee to
pass a few weeks will* : Tom / do
. ,,
n ' ,n "* K ’ r *
‘Hate him! "!»-.* ;\ !
* <Ion ’ t1 sure. I*** it
a *^uff dr.cd o-ai t.tad old wretch-.Jimt
" a £ m a ^ ov<M *****
‘Nonsense, M try? " *»y, he is only
tvenfy six.*
‘I do m.t care* T knew he is rl.eunmV*
. spnat.iclfls fa*' , ail that
to at*i. rfflars '
*
And lom—now it vim wnl never, 9 new
•
»*r breathe a word of this—’
‘‘ l,n, ‘ ,r! ’ ' M ^
‘Well, then, papa Iiuh actually got tLa
idea info lds dear old head tn*t / wou #•
iuube a moo wife f.,r Om piura^ur, and*
Mary turned away, with crimson in
%nalion fleshing in tier olieekr
‘/t is too had **f you to laugh* Tout,
/ never, never will marry that man!*
<l *«"<• '•»* J 1 »»• J»’ ««***
To,, ‘- W*it and Me tW
1,10 " l * ,, b(!f,,r( .T ,,u »• *»-•/
P n *‘ e 11 decent fellow’
‘So, Vaid Mary, ahaking b*r trend and
biting her cherry lij * fimly ltd
befhrohund!’
AY hat a spiteful intle j*ae yon Ant
vain her companion, laughing.
‘No, Tom, / am not.” and the h|i*o
eyt s became misty. 4 / love papa nml
Ruth dearly, and / love a)*ut*et ever/
body. / like ynn Tom: but / hate
Professor La Plano. * And / want you to
promise, Tom that you will he Biy frier•<!
and not all <w hint N> tog- me ir.t»
walks, or rides, «*r tefe-a fetes of aijr
kind. Will yiml*
Would he! K sire %' Mm
precipitate himself miv A tie p#»r tree
upon the steje below, with thme b lie
eyes fixed on hie, he would have ileus
any n»*tn of tools wooLf.
4 / promise,* he tiid, »i} they shr»k
hands on it*
What a c< ty ntae Air a uhst thugwrl
cd old tree was
And whe» they had failed ever every
thing they eould think nf H the
most natural thmp ia the world that
Tom should recover the book wh*et had
slipped down into the network of ttuy
boagh#. sad read poetry to W feeflf
ccusnu i* the <hep, mameel nve that