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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 1, 1886)
THE WEST SHORE 30 five shilling. 1 will pny you 1aek regularly, nil my H-kt money, week liy week." " Will ymi, iI'Mtr?" Mrn. Wyvern spoke in n ulnu.K" vI: ; f rtii!i;itcly Hie. room whx growing so dark Hint (Irnrio could not sec li. i fu-, nor h- Urn tears Hint ruined hikI raini'il down ni quickly Hint Mr. Wyvern iliil m it even attempt to dry I In-ill. " I woiiM liiivn waited till I had saved nil the money, ' nu (Irn.ie, lifter Ik pause, " lillt I thought it was lietter Hot to Willi. "Why ii..t?" "Oli, Iwiviiihh Well, Hi.) exhibition illicit shut xi ili, pm hiijiM. lint you will go to-morrow, inninlnii?" "To-morrow?" ri'HMit.'.l mi r Mrn. Wyvern vaguely. " Ymi tn ti it go mid arrange with tlm secretary, n ml li iv. Hie bandit Kent liy mid liy to s mni oilier address, to miotlier mime, not y.nirH, of course. We will think it all 0 il together, won't we, dear?" 1'unr.i w.h a Inn pume, nud Himi (iraoin spoke again, very softly. " Molher!" " Well, my child " " If -if - well, Miipp hmi if I were to die, Amy would In j.iit n very little hit rieher, woiililn't hIih?" ".lint N little, darling." (Irnen mm were. I iiotlniig; si lily ruined her mother's h ind to her own loving lips nnd kisie.l it, with u long, 1 .in kinN. I'rehently xlie whispered: "Tlinl would help Amy-mid Douglas." But she wliispenvl llm words so softly it is doulitful whether Mrs. Wyvern heurd thein; lit nil events, hIii) kept Hilelice. It hiipKne. Hint olio day hooii lifter thiM conversation Amelia reeeive.l n letter containing the miiiouneeinent of the sale of her firnt liicture. Her joy was uiihoiilided; hhn jumped up, mid .(iiueed, nud ran 11 1 h ut Hie room like n child ill high delight. Douglas Melliiish, who wiw I in -wlit (he had .ikml in for n nioiueiit only, of course). mt oM'ii iii.nithed mid nmn.od, wiilching his lady-love's eviueui sympionis 01 lunacy, mid wondering whether nn etTorl oil It ih pin t Illicit ever Mliveisl in culling forth sue exirri.i.ii. nn of joy froiii her. Mr Wyvern wan s iiuewhiit Hileut nud eoimtrnined, toil lirneie, llio Utile traitress, gave vent to many excln illation of iihuiMiiro nud astonishment. " Humid, Amy!" hint ciie I; "who would Imvn thout-ht ii r Aim yei ilia we noi nil or un proiheny tlm long ngo? Why don t you imiiio nud shake hand with her, Mr. Mc llnuli, nnd t-ll her how nwfully glul you are?" Hut Aim tin dragged her mother into Hie next room. "Shut IhniUir," h wliiHTe,l excitedly; ',,, ,,w listen, linteii, In uninv 1 never hud ho inileli money of my own before. It fs my very own, isn't it? I eiirned it, ) know, nud now you milnt tell mi. what I run get f .rtlr aeie; 1 itnt to Hj'iid jt on her, I'oor little Urii eie! She him mi few pleasures! And n!i hart been to good nud kind, if ymi only knew! She has never ceiwed 1 1 Im encouraging nUint my work, nnd 1 don't think mIio ever lYIIioiliber ono little Lit that she - tht she isn't um Inmg m wu nit)." Mr. Wyvern, bound by her promises, could only iknI her henj tnd My constrain y, y,., my j,.ari ... " )1t the next in .ruing .he iM-ciiiM.iii.s Amy on n long nud fntigulUK 'l""t in e.m-li of .uielhini undelined -a .rMnt for tlmeie, I p nud down ri,VAdillv. imut Uegrnt Mr.vt, U.y.md Dwford .tr.t, lnu-k inU ll,,d utrw l, wnlk.l that wenrv .ir; tlnin into unknown tr,,.U and phioen, where Uimlly. U.n mi. Uvnutiful piping l.nllthu li. a nmrveU ouy trn.iHsl , trilling l.,rd. . T,.ry Marii. nn.-mg ,m. t.K-h., wm Uj.sI Uhi, hoUod iu Uom VAt (4li, j , homo in Amelin's nrms, na she nnd her mother jolted iionmwfirds in u four-wheeled cnb. The Professor bhw nothing of his pupil tlmfc dny; bull-fiiicli-worsliip ooenpied the whole of the afternoon. And from henceforth Bully's cngo wns jilaced close beside the Hick girl's couch, nnd Bully became her inseparable com panioii. She know, though Amy did not Know, whose savings had gone to purclmso him; but she knew also wIioho nlTection had brought mm tlntnor. iter neart was full of love and gratitude as she lny, her blue eyes more lovely than ever in their tenderness, watching the tiny songster, who bent his shiny black head on one side, and trilled forth the melody of the sweet Thuringiun folk song, telling of "Treuo Liebe": Arli, win i4t 'i. mook'lich .lann, IIiim irh ilicli liiMn kunn ? Hull' ilioS too Mnrzi'ii IihIi, .liM. Kt'eie inir ! Ilil IiunI ill,) P! It) iiipiii Kii k'.iiz wnommfn pin, Diimh irh ktiii' nmlru liul AIn did. ulluin ! But (iraco herself was about to leave him. Neither "true love," nor care, nor songs of birds could keop her. She was on her way to a land of heavenly sweetness nnd song, beyond the light of moon and stars, beyond tho rays of tho Aurora llorealis, the poetry of which had taken such strong hold of her youthful imagination. She siioke of it to Douglas Mclluish onct, when she hapenod to be alone with him. " You nnd Amy must go north some day," she said, "and bo happy, quite happy together, and when you journey across the moors, and you see before you, far away, those beautiful shining rays, you will think of mo somehow with the Aurora, won't you, Douglas?" "My little sinter," answered Douglas tremulously, as ho clasped her hand in his, and kissed it reverentially. It was her bolovod hour of twilight when she died; she passed nwny with senree a sigh. There was no more wirrow nor sadness in her death than there had been in her bright nnd unselfish life. She bade DouglaB lift her in his arms and curry her to tho window. It was during a heavy snow storm; largo Hakes of snow were falling rapidly; the street, the passers-by, the roofs of the houses, tho very world, seemed white, spite of the deep euing darkness. "Amy," called tho child, "come nnd soo tho snow. It must bo beautiful in tho north. Mother, Bre you there? Aii, listen to Bully! Mother," nnd she drew her mother down, close to her own littlo chill face, "mother, remem ber -you will never tell." Then she dropped back in the arms of her brother Douglas. That was the end By nnd by, after several sorrowful months had gone past, ( trace s words camo true. Amelia mnrried Douglas .Mclluish, nnd traveling with him to the far north visited he homo of his fathers, nnd wandered with him, hnnd in hand, ncross the purple moors. Lntor on Uey returned .V""1""' J ''tle down, each to work nnd bring grist U. the mill, for Amelia gradually learnt to make her ban dits less tierce in nspoct nnd less blue in complexion. Mennwhile, during the young folks' absence in her muse in the dreary London street, Mrs. Wyvern lived her lonely l,fe And when her pet bullfinch piped to her his plaintive lhuringmu luve song- 1' "ii" '" ''"''' dwin, .... ...v.. ,wu KHUO f ds Hd list ene.1, w aist burning tears coursed slowly rtTm&S,S, Gr,lcie'8 tLt 81,6 w proraiBed
