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lie rei-eiwd
J'l.KO fcauh.
" Sl:ii s an Flower;
,', 1:, ii Iv.c i i ml It-tl her lord astray,.
i t '.tin 'Iia.il lulled his brother,
1 .iaivi iui'l 1 'lowers, the xoets say,
., . ... . I with one another.
i' h( :it the cunning tempter's art,
in I leach the race its duty,
Bv l.i eping on its wicked heart ,
Tie.-ir.fves of lijdjt and beauty.
A million :hs-ple.-is lids, theysay,
Will lh, :it h-L-.t, a warning ;
And ; the I'lower.-- would wat-c1
day, " ;
'I'n Su'ir.s tVo.ni eve to morning.
bv
On hiltau.-l prairie. "lield and lawn,
'I'hf-it-ilewy eyes utiirnin,
l ij l 'iouvi'rf still wnfch from reddeuiug
i
.1 IV.'il
"T,!l wc.d-rii
.10,
are !)iirniiir.
Ale-,
A tal
Thai
Alii
eaeh hour or
f daylight tells -
of fj'uanie ;;o crushing,
)i)H' turn white as seaddeaehed
h. il.s
iiue are alwavs blushing.
i,u; wlieh the patient Stars loolc dow-n
On all their li;ht discovers - -
. i ,i i ' r
tnnior s su:iii', tne inuraerers irnwii
Ini.-i'of lyin luvurs.
dii.
v trv t shut t-nei
r sadden oil eyes
1 hi the vain endeavor
t-i, them -twinkling in the skies,
W
Al:
1 -,o theV. A lUu
for the Frieiul,)
Memory Bells;
UV SILVIA.
Ai.Umr of - Mother's Wine," &c, &c
I hit you are, Kate, and there is no
M t i deny it. It pains me t ) see it,
f ! 1 1'iVi- you, Kate'
"Vouare capable of very sudden
i, t ; i ins.". -
" N'ot so" sudden after all, for I loved
'y.n.i. whiui yet you wi:re a .small girl." .
You have a sfi unge way of showing
y-Mi;- low, I must say."
' l-'...rgi-t and forgive the past, Kate
1 hived -von ewn then.' while L teased
:tnd tretted you most. You appeared
to ciie so ni'.ieh for May and avoided
ine so e-instantly, that stung"" to mad
ness bv voiir dislike I took :vll those
monies, ol teasing as a reumauon.
'1'nat is a jioor excuse for your
crueUy, -Mr. Franklin. If that is your
usual mo h- of treating those you hon
or by your Jove, it is to be hoped, yjou
will make the- number
now pro'uiisvs to be."
fewer than it
" I have loved only yo 117 Kate. - If I
:iw fold others that I did, it is he
me they showed by-word and action
l it f in v expected me to uo so, and
try not to .disappoint expectations."
Wnai have.' I said and done to em
br.l len you to insult me by your pro-
i. ..i' l.e.e V" '
" 1 mean 110 insult to you. I am
".i!v.-..Te j!or, at least, I want to settle
i i lit'.., for I think the sooner a young
man is married and settled, the sooner
lie withdraws himself from many temp
tations, -which, too long indulged in,
becomes the habits of a life time. I
wish you to marry me, Kate, and that
immediately, I have not lived the life
1 onW. I am wicked. J3ut there is
go; nt m me. I feel that once in our
own home. -your -lovo brightning my
days, l ean c,.miuer the vices of my
youth autl live a useful life. I do not
believe you love me, biu I -hope-to win
your love. If you would only believe
in me, - Kate."
It is utterly useless to "say any
I 1 i T -I 1 1 1 ' L -1
more aDoUt.it. l uo nor ueneve a woru
y i i : ay, and if I lid, I do not wish to
liiarry now.'"" I presume you have not
heard that I will tro to
college
r ladies in it few months."
' T have not heard that.
What is
thv usv' of any mare schooling? See
how (' .rdulia and Eugenie spend their
ti Me v. vam pleasing Their boarding
se'r,.,l experiences' does not seem to
have dime them much good. I would
refer to take you before the world has
time to" 'spoil you. Now you would
nuke such A home as this has : ever
been, after awhile the vanities of soci
ety will have driven the instruction of
vjuv mother eufirely away, and you
will sink into a vain and fashionable
woman like all the rest. I am. in earn
est, and to prove that I am, I will go
have
your permission." -'
Did you love Emma?"
" Never." ..'"'. i:
" And yet you professed unchanging
love for her."
"It was an idle jest."
" It has been a fearfully earnest one
to her," '
" That is not my fault. She flat
tered me with her eyes, made love to
me with her smile -And soft, tender
ways." ' .
" You are as merciless as you are
untrue. Emma never sought by word
or deed towtt--your- leve. - Sh .ia
modest and retiring by nature and her
education has been one of cultivation
and refinement You sought her as
siduously, I remember it well. Your
actions, in a thousand nameless ways
spoke to her of a love deep and true,
ere your false lips dared whisper U
her pure 'and innocent heart senti
ments of a love which can be so soon
forgotten by you. . It is her misfortune
that she trusted you, as loving woman
only can trust thejabject of her death
less affection !"
" Did she tell you these things. Is
this the fruit of her modesty and gen
tle pride to make her unrequited lova
the subject of a neighborhood gos
sip?" ,;
'' I have known it from" the first I
heard your words of love, in those low
and tender tones which you can as
sume at will. I witnessed your be
trothal kiss. ' I know all your perfidy,
John Franklin."
" You witnessed these things ! yon
of all women in the world !" He got
up and strode back and forth in the
porch, and his small hand was pressed
to his forehead, and the costly jewels
nnon his finerer clistened in the wa-
. - 0 -
vering beams of the struggling moon
light. He mav have been in earnest,
but I did not believe him., rie was- a
wood actor and I believed him acting
si rart, now. A week aro I should
i - w
have laughed merrily, but Miss Prudy
had closed the fount of mirth to me,
and I looked upon him only in pa
tient weariness..
" Spare yourself the exertion of nuch
a display of feeling, I pray you
Franklin ! I am simply an unsophis
ticated country girl and am incapable
of appreciating theatrical performance
and it is all necessarily lost upon
me."
"Kate, how am I to prove my sin
cerity, for I am in earnest ?"
"Do not attempt it. it is jmpos
sible. I do not love you. I never
will. I have never admired you and
it is utterly impossible that I should
You have many manly graces which
V to the heart of woman, but
"X nr.
never to mine. Let this suffice.
'.' Your haart is closed to me, for
May's face is enshrined upon its-altar,
mid his hand holds the key's! He
stood in front of me and lifted him
self defiantly, and his gleaming eye
iAinp.l to burn me in the look of
deadly hate which fell upon me,
love you as I have never loved anotn-
er. and hate him with a hate which
shall find its revenge. I am wicked
cruel and unrelenting, but you could
mold me to vour own will for I lore
you ! I am a gambler and dram drinlr
er, not a drunkard,, but you could save
me from the sure ruin, which I know
will be mine for I love you ! Bemem
ber when the hour of my destruction
draws nigh, that you have sent me to
it." ' . ' !
" Please drop the subject, it is be
coming quite iminteresting to us both.
Of course vou do not believe . a word
you are saying any more than. I do."
" You will know how earnest I am
some of "these days, lou scorn my
love now, and May shall scorn yours,
He will believe you false to him and
fickle as the chansrins winds. Miss
Prudy hates me, as she does every jpne
who does not bow and cringe to her
as a superior being, and she does no
love you any more ; and she is already
associating our names in a way which
will reflect no credit on youi truth
with May. She first reported your en
jjasrement with May. How she i dis
covered it I do ixt know. I aid not
believe it at first, until your blushing
face and falteriug voice when twitted
about him, told me wha t your tongue
has never uttered. She will be a ready
and blind tool ih my hands, and he
will return with doubts of your con
stancy only to be too readily convinced.
You are pale now and shivering with
fear, for you know there is truth in
what I say. There is grief, and trial
for each of us in this vain world, and
yours is yet to come !"
" And yet you say you love' me." ,
" Not so little as to stand with fold
ed arms and see you bless the home
of my rival, while my heart is aching
for you. The future is before us. ;You
are young and I can wait"
"Emma loves you, Mr. Franklin.
You won her love and have deserted
her. Return and beseech her forgiyt
ness perhaps she will forgive ijovi
She is good and gentle, far more -woj.
i I il 1 n Pit i :t f v t o vour father, if I
thy of lore than my wild, wayward and
undisciplined self." ! . ;
" If care, trial and grief will tame
wild nature and discipline an; untried
heart, you will b tame enough, when
I seek your, hand again.?. , I pity you,
Kate, but you will have it so I" , -t- "j.
He took his seat and the silence of
troubled thought fell upon us, to be
broken by a scream so , .wild and un-
arthly as to send the blood curdling
to my heart. H sprang to his feet
and Kolaud started from his slumbers,
while my parents hastened into the
front of the house
AVe stood lookin'3'
out upott aiihtr toUiaat
peated and die away
upon the breath
a thv notfts are
of the rising wind.
Ah, Memory Bll
wild, and weired and holds my heart
spell-bound n the unbroken silence of
this midnight hour ! And I stand once
more in that far distant home and wait
in breathless silence Jfof -the reality of
the scream which filled my heart with
terror then.j Thy notes ai'e not all
pleasant, for j from the sad experiences
of life, you bring ba,ck scenes which
cannot be forgotten.
CHAPTER XIII.
With the third repetition " of that
wild, heart piercing scream n wli:
robed fornri appeared, fleeing along
the public road, whhbh ran in front
of our house. It paused at the gate
and raised the latchJ. ' ' r
The gate swung lupon its hinges
and a scream more wild and weired
than before echoed
upon the awful
while that phkn-
stillness of the hour;
torn like form sped
Bnward towards
oTf7IoofTlS '"rBttTatISg'th'ff'1ltrJ'llli(l
its long hair floating upon tha s wind.
My father walked down the steps with
an eager desire to g ve assistance if
sought- and my I mother waited in
breathless silence, whale, filjed with a
superstitions' terror jwhich 'I tried ! ih
vain to control,"! rlitng " to Roland's
arm, It glided into my father's out
stretched arms, and1 one moment a
white face glistened in. the moonbeams
and then sank upon his bosom.
"God of mercy ! what awful thing
is this?" My father cried as he turned
with his helpless burden to the door.
It is Emma Bell,' Mary. She has
fainted. Get a light? and lead the
way to your room, Kate. Help me up
the steps, if you please, John."
"I will help you, father," said Ro
land springing forward,, he waved John
back and lifted Emma from my fath
er's feeble arm and bole her into the
house and as he laid Her upon my pil
low he flashed a look which spoke,
more of indignation than ol pity in
my face, and hissed through his closed
teeth.
"If he had touched her, Kate, I
would have Btruck hirh down
"Roland r j
"Let him dare to speak of love to
you again, and he wilj find that your
brother knows how to chastise his
insolence." '
"Roland!''
"I heard every worth Katie
I pre-
tended to be asleep
desire of mischievous
at first from a
frolitf, and then
my position became awkward,- and I
must either betray myself or listen
He has done this cruel thing !"
He stood (aside to et my mother
jldminister the restoratives she had
brought in her hand.' And as he gaz
ed upon that pallid face so death-like
in its stillness, a tender pity came to
his midnight eyes and lingered in
sympathetic lines about his hps, - and
I could but note how strong a resem
blance he bore our mother this high
spirited youth who was yet a lamb in
gentleness, j
At last the closed lijds of the faint
in" uirl opened, but they roved from
face to face in that duil vacancy which
declares a wandering inind. She5 put
her hand feebly to hei: head, and her
lins muttered in ' af painful : mon
otoue; ' . f
"Tlihj pursue me with . a pitiless
hatred, as if with ho arts gloating over
the snffarincrs of the desolate ! And
my brain is on fire, and my heart 'is
turned td ice! 1 f:!.; ..
She must ; have a physician." My
mother spoke to myj father and ha
came to the bedside and took hold of
Emma's waist.
"She' has no fever now. Send for
physician ' Roland, and go yourself
with the. sad intelligence
to Mrs
Bell. -I--.-, . -U' " 1
I followed Roland tb' the door, and
while he waited for his horse, I stood
beside him r and looked up in his
youthful face which, though two years
my junior to wared above me.,
"What is it Katie ?! What wouldi
you have me do?" I , t '
"Do nothing rash, ihy brother.".
f'Her older , brothers ara away. I
will protect her as I know they would
protect you under changed. , circum
stances.. And if I can do nothing more
I can avenge her." if i -l !
Alas ! Roland, don' t you ; ee , that
this ia a case which must ; be . endured
in silence, and the deeper. t tfw gUeace
the
better !t If he had slain her, he T
law wouia nave loiuut a mi
would have found a punishment j
but for a broken heart or a dethrone!
intellect there is " no redress. (Jti it
makes my heart ache to think of this
mo&t ruinoi calamity, but I know I
must not even whisper the burden of
its woe upon the passing breeze lest
malicious ears hear and work added
evil for her. "We can
do nought but
wait." , . ,j
"L have
Katie."
not learned tQ wait, I
''You must learu it now ! Do not
give me added pain ci publicity, in
this affair, to the life, of poor, sufferiug
Emma."
"I will not do anything' on the im-
i,. i i. i "
puisu ui iie.u,ieu pnaston. I
"I can ask no more of vou, mv
brother. If you let the heat of pas-
sion wear away I cryi trust your judg
ment.''. , He mounted his horse and rode out
into the night. I stood in the back
piazza looking after his receeding
form, till I could noJouger see the
dim outline of' horse and rider, nor
hear the echo of the iron hoof upon
the hard ground. Tha heavy black
clouds which skirted the horizon
in the earty evening, were drawing
their sombre shadows high . over the
zenith and the struggling moon gave
only a misty light. . i
"Kate." -
TJie- voice w.&Cstrangely luisky,. and
unfamiliar. ' T turiied only ' to lopk
upon John, his hat and riding gloves
in his hand. He came to mv side and
- v
felt his gaze upon me, but, I felt so
much horror and indignationforhisdas
f ardly treatment of Emma, that I could
not look at him. I waited for him
o speak, but, after the pronunciation
of my name, he ! seemed to have lost
his voice. After struggling he said
huskily; ;
"It is not all my fault. Oh, I would
give anything could I undo the past !
Alas, how unavailing are regrets! It
is better to do right at the start, for a
wrong once committed cannot be un
done nor forgotten. It is mv nature.
which indulgence has strengthened, to
be selfish. I judge the world by my
own standard and call it a selfish
world. But there is good even in toe.
but you alone hold the key to all that
is noble in my" heart. I did not an
swer him a word and after another
pause longer than before, in which he
seemed to be strangely stirred by emo
tions he continued in a subdued tone:
'When she' awakes to consciousness
please ask an interview for me."
"What new villiany is now thought
of, Mr. Franklin?"
"I wish to ask her forgiveness."
' Indeed, yqu put yourself to a vast
deal of trouble, for a few words whi cli
you will not value."
"Kate! You seem purposely to mis
understand me. I wish to make all
the reparation in my power for the
suffering which I have unwittingly
caused."
"You acted" with your eyes open,
sir. And it was a cowardly deed
which a truly brave and generous man
would scorn to do." .
'My remorse is keen and cuts me to
the heart.. ; I cannot bear to look into
her pallid . face and her wild eyes.
Nurse her back to life and health,
Kate, and she shall be the mistress of
my home and the crowning blessing of
my life."
"She may trust you again, for she
has loved you ynly too welL
She is gentle knd forgiving,' and the
moonlight walks of the past and the
low whispering of eternal love on the
moonlit porch of that palatial home
are sacred memories, to her, to be
cherished while life lasts and go -even
beyond the grave. , i
"My horse is waiting. I dare not
wait the coming of Mrs. Bell. I would
not meet her calm, steady, soulread
ing eyes, for the world. Tell her all
my remorse. I know you hate-me,
and yet for the love you bear that gen
tle girl yon will do my errand."
"I am not so certain of that. I will
talk with my mother and will do as
she advises. I -.have my doubts of
vour sincerity even now. for vou are
as fickle and giddy as the butterfly
which courts trie sweetness of every
pretty flower. But when poor Emma
' T Ml 1
returns to consciousness, I will send
to you. I will do so much, for j our
repentance may be deeper than I think
and I could not wrong you."
"Thank you. T have no right to ask
any more. You shall see . how , deep
my remorse and how sincere my de
sire to make atonement for the folly of
the past."
4 She may die
" "Do not speak of such a possibility.
She must live !" He walked slowly
the full length of the piazza and back
to my side, and . his 1 head - drooped ae
if with care; and for the first, time
believed he fell the keenest regret for
his flirtation, - which he would ; fain
excuse as a j-outhf ul folly. He mount
ed his horse and waving me an adieu,
was soon lost in the gathering dark-
es ia wbidi the filing cJbiidfj ykxh
tbreaLting to i robe the earth. ' I
went 6 Emma s bedside and bent over '
her, and she looked atnie ' with wild
feverish eyes, and whispere'd in "a low
monotone ;
Uli
tone:"' :""
"X'woutif
not care what thev savl
if he was true, but he is not. He is
falsej false, and he is dearer to me
than "life ! Oive me something to
. v". ...... . 1 V U J . 2. aiU UtrX lie .ILL .
and placed a glass of water to her lips,
she drained it eagerly, and as I laid J
her back she exclaimod vehemently:
"Give me something stronj? that will
droj;-nthe burning of my brain not j
auH but the hery fluid of perdition,
in which I have already steeped my
soul. There is relief in that, erive it to
me.
There is death, not relief
in
"Death would be a relief."
"Go to sleep darling.
"Darling, darling ! He called me j
that, and he is false! Darling
is the language of the false-hearted
those evil ones who steal the forms and
faces of the children of light !" '
"Shall I sing to you Emma?"
"Yes, sing and it will be the song of
an angel, for I know you. You are
the guardian angel of my life, who
would Uave saved me from the machi-
nations of the evil one, and I would not
listen to you."
"I sang to her a low familiar tune
and for awhile it seemed to qui her,
but she did not close her restless wan-
dering eyes. While I yet sang to her,
I heard Roland's voice at the outer
door. My mother crept from her po-
sition beside the bed and went out to
meet Mrs. Bell. And my heart stood
still in sympathetic grief as the door
opened and my mother entered, follow-
edbyMrs. Bell; and I hushed my
singing and moved away that the pal-
lid, and weary faced mother might
take my place. She was calm, , outr
wardly, and her voica was steady, and
beyonl her pallid face there was no
outward i a dex of the clashing misery
which I knew lay upon her heart. She
went to the bedside and would have
laid her hand upon Emma's brow, but
Emma raised up quickly and a sue-
cession of unearthly shrieks issued
from her purple lips. She struggled
to gee out of bed and Roland held her
bymaiu strength. In vain did Mrs
Bell call to her by the 7 endearing names
which soothed her in childhood, she
would not be quiet, till the poor, heart
aching mother went out the i-oom.
And then she fell back upon her pillow
exhausted by excitement, and said in
a low, grieved tone;
"It is the face of justice, which ever
pursues me. Don't let it come back
again to bid me to judgement. I have
been weak to resist , temptation and
have fallen in the snare of the wicked
one, IrSt I am not all bad. There
are other girls as weak as I am, and
vet their wealth covers their names
J . , . -
WILLI txi mei-iba CL& OllJV.
b
Hush! Don t you here the hissing
J
oi tueix OCipCuu ,ou0a : xujr uie
ine gossips who gioat over sunenng
5 .. 0
ana wnu pursue ine weu.iv, noi wickbu 1
with relentless nate. I ney are as iu -j
i; : t 1 1 .
U us Li 10 us ill u Liu niii; uueveiy liiuiij or
0 J
folly of those livingin their midst, as
asuie caixiuii uuxi.iu ""y
They manufacture scaudle, and goige
theniselves with every low, and mali-
cious slander of characters far above
them, with all that gluttonous avid-
tv which charactei'izes these hideous
birds while at their feasts. And Miss.
Prudy stands at their head. See her
now there, her green, glittering eyes
looking exulfcingiy by upon me. Let
me go away, go far away, where I can
no more be pierced by her evil eye,
nor hear again her deceitful, whining
voice!" Emma spiang'up, as if to
flee away, butRoland held her back
and said in a low,
which was yet. firm
ding;
soothing
voice,
and
coniman-
" Be still, Miss Emuia, Miss Prudy
shall not hurt you. where I am. phe
is gone now and- shall not com any
more. I have driven those hissing
voices away too and you shall noJiear
them. I am going to. have augel faces
to sit about you and none but . angel
voices shall fall upon your ears."
" You are very kind, and I trust
you." . w
She sighed weariedly and stared, with
her vacant eyes into Roland's boyish
face; -But, though my mother had
given her as much opium as she dared,
no sleep came to her with its soothing
touch. And when the plrysiciau ar
rived he found her wakeful and restless,
a burning fever coursing wildly
through her .veins. I moved away
that he might( have , place beside the
bed, and wen,t out. into the piazza and
sat upon the step looking : upon the
gloomy shadows cast by the , fluctua
ting beams of the struggling moon. IJ
tnoogmi a was aione, ana x teanea my
head against thepillar, my mind filled
with thoughts ffche sad realities
which now seemed hastening upoa me,
But a faint eigh came from the deep
ii ,.-r , it, 1
shadows of the-vme, and the dihj -out-
line of a human form grew- Tipou. mv
accustomed sight, and I knew .it v" was.
Mrs. Bell, re my father came out to
urere hr to eo in out of the nie-ht."
1 " This is as good as anyplace td me,
Mr. Eaton, since I am denied the priv-
ilege of uumng my sick child."
Her voice was calm and steady, but
l- J i V . 1 . " J . . '.kj....' .... V ... 1 1 ; I'l
her hands together, which told of an
anguish to deep for words.
bhe will be calmer alter awhile.
"I hope so." '
" Therp is no accounting for the va-
genes of a sick brauj' ii. m ; '; ; -
" Ah, I have had cause enough to
know that, and also that the sick brain
turns most bitterly against the one
loved most in health. These trials have
been mine, ere now."
There was excrutiatiug pain ; in her
low and steady tones, and she twisted
her fingers in unconscious nervousness,
but her face was lifted up, and there
was no drooping 6f her slender frame,
Her almost complete mastery of emo-
tion filled me mith awe, and I won-
dered whence came the strength which
buoyed her up to silent endurance of
a grief so crushing to a fond ' mother's
heart. ;
" Yon have the heartfelt sympathy
of true friends, but that is little
towards lifting the burden of your
wde.
" ' God moves in mysterious ways.''
I bowed to His will, though" my heart
would break with its sorrow but for
His strengthening hand. This is a
bitter cup, but He knows what is best
for me and; for my poor afflicted child,
I have failed in my duty, somewhere
in respect to my child and this is the
penalty. I thought I was doing right,
but I should have guarded her with
"sleepless vigilance." " -
" Blame not yourself, dear friend,
Yu have been an ever careful moth-
er, and could not have failed in duty
to her."
"God knows wherein the blam
lies."
It is long ago now, since I listened
to her low words of pain so filled with
trust in God, but throughjhe lapse of
years comes back each intonation of
her voice, and in fancy, I sit again in
breathless silence, looking- into the
corner,' where the dark shadows of the
honeysuckle vines fell upon Mrs.' Bell's
motionless form.
(to be coxtixued.)
ONLY A FLffiTATION.
BY J. CURTIS VAUGHN.
" And o'er and o'er the sand
And round and rouud the sand ;
A blinding mist came up and hid the land,
But nerer home came Bhe.",
" So. Mai. thfl fair Rnsfi has snvrfiii-
I , -, , - ,
I dered after a two months siege, has
. . il . .. r.
she, and yon are the victor. Suppose
x- i r i i l- -i
yon are tired of congratulations and
q tMag by tUig
i T, .1 , n- -in
I 111 not bore you by adding mine to the
-Mortimer Lee sat gazing rather
n i 1 1 f i -r l 1
sympathizingly at his friend, Malcolm
Trenor) tlir0UJ?ll the clouds of tobacco
smoke t1iafc obgcnred his vision,
and
andsnnifi lins Cnrlfid into
a sa-
fcirical smile as ua saa the word 5, for
ue was au iucorrijnble bachelor, and
regarded matrimony as a folly not to
be Indulged in by a man of his sense.
" You are wrong Mortimer;" an
swered his companion, a flash man
tling his dark face, "the more con
srratulations in this case the better.
r0S6 Hamilton is far too fair aud erood
for 6uCU as I. you need-not look
surprised at my unueraal modesty ; I
fuUy valU8 my good looks and worldly
1 nossessioiis. But. bv iove. mv bov.
U kne hat lo , untfl r
methert" " - '
"Don't get heated over it, Mai, I
beg of you. Of course you are not
yourself when in love, and I am will-
mg to make due allowances. But, from
what I have seen of the tender passion,
T exclaim from the bottom of mv heart.
1 Good Lord deliver me !"
. You are a cynic, Mortimer, and it
vrill take one of the fair sex to convert
I you. I will leave you and take a
stroll on the beech. I see Miss Ham-
ilton, I believe."
But he lingered beside his friend at
the hotel window, and the two gazed
at the young lady, as she stood be-
neath them, laughing and chatting
with a croup of friends. Trenor's face
- darkened as he looked.
" That Miss Desmond has struck up
an unaccountable friendship with Hose.
I dislike her excessively, and must
warn Miss. Hamilton against her.
shall allow of no such intimacy."
" What I dislike that , UL beau tiful
creature, Mai ? You speak rath or
strongly. ; I thought you were in. love
I
her yeara aga You were ataying
ft t 9ame outoftfce way place, and wrote
md glowing letters about an innocent,
uttle beauty you had ' found:
WaiatheaajneKatMeeuDdamoiid V
' Oh !"' answered the other with a
forced laugh1; " that affair was only a
flirtation. She was lovviv enough
t lien, I will confess, but to tell the
truth I lutlf her now, Mortimer. It
teems like a ghosi of the past to meet
her here."
. " Well, the dislike sc-eins to be re
ciprocated.5 I should as soon' think of
playing with a panther, as flirt ing with
such a woman ! It would be dauger
ous work."
The friends parted ;'but a vague
feeling of uneasiness wa.; in Trenor's
heart ab w walked away. He did not
join Rose, however, as he could not
bear to meet hr companion". - "
Five years before in a little lishiug
town, he had first seen Kathleen Des
mond. She was then a tall, (flight girl
of sixteen. Poor, beautiful" and ro
mantie, it was no wonder that her
fresh voting heart was easily won by a
careless man of the workl such as Mal
colm Trenor.
To her the moonlight walks on the
beach, the low whisperings of eternal
love on "the little cottage porch by
Kathleen's home, were sacred memo
riea to be cherished, while life lasted,
and carried even beyond the grave.
s To him they served as amusements
to while away his idle hours, and he
remembered the affair in after years
as "only a flirtation."
He left Kathleen a trusting, unso
phisticated child ; he met her again,
after live years absence, and she had
grown into a haughty, imperious wo
man. Miss Desmond vras quite the
rage at Newport, but Malcolm had no
desire to renew his flirtation. The
scorn and anger he had read in her
dark eyes upon their first meeting, had
shown him it would be dangerous,
and, to do him justice, he had no de
sire to, for Rose Hamilton, with her
sweet, winning ways, had at last -won
his heart, and, with him, this love
would be the love of a life time.
Miss Desmond had appeared rather
suddenly at the hotel, just after the
announcement of Malcolm Trenor's
enffaorement. A fashionable ! aunt
chaperoned her, and Kathleen seemed
destined to become the belle of the
seasoD.
In spite of Trenoi-V remonstrances,
Rose Hamilton's intimacy with Miss
Desmond increased. - Theuswas some
thing. remarkarJle in the ""strength of
the friendship this fair girl seemed to
have for her more strong-minded com
panion. They were always together,
and Malcolm could find few opportu
nities of meeting his fiaitd'P alone.
It was, therefore, with a feeling of
relief that ho learned from Rose,s bps
that Kathleen and her aunt were to
leave that evening.
" Au:l, oh, Malcolm ! T shall be so
sorry," she went on, her dark eyes full
of tears, " but I forgot, you do not like
her."
He smiled indulgently down at the
eager little face raised to his.
" No, Rose, I do not like her. She
is a strange girl one whom I would
not choose for your friend." '
Hose placrod her hand confidently
on his arm.
!tShe is strange, -Malcolm. She
talks so strangely about you ; that I
mi'rht better die than ever come to feel
the deadlv hate she feels. What could
she mean, Mai ? It frightens me to
iear her talk so."
" Mean, darling," he answered, bi
ting his pale lips, " how should I know ?
She has probably been disappointed,
md has grown bitter in consequence.
But she must not talk so to my little
flower. Rose, I am very glad - this
friendship is to be broken off. After
she is gone you will be all in all to ine
aprain."
Yes Mai. We are td have one
more sail together, and then will come
the farewells and the 'usual amount oi
tears and kis3es. Goo J-bye, there
oines Kathleen for me now.,'
She vvaved her fair hand at him, and,
as she stood there upou the beach, in
her jaunty dressi, her golden hair blow-
insr acrainst her pink cheeks, he
thought, with fond pide, how beaati
ful she was. ...
How well in alter years lie reniem
bered that picture.' The long, .stretch
of beach, the calm, bright soa spark ;
hug in the sunlight, and the few pleas
ure seekers upon the sauds. , ,
It was a eultry clay, and Trenor was
rather surprised thai Miss Desmond
should have chosen such a morning
for a sail. But he. said nothing, aud
saw them depart without 0:15 thought
of danger, for th-jm ' waterd were'' calm
and bright, Miss Djsmou l h id been
known to venture out at sea in her
frail boat, even iu the midst of storms.
All that bright dav Trenor waited
for hi loved one. l.vemug came on
and still there wre no tidini'-i of the
wantlerer.?.
Black clouds gathered in the wes
arid loungers on the beach, prcdictct.
a storm.
About seven o'clock MrsRiymad,'
Kathleen's aunt, ' came down' to ' the
parlor, slightly anxious. 4 J
t signs 3 Hamilton yet
Mr. Trenor? Kathleen must be .crazy,
when she knows that all my arrange
ments are made to leave this evening.
She is so forgetful'. I expect they will
be here every moment."
Notwithstanding her reassuring
words, she looked auxiously at the
dark sea and black clouds. Trenor
stood b-, pale aud troubled, a, dumb
horror overpowering him.
Would Rose never come ? What if
the storm should overtake them, '
and ' ' ; ; - i
lie dared not think further. As it
rew dark and tue raiu began to pour"
down in torrents, he stood upon the
beach, and the first pi ayer he had
made' for many a long year, arose from
his heart.
Flashes of lurid lightning Bhot from ,
the black clouds above him, and the
heavy roar of thunder, as the tempest
increased in force, seemed to, mock
his grief. The white-crested waves
foamed and dashed against the sands
where he stood and giant bonfires
hissed and crackledupou the beach ih
spite of the flood of water.
Many anxious groups gathered in
the hotel parlors, and boats were get
ting in readiness to go in search of tha
wanderers. Trenor jumped hastily
into the first boat, and shouted for tha
men to make haste, when Mortimer
Lee interrupted liiui.
" God help you Malcolm, there's no
need now. Bear up, dear boy, Rase
is found, but"
" SJie is dead f" staring blankly into
his friend's face. H read in those
pitying eyes thtrutlvand sank sense
less upon the beach. .:'-.
He did not see the two forms upou
the sands, locked in each other's
arms, the triumphant look of joy upon
one face, the terror and anguish upon
the other.
Kathleen lay with her rival in her
arms, Rose's fair hair mingled with the
dark locks of her murderess.
Yes, murderess! For after recover-
ing his senses-, Malcolm Trenor learn
ed the truth. '
Mrs. Raymond handed him a note,
saying, amidst her tears : , j
" Kathleen left it for you. i believe
it is nothing bnt a note telling you of
their intended pleasure trip. You had
better read it at once, however, and
see."
' This is what it read :
"Malcom Trenor, I hate, ymi ! When
you left me, five years ago, you thought
you had broken the heart of a silly
child, but you had roused the hatred "
of a nature you could not understand,
I loved you once, madly. Death and
torture would have been nothing to
me, for your sake- Bat you spurned
that love after gaining it, and now I
have but one thought revngv! You
love Rose Hamilton. By robbing you
of her, I can strike you to the heart.
I pity her, poor child, but is not death
better than that she should learu the
bitter lesson I have learned ? I dare
not pray for forgiveness for what I am
about to do, but, -even with the dread
hereafter sa near me, I exult in the
misery you will f-aol, ih the life of hor
ror you will lead. For you are her
murderer before heaven, I am bat au
instrument in a higher hand.
Kathleen,"
Years passed away, but the li-ht
never cauio back to Malcolm TrenorV
eye, nor the joyou smile to his lips.
lie had thought lightly of bhhtiD"
the trust, and destroying the faith of
a woman's heart, and iu return he had
been robbed of all that made life dear
to him. If his punishment was severe,
his sin had bean great. , r
There is u -Jiving power ju true"
sentiments. When we hear thorn ki-,.
1T
ueu, they takeHheir place in oar mem
ories, and seem often to hide them
selves away out of sight But, in times
of trial, temptation or suffering, just
wneu they are needed for strength or
comfort, some spirit hand turns the
cat on which they were written, and
io! they are our again.
A Connecticut man displayed his
'.ack of caution by visiting a theatri-
al performance with & "sweet heart"
and unwittingly' seating' himself di
rectly in front of his wife, who, not
relishing the-situation, proceeded to
take down the young lady's back hair
and remove sundry articles of jewelry
and wearing apparel from her per
son, without the formality of an intro
duction. --'
Olive Logan commenced one of her
lectures at Newark, recently, with the
remark, ". Whenever I see a pretty
girl, I want to clasp her in my arms."
ao d we, shouted the boys in the
gallery. For a, mom :.t Olive .was uon-
plusscd, but, . recovering her solf-pos-session,
,he replied, "Well, boys, I
don't blame vou."
Bill Sartor, one . of the Union
county s burglary was arrested last
week.
" Wilmington -i3 happy the
session of a singing jaj bird.
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