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CHAPTER VI

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but they were beyond his reach.
CHAPTER VI.
About eleven o'clock the next morning.
a;tired in a plain white dress, which fitted
her exquisite form of perfection, with no
ornament save a tiny rosebud IN her
luxuriant hair, sat beautiful girl upon
the very sofa occupied the night previous
by The lady in the blue -diminio. The
drawing room was well filled with numer-
ous ladies and their admirers. Anxious
suffers were swarming around her, too.
but her eyes were wandering in search OF
a counterpart TO the flower in her hair
Suddenly lhey fell upon rose bud dang
ling To gentleman's vest in a distant
pare OF the room. She raised them to his
face. He had already discovered her, and
seemed TO be gazing with eager interes,
toward her. Now was the propitious
moment TO transfer the tiny flower to her
heaving bosom. But no. smile Of scorn
spreads over her beautiful features, and
with n slightly heightened color she turn
ed away, and continued conversing with
Howard Stanhope with arms folded over
heart well nigh bursting with misery
He had not mistaken the low, sweet. sill
very tone OF the maiden. The blue do-
mimic and Isabel Denham were one
Strange coincidence, Fully convinced
by the look of naughty contempt with
which she had regarded him, that her
music Of the pas, he turned and Left the
room. and in the solitude Of his chamber
sought communion with his torn and bleed.
ing spirit. Ah woe TO the true-hearted
who love on through chance and change
the same. Stanhope had compared his
love TO "A cream, an6 said, cit was ended"
to a ire, and thought II extinguished.
But he was to DC no longer deceived -
Not extinguished, il had only slept--slepr
tne sleep of the volcano. Once again
aToused--it swept over his heart like the
burning stream of lava tide--ihe resist.
less sweep of the mad tornado. And
come what would, he determined 10 seek
an explanation from lsab herself. il that
were 10 be obiained-if not, from her
father.
Certain despair were preferable 10 this
suspense. Another week rolled on, and
Stanhope had not yet been able TO obtain
an interview with Miss Denharn. He
wished il TO appear the result of accident.
and hitherto 10 fit opportunity had ofier-
ed. In the meantime he was The con-
slant companion OF The fair Julia W,
and gossip had already announced him an
accepted suiter.
And how was il with Isabel? Since
her departure from Washington more than
year before. many worthy hearts had
paid homage at the shrine of her witch
ing lovcuness. and many love tones had
fallen upon hex ear--but oil were un-
needed. all in vain. And now that she
had again met with one whom she consi-
dered the betrayer OF her affection and
confidence. it was strange how her heart
iiutiered a; his presence. What 10 her
that he was so soon TO claim Kentucky's
fair daughter for his bride? Had she not
the proofs of his guilt? and was he not
unworthy even of a thought! But hist.
a strange, curious thing is the human
heart--who can know il? One evening,
the evening before her expected departure
for Washington. While sitting convsrsing
with a few friends in the drawing room.
she caught The eyes of Stanhcpe fixed
upon her with look OF the most tender.
yet mournlul interest and she thoX ght she
heard him sigh as he passed slowly out.
What handsome, noble-looking young
man." said one of her female companions.
Il wonder who he can be-" No reply
was made. however, by act Of the party,
and the conversation was resumed.
Soon came the hour for the accustomed
dance. Gayer, more brilliant than usual
the peerless Isabel floated through the
saloon. making all hearts conquest by the
magic of her smile. She was 10 bid adieu
to -morrow--and profuse were the regrets
offered al her expected departure. Elaied
by her success, and giving free scope 10
the buoyancy Of her disposition, she shone
more respiendently beautiful then ever,
and bore off the palm from every compe-
tltor. "oh- how happy. how joyous"
was the mental ejaculation Of those who
watched her beaming face in the dance.
And yet somehow that night 1t happened
the fair beau;y's pillow was wet with tears
--sha llow in The heart must be The foun-
tain of SORROW that will not sometimes
overflow. When she arose the next
morning. upon her toilet lay a note ad-
dressed TO her, in characters Sue but too
we'll remembered. They were those Of
Sianhope. Hastily obeying the impulse
of her ardent nature she opened it, and
read. 1t was short. but oh, how plead.
ing.
'Isabel-Wby, why. did You leave met
Till the hour met you here dtemed my love
had faded away, but II is bright as in its ear
ly days. Since my separation from thee have
sought fame, and the sound of its trums filed