The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-11-14
FAITHFUL TO THE LAST.

Curley Moor against the whole country
for genuine sport, and you can't stop IL
London while the games about"
1t must have been this argument which
induced Arthur Goldthrope to 60 down tc
Hartley hall. when the season in tow1
was at an eud, and it was no longer any
use making morning calls in Belgrave
square. The pleasant time was over, the
long rides, the happy talks were past
Lillian Hartley had gone, aRd had left
behind her all sorts of passionate love
raging in Arthur's heart. Of course she
knew he would follow her. Had not there
been a tender pressure of the haud and a
wistful look whe0 they parted, that made
Arthur instantly remember Fred's invita-
tioD, rnd resolved to accept it? Did not
he whisper as much, and did not he make
his appearance punctuaIiy at the given
day, when Lillian was so terribly surprised
to see him, aud had no idea be would care
to spare the time for such poor sport as
/ Curley Moor could offer.
/ 1t was glorious autumn; never had
The mornings been more bright and clear
or the Dight more calm and still. The
shooting did not 60 for much, and Fred
was very properly disg usted-but Arthur
Remembered those summer days as the
happiest of his life. If it had, hitherto
been pleasant to have Lillian in a fashion
able drawing-room, or crowded park,
what was it to wander through shady lanes
and smooth paddocks by her side ?-to
have her giauclng up at him from CO.
quettlsh straw hat, with the sunlight just
lighting up her dimpled chin, and scat.
terlng gold dust over her brown curls
/ What was 1t to hold her little bare band
and stea! kiss in the moonlight, when
/ he croquet vas over, and everybody
just took turn before going in ~ Ar
thur began to wonder where his skepti-
cism about love had gone to; how he had
used to laugh at the tender passion and
here was he, almost trembling when he
heard certain step upon the stairs, and
gTeedily coveting little glove he had
,toIen night ago. Thank heaven, that
however wise aud knowing we get in our
geocratiou, We all Of Us at some time or
other are willing to lay down our wisdom
and worship blindly Perhaps the OBJ
ject is often uaworthy, perhaps in after
years we marvel at the infatuation; but
We knew purer happier thoughts while
the delusion was upon US we were lifted
out of ourselves, We thought we recog-
nized something higher and better; for a
time We seemed to forget the selfish, ,gras.
ping world, and through our love were
lifted nearer TO holiness aHd God.
The promised fortnight Aew on to three
weeks every day Arthur felt be must 90
tomorrow, when it came the threatened
separation seemed harder; be thought be
could have fingered or forever il idle dal-
lance at Lily's side What could man
want more, with such companien and
the "Idyllis" for literature? Was there
business or money to be thought Of Had
not the world changed to Arcadia would
not the sun always shine, the birds sing,
the flowers blcomY Could death, decay.
blight aud separation be only hanging off
a little time, before it broke through the
dream?
At length an imperative summons came
from home ; the 6as had gone forth, the
lovers must part. GOldthrope senior was
a wealthy London merchant, whose for
eigu trade was principally Indian at this
precise juneture some important misun-
derstauding bad arisen with the branch
establishment, and it was necessary a
principal should 90 over and settle the
matters. Mr.. Goldthrope delegated this
Office to his son.
''It will admit of no delay" he wrote,
'come back instantly to town. Make
your arrangements and start by the next
mail As regards your engagement with
Miss Hartley, leave that till you return
from India when you come back, you
will be my partner, and at liberty to please
yourself ID that particular"
Arthur showed this letter to Lillian's
father. 1t was not cordial one, perhaps
but Mr.. GoId:hrope was reserved, purse
proud man, apd II he offered no cougrat.
ulatious, at least be made no obstacles to
his sons happiness.
"You will let us correspond ?" pleaded
Artur "you will les me consider her mine
the instant [ return to claim her | can
not 60 if our engagement is not to be
binding"
Mr.. Hartley gave his consent aud the
lovers parted. The spell was broken
Arthur rushed home, and in little time
announced his departure. Lillian put
his first letter in her bosop, and wander
ed once more along the old pathway that
they hads often trodden together; a cold
wind sh ook the trees, dry autumn leaves
feli thick aud fast; the glory of the sum.
mer had gone past; he might have taken
the sunshine with him, ii was so dreary