Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1867-03-09

mt NV shoulder to the wheel. The
yery thought of it makes me strong,
Glare and we will do without each other
for few years. TELL your plans,
said Glare.
When Julian had told her, Clare
clung little closer to him, and hid her
face: but not for long. Julian felt his
own grow pale as she raised 1t again
with the desperate struggle after conr-
age in it.
olIy darling" said he, ''we shall be
| together in thought. We can trust
each other. "-''Yes, Julian" the re-
piled. -,
.'Aud then there are the mails, " said
ne. +.
"Yes,'' said Glare, firmly, thinking
all the while that Julian might be dead
long before letter could reach her,
Aud then, CHANGING at him, she saw
| that his fingers were playing nervously
with the work she had just Laid down,
and a cry, which was half sob, broke
from her. How was she eyer.to bear
with the old occupations when he was
gonel
s.JuIan,' said she, ''give me some
thing to do for you. 1 shall be happy
then.
He looked upon her gravely, and a
quick CLEAN intelligence came into bus
ace. t t-
"Clare," said he" the poo little girl
/ nv uncle mas so petted, il will fall
heavily on her, his Maytiower, you
know; and he will have nothing out OF
the ruin. Be good to my poor little
cousin"
"Nline, too" said Glare, trying to
smile "Thank you, Julian, Tor that
And now"
ga little while longer" said Julian.
"A few days perhaps, and then-we
will not think of the years that lie be-
tween, but of the meeting to come
shall we?"
CHAPTER II.
i Clare stood on the same hearth, no
longer girl, but a gentle, beautiful
woman, and a dark figure leaned against
the mantlepiece beside her; BUTT was
not Julian.
"What, back again, HectorP she
said, and her face was very sad as she
looked at him. Her eyes were full of a
strange wonder and compassion as the
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moment, and then left it dark.
did you think that calm goodnight
was going to satisfy me?1 said the
young man, vehemently. "You are SO
cold TO me-you, whose gentleness Is
on the lips of ali who know you. Why
: is it?"
4 81 ana not cold to you, Hector" she
replied. 81 am the same as ever"
She could lot keep those eyes of won
dering pity from his face, from reading
the rebellion and passionate remon-
STRANGE which spoke in every feature OF
it. He was little more than boy to
her; and yet she saw now, for the first
time; how strong the feeling was
which had written itself there outward
ly, as though he cared only that only
, that she should SO read it.
"Not coldp' said he. "You have
scarcely word or thought for me
and when L am here, n barely suffer
my presence. Yes, you are the same al
. ever-that is what / complain of. Yor
drive me mad"
She stopped him with look of pain
Hector" said she, Consider how
unreasonable all this is.
"Clare," he replied, understand
that every word you say is string t.
me. Have little mercy, little CHAR
: ity for mep
$50 have" she replied-''so / will
, Go. Heetor-that is Marion's step.
would not have her see you thus.
; 81 will ask but one thing of you,
! said the young man, biting his lip
: hard. "Suffer me to come again, onl,
once more, tomorrow"
|. Glare turned away from him, trou
. bled and i'll at ease. In the pleading
I voice of this wilful boy there rang a
: times tone that fell upon her like
sound from .farsoff land-a faint an,
distant echo, coming over the restles
:, waters to touch her with the great sol
3 rowful longing of hope deferred
! Would it not be better for herself tina
she should tell him all?
q "Come, If you will, Hector" sh
said.
!, He bent his head over her hand, tn
: hand on which Julian's betrothal rim
: glistened, and touched it with his lips
: but she hardly felt the touch, and the
: the door closed after him, and she wa
+ alone,
: Did ever passionate human love sue
as Hector's fail to touch the heart t
!, which it spoken? Clare was yet young
: too young surely TO give up all tb
: hopes aud dreams that cluster softl
. round woman's life. There was sn
! other love, calmer than Hector's, lk
: the ashes of a burnt-out fire; shonld sh
cheat him with -mimiery like that?-
Through all his passion and his plead
, ing, the grave thoughtful woman read
|. or believed she read, that it was but ;
titful storm of excitement, a ii lsh o
/. boyish enthusiasm that would die out
/, and then -
a servant came in to light the lannl
and lay q packet on the table, Clar,
, turned and took up the packet absent
!, ly, when the servant was gone, sht
|, opened it. There lay. before her tn,
, German poet. Julan's last finished
work, with its rich border of birds anC
flowers. She sank down on her knees
before the table, and tearsfeH Hpor
her clasped fingers as she read the brie
sentence that accompanied the work
..Found accidentally amongst som.
rubbish, from my poor godson's stu
! do"
Glare took a pen and marked out fht
, word poor from that sentence.
'sJulian,' she said, 'sIny Julian
j where?" But no one could tell he
that. ~6s
The next evening Clare stood befor,
the long glass upon the mantei-pieee
waiting, and strange expression came
, into her face. What beautiful woman
! is.there who does not know that she i.
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