National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1867-01-25

ton. he was making for a book of
poems the people they had met at
Seaview steering clear, very care.
fully, of all dangerous themes.
Somehow Miss Haversham had
almost too well for her
own pleasure. She wished he had
not understood her 30 quickly, or
not obeyed her 80 readily. She
longed to hear him say, once, how
well he loved her though that was
the very thing she had prevented
him from saying. She was too
proud a woman, however, to make
any steps backward /; besides, she
understood perfectly that she had
done the only wise thing. So she
seconded his attempts at talking
about Indifferent matters, and grew
all the time more veyed to see how
easy he seemed to find it.
On tho way home he gathered a
handful Of golden rod, selecting
carefully the richest anl fullest
blossoms.
"Will you wear some of these to-
night 7" he asked her. "The flow
er should suit YOU, for there is no
sentiment about it, and it's name
suggests the quality which most
commends an object to your taste.
I want to see how this splendid Or
ange will look in your dark hair"
Yes, l will wear them," she said,
putting out her hand for the bios.
SONS. like them-they are roy
al. wonder who will gather gold
en- rod for me next year."
will, if am alive, and you
are not married.
She had made the remark in a
half pensive strain, not expecting
any answer, and his words, so earn
estly spoken, half startled her.
You will forget" she said trying
to be carelessly gay. " Nothing
would surprise me so much as that a
man should have memory year
long"
"Perhaps, then, shall have the
pleasure of surprising YOU"
She laughed, and shook her head,
as she ran up the steps of the hotel,
with the flowers in her hand; but.
once in her own room, she felt no IN,
clinatiOn to laugh-she knew that
something sadder than tears was in
her heart. She had never dreamed
that she cared SO much for Max Penn
broke. When she had made her
plans for letting him know that she
could be no poor mans wife, it had
all seemed easy enough; but now
she felt as if in some strange way
hope had been swept out of her life
and she was Indifferent about hel
future-cared not what stars might
shine in her sky, since cne stal
would rise for her no more.
She reused herself at last to dress
for evening. She put on a thin
black dress, through which her neck
and arms cleaned, polished and
perfect as marble. Then she twist
ed the long sprays of golden rod in
her heavy falling hair, and shaped
the wreath like coronet above hel
brow. The effect was striking
She looked like a princess with a
crown of dusky gold; If ever the
descendent Of any line of kings
were as beautiful as this New Eng
land girl, with the crimson staining
her cheek and lips, the wonderful
light in her great, dark eyes, and
the dusky dropping hair which the
crown became so well.
Max Pembroke's eyes kindled a
little as he came to meet her. She
was surprise to him. Beautiful as
he had always thought her, there
was about her tonight queenliel
grace. a subtle charm. But he said
nothing. 1t was not his way to
pay compliments only with his eyes
He kept close beside her, however
the entire evening, danced with nc
one else, and people began-jus1
now when the matter was all settled
between the two most interested
and the Irritation if you do not care
to call it by any better name, was
at an end-to say how desperately
matters were going on between Mis-
Haversham and Pembroke. Really
things were at last beginning II
look serious.
1t was midnight when Lu wen
up stairs, and she went with som
words that Pembroke had beel
singing ringing in her ears -
my heart is heavy, my heart Is old,
And that proves dross which counted gold
Iwatch no longer your curtains fold
The window is dark and the night is coli
And the story forever told"
Was the story forever toldf Ha
81 Q lost something she would see
Tor vainly and with tears, some day
She looked out of her window, tt
wards the sea that lay tossing b'
n neath the September moon. Sh
had chosen her room for this sam
glimpse of that wide waste of WI
ters. 1t meant eternity to her, b
cause it stretched away into
, boundless mystery which seemed il
. finite. 1t had preached her Sc
y mons subtler and more searchin
than any preachers voice woul
ever utter. Her worldly aims, HI
+ petty cares of this life, alwa,
0 shrank into insignifcance, when 81
looked out from that window. Loo
Q ing out, now, 1t seemed to her as
this world were through with, al
q | tandinn On the shore of EOme 9th