Weekly Trinity journal., 1868-12-05

= s.s NUMBER 40.
will be glad to hear it, away off inSfffs far-off
Spanish home. And some day he win come
back to claim me- It win all be right again
when he writes"
Bat the days swept by, and the weeks ripened
into months, and Harry Maynard did mot write
to Alice.
men are called courageous when they go into
the mont OF battle, and dare all fate may have
in store for them, bat 1t requires nobler cour-
age still to wait in silence and patience for iifss
revolving wheel to bring the wished-for hour
to endure and suffer, and yet to make no COM
plant. And with such courage as this Alice
Eden waited.
Three years had glided by, when at last stray
waif OF news aoated down the quiet tides of their
everyday life.
"we don't hear much Of Harry Maynard, since
his folks went to New York." said the Squire,
one evening, but I've seen old Mrs. Hale, who
is somehow related by marriage, you know"
DWELL ~
Alice had flushed scarlet, then grown deadly
pale, and stood with throbbing heart, listening.
"And he's come back from Estra-Estra-
what is the name of that place in Span-and
he'l be at Mrs. Hale's next week. I shall be
very glad to. see the old face again-very glad
repeated the old Squire, musingly, as he polished
the dim glasses of his spectacles.
How Alice's pulse throbbed. At last-at last
the time had come the cloudoef misunder-
standing would be cleared away-the sweet old
times would come back again. She should be-
gin to live her life over again, in newer,
brighter atmosphere.
She dressed herself very carefully the day that
Harry Maynard was to be at old Mrs. Hale's, for
she and her father were going over to call, and
welcome the returned wauderer home again.
a afnd
looked in the glass with sensation of innocent,
womanly pride.
I" Will he think me as beautiful as ever7 He
cannot well think otherwise" she murmered to
herself.
And, truly, she did look very lovely in her
lilac muslin dress, with the tiny white Grape
hat and pink roses. Her complexion heightened
by the excitement, was more brilliant than ever.
Her lips were scarlet as cleft cherry, and the
loose, misty gold of her bright curls foated like
an aureole of glory round her delicate oval face
care you ready, Alice?'' demanded Squire
EIDE from the foot of the stairs.
"All ready, papa"
The poplar trees in front of Mrs. Hales hand
some old stone mansion were red with the coral
dyes of sunset, when Alice and her father en-
tered the wide iron gates, 1anked on either side
by massive stone columns. Mrs. Hale who was
sitting on her broad piazza, rose Hospitality to
welcome them.
/
you. He's in the house it does seem SO good
to have him back from foreign parts again p
&c hope he's well p timidly hazarded Alice
as Mrs. Hale led the party into the cool parlor,
perfumed with rose-leaves, and full of shadowy
hooks and quiet cosy corners.
"Oh, yes; he's quite well, and 80 is Rosalba.
You may believe was astonshed when But
| here he comes now l''
And in the same moment Harry Maynard en-
tered, cordial and pleasant as ever.
Yet be was changed, altered, grown, and for
the better. He had gone away youth-he re-
these explanations Alice had thought It
would be; but she caught at the opportunity
when her father had gone with Mrs. Hale to look
at the great Wistana vine which was just burst
ing into bloom on the west galleries of the
house.
Harry-when you went away it was sud-
den
She paused. He bent his stately head little
forward, courteously, awaiting her next words.
ell think we did not quite understand each
other, and"
The door opened at this instant, and beauti-
full girl entered-a girl dark and brilliant as a
tropic flower, with superb silken black hair,
eyes as dark as midnight, and olive cheeks,
where the crimson of a roses heart bloomed
gloriousy. Her dress of pink lawn was very
becoming to her brilliant style, and diamonds
blazf in long pendants from her exquisitely-
''Miss Eden" said Harry, rising with proud,
fond smile, ALLOW me to introduce my wife,
Mrs. Maynard, from Madrid. Rosalba, this is
Miss Alice Eden, one Of my oldest friends"
Rosalba came up to Alice with the bright well
come and outstretched hands of child, but how
cold were the palms they touched
g How pale yon are p said Rosalba, with
peculiar foreign accent. Are all the American
ladies 80 white-so colorless ~
| Alice could not answer. She was glad when
Mrs. Hale and the Squire came in, to make the
brides acquaintance.
| She went back home that very night to bury
the old hopes the old love, in their resurrection
less grave Was it not we'll? She had scorned
the love once laid at her feet. 1t was past her
recall now. Rosalba was his wife; she was for
gotten
81 am rightly punished !'' she sobbed with
her face pressed close to her tear-drenched pill
low. "But it is very hard to bear"
Alice Eden never married. lifetime OF Sc,
clusion and solitude was the penalty she paio
for the one error of her beautiful girlhood- anu
Rosalba's smiles make the brightness Oh harry
Maynard's home now.
| DREssINe.-A man can dress in less 'in'e I'm"
ANYTHING but fish but Woman is like rose