The weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 186?-1869, 1869-06-23

given her up on any slight provocation,"
continued Mrs. Lane. &, 9Yet L think she
could not but reproach herself for her con-
duct if she saw him now"
"Aw.p said the major, quite romantic
Shall We w-see this hero, this"
"Don't laugh at him, Major Warder"
cried Garry. & Won would give your ewes to
be half as handsome :" ~ ''4.'' -
+ Again tbe cnrafe looked uncomfortable,
Init Garry relieved him somewhat when she
odded II have nm idea that he is still deyo-
TOD IN tbis oirl whoever she NAV be. /
have watchcd him oazin,, out of the win
dow with such a far-away look in his eyes,
as if he were thinking of her and other
davsn j, sEtt .,.i s,efj,r. f-l7.,,4
IAw-.shall we-aw-see him 10 night %
asked the Major aoain
.perhaps we NAV induce him to come in
|. IN atbo drawing room after tea. y said Carry.
uDnn,t ynu Feel ntercsted-aw-and GU
rious Miss Holroyd % asked the Major, GO
ino nm to where She stood.
She was pale ut all times but at that mo-
ment Glare Holroyd's lace was ghastly. &
"My dear YOU are cold" said Mrs Lane.
"Carry. YOU must leave the game and come
into the dining-room there is a small fire
there. and we will have some tea. Come,
Clare I cannot let YOU catch cold on my
lawn or Won will not be allowed to come
here aoain - ~ ft = W.fc uG,e H.n
Mrs. Lane rose, took the Young girls arm,
and led her to the house, the Others follow
inoly SLOWLY.
An hour afterward when the twilight
MINGLED with moonlight and cast shadows
upon the stone balcony outside the library
window. Capt. Challoner rose up from the
sofa where he had been living all the after
noon. and with a weak, wavering step, he
stroye to pace the room. He was growing
weary of that tedious confinement. day and
day and he struggled hard against the
weakness which oyercamc him. His left
arm was bound up in a sling; with che
right he steadied himself in his walk,
holding on by the book case. the table, and
chairs. ----s-s .
I Mrs. Lane had called Charles Challoner
handsome: but strictly speaking, he was
not so-neyer had been. 1t was a fine, a
noble face one you could trust in, one you
might like to have near you in time of dark
ness, doubt, difficulty OF trial. There was
intellect in the broad high brow; there
was tenderness and truthtulness In the large
and brown eyes, which at tunes seemed 10
be looking star away" as Carry Lane SAID,
and there was brave trmness In the mouth
and the massive chin -i8,.t I. l..43
Presently Capt. Challoner stopped IN the
middle OF his walk. his ear caught the
sound OF music IN the drawing room across
the hall. lie stood moment to listen:
Young, sweet voices sang "Annle Laurie"
Slowly he staggered back to his sofa again,
carrying horae 0! haii-iofgotteh memories
with hlm-memories Whlch nao gone 10 Id,
Ola year ago with MN, loilowlnS MIN al
through the scenes OF war and death, ana
returning home again, only to be banlshed
by fever and unconsclousness. BACK tney
flowed with double force, as ANNE Laurie"
broke on the stiffness around @
"Her song Her song ]" he murmured
Il hoped hoped l had forgotten her
The poor, wounded hand struggled hard
to cover his face, but only the right arm was
able to do its work, and the man who had
once been so strong and brave groaned IN
anguish-perhaps for his helpless state, but
methinks it was more at the memories
which the old song recalled.
az could have borne it all, had she not
married him-that fellow-that fool In he
groaned. p ~ 4-s- tf..sf....- .r..,ss
ALI. there was a wound in Charles Chal-
toner's heart far deeper than that in his arm
"a wound which time did not heal. The
opening of the door caused him to look
round then trembling STAGGERING and
obastlv he rose to his feet Was Il the
Ghost Of his former love that came TO him
there in that moonlight silence. robed in
white. with her pale. beautiful face riyaling
her dress2 moment she naused then
with outstretched hand Clara Holroyd came
toward him,
uCant Challonern sbe said uJ hoard Won
wore here thew told me~von were IN 7
am come to see you-toEsay / wroneed
you once, in my cruel foolishness; but 1
ask you to forgive" ..-.. s..-.r5-sr
Broken, disjoin5ed, and almost incompre-
hensible as was her speech, he understood
it. Hf.- - '.''+ Hll
1t was no ghost then, 1t was really Clare
Holroyd-his first, his only love. And the
face he had wearied and pined to see was
there now, at his side, the moonlight play
ing upon it, and upon the soft, golden hair
Glare Holroyd, more beautiful than ever,
because of the pride, the hauteur that was
gone, the gentle, tender humility which had
come. Challoner saw the danger and re-
membered she was another mans wife. He
recovered himself in a moment. He took
the oustretched hand, felt the slender fingers
clasp his own, then carelessly, coldly, he let
it go. And Clare stood there looking up at
him with yearning, sorrowful pity in her
lace; she could see how I'LL he had been,
how weak he was, and when her eyes fell on
| the poor, helpless, wounded arm, great
tears swelled into them. How different to
the Charlie Challoner of old Bright, brave
true-hearted, noble Charlie Challoner, who