The weekly standard., 1870-07-27

| quet; now and then we listened to some fa-
| nous singer together; sometimes We met
abroad, and he turned and walked my way.
Only once, at parting, he carried my hand
to his lips, standing in the dusky garden
with the sweet brcr perfuming all the dewy
air, and stars sitting through the lndens
If it troubles you to have me speak of
| the past, you will forgive me, for l must
speak of it." he said.
Speak on, | returned. have surviv-
cd it, and am sound in body and mind.
can surely hear it mentioned, if not with
pleasure, yet with indifference"
Then, since you sanction it, l will tell
you, that Eugene Esthwaite is still unmar.
ried. The beautiful English girl, you re-
member, who started for England to prepare
for her marriage never reached home; the
ship in which she sailed was lost" He
paused, but l made no rejonder. l felt
chilled to the marrow of my bones. You
see," he pursued, ;" it has all the elements of
a romance"
Yes" said then, but without Shade
OF bitterness; it is what they call retribu-
tion. | am sorry for them. Perhaps, after
all, he was not so much to blame; we had
been separated so long he had got used to
doing without me. And then, there is one
thing IN his favor-the letter wrote to him
explaining why had not sailed in the Sea
Spray, Ned forgot to mail, and after some
time he tossed it, together with a budget of
old letters and receipts, into a pigeaB hole
of his desk, where accidentally found 1t
last week You see, the man thinks have
really shuffled off this mortal coiln
nd T hau M
corning him"
Not one regret-ior myself"
But perhaps you will be glad to know
that he is on his way home?"
"You are Mistaken" l answered; sit
| gives me no pleasure"
Excuse me, if am ovcrbold but some
on9 says that women are born homeopa-
thists-thcy recover from one love only by
falling into another You have forgiven
and forgotten Mr. Esthwaitc, do ynu-can
you love another p
Mr.. Cavendish," cried, "you have no
right to ask :"
IF l, TO whom the question is most vital" )"
he said. if l have no right to ask, then you
have no need to answer; but for all that, [
love you, Isabel; shall love you forever"
:" In that case" 1 replied, /" it will be no
use for me TO withstand you, even if can !;
and, if the truth must be told, why, Anson,
IL"
You love me, too? Did you mean to
say that ?"
Il tlink-I did,
We were married when the roses were in
bloom; and it was one evening, during our
sojourn at the mountains, that | met Eugene
7
Anson, who had promised to join us by the
next stage, having been called away by bu-
siness a day or two before. The dusk had
hardly settled down, but the twilight was
such as to give objects II vague and Hide
fined appearance, as if in the act of vanish
ing. As the wind blew out tn: white man.
tie which wore in a cloud about me, while
paced the veranda, 1 brushed by two
strange gentlemen, on their way 10 the
house. But wcIG they strangers Had not
the one who started at sight of me, shud-
dering yisibly, a face as familiar as my own
"What is the uouble!' asked his com.
panion. Have you got Il chill Eugene p
Look, Hugh" he answered, do you see
any thing!"
Nothing to speak Of" returned the other,
looking over his shoulder in the direction
indicated, for had disappeared through an
archway that led into the house.
"Of course not" said his companion, in
an awe-struck voice; g it was only for me-
Hugh, you know l am not superstitious, but
l could take my oath that just now l saw
the wrath ola woman l once loved I"
Nonsense" Hugh reassured him you'll
think differently tomorrow morning; when
ones eyes are wcaried with travelling, one
sees strange flashes and visions" And so,
perhaps, Mr. Eisti,m aiie ti,oupii., wiio., I APP
peared before him next morning, at the call
OF the breakfast bell
Isabel p he whispered, leaving his seat
and coming to make certain that was not
a myth. docs the sea give up its victims {?
Do see you alive and well? This a bless,
ing had never dreamed Of"
Thank you," answered !; g so suppose
But let me introduce to you my husband
Mr. Anson Cavendish"
And Mr. Esthwaite bow ed, and addressed
| himself to his breakfast.