Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1872-05-25
MAYS REVENGE.

you loNt l1t I)ul solllttHlHp lOltS YOU
back from me-some strange, nervous
fancy of your own-vague but potent,
indescribable but real
She listened. Was it his voice, mel.
low, captivating, wooing her strangely
an its tenderness, or just her own con
seriousness speaking out?
For she did love him, ah, how well!
and was it likely that she could SO CON
troll telltale eyes and bushes and voice,
and nerves, so that he could not guess
her sweet secret? And the barrier, too,
keeping her back from the loving arms
that seemed her natural protectors
What was it? why was it? whence came
it? From her own snperhuous distrust,
her too great timidity and doubt?
PUTT away, Gertrude darling! Come
to mev'
He opened his arms, his face glowed,
his very soul seemed to beckon her
from those soft, tender eyes.
Just breadth nearer she moved, and
then, as if cold wind had swept over
her, she shranl1 back.
" cannot, ah, cannot - she shud-
dered. Bernard you must let me 90!
We are not made for each other. An
invisible but awful fate stands between
u.s.
With step he reached her, and
clasped her in his arms
"Thus | trample on it! thus | con-
quer it My darling, nothing shall sepa-
rate us"
His kisses were on her lips, his voice
charming her The great tidal. wave of
love seemed ready to sweep her away
INTO compliance, confession, promise
But-and how strange it was to her,
who can tell ?-the same cold hand held
her back, the same pitiless, inexorable
voice said:
" He is not for you. Turn YOUR back
upon the heaven of this love! Go out
once more into the rough ways of the
world. Not for you sweetness, rest,
peace, sympathy. Go your lonely way.
1t is so appointedw
The conflict whitened her cheeks,
carried great, deathly sickness to her
heart, and presently the tender, Weld.
ing, lovely form in his arms grew rigid,
and all its sweet, warm life seemed to
flee away.
"Great heaven! have killed her p"
he said, pale as death.
AT first he would not call any one, for
at that instant he believed it was only a
swoon; but the unyielding pallor fright
ened him soon, and he rang the bell
loudly.
Mrs. Give came running in.
Good gracious Bernard, told YOU
not to agitate her. She's been as ner-
vous as could be for month. And now
she'll be i'll, dare say-and everything
packed up for Willoughby House i!
There, Gertrude, my dear, aren't you
better now? Do 80 away, Bernard,
But Bernard did not 80.
Little Mrs. Give, who ordered every.
body about in the most good
but absolute manner, found her brother
beyond her management.
Bernard stayed, and brought wine and
strong waters, and insisted on leaving
Miss Stanley to lie down, and would
take Mrs. Give away with him, in spite
of her resistance.
=" tell you it's only the heat, Louise,
and those great boys of yours. The
poor girl is overworked, and no won.
der"
Mrs. Give, opening her blue eyes in
remonstrance and her lips to reply,
found herself put down unceremonious
ly, and set to packing china.
declare" she said, recovering her
senses, | never had so much trouble
with Give in all my life. | wish Ger
trude JOY of him, and hope she may
b. able to manage him. Oyerworked
in my house, indeedr'
Careless OF the little tempest in his
sisters mind-he would orly have
laughed at it good. naturally, if he had
known of it-Bernard Give was walk
ing up and down the verandah, medi-
Eating on his-defeat, shall we call it?
MOI SO. Bernard gave it no such name.
An lmpulslve, brilliant, strong willed
man of talent, he was accustomed to
succeed. His personal magnetism was
something wonderful. Allied to his
rare abilities, it might have won him
almost any position. But social success
was all he aspired to-his highest ambi-
ton, to win without toll any woman
who pleased his versatile fancy.
lie was, it must be confessed, a little
stated with triumph now. just home
from prolonged residence in Europe.
the pretty butterflies of Mrs. Gives set
had fluttered around him in vain.
But Gertrude Stanley came, and Ber-
nard loved her as he never had, never
should love again-so he told her. and
so he really thought. What remained
then but to win and wear?
A mere nothing" thought Bernard,
as he softly pulled blue cloud of smoke
INTO the air; "a subtle, intangible
thing, as evanescent and bodless as this
coil OF vapor, creature of weak nerves,
phantasm of the imagination-is this
thing to come between her and me
by all the gods, no! She loves me
She did not deny it-her eyes confessed
IT. his dark cheek flushed at the
thought, land soon her. sweet lips
shall confess it, too. Willoug hby House
will be good for her. She was pale this
morning, the darling! At willoughby
she shall get back her roses"
In week Mrs. Give and the family |
were settled at Willoughby House.
1t was gloomy stone pile set in vast |
lawn, remote and unattractive enough
to the gay travellers on the public road.
But when the carriage stopped at the
entrance, and Bernard received them
with atfectionate smiles, and Mrs. Give
saw the complete renovation he had
cifected within, she was more than glad
she had come to Willoughby.
The elegant, carved ceilings had been
painted in fresh Pompeiian colors.
Sombre drapery and antique furniture
had been banished to lumberrooms, and
unique, lovely buhl tables and bamboo