Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1873-07-19

was one of those physicians who always
| took personal interest in his patients
| and even the few hours he was at home
his mind WAS preOeeaPied tor them, ana
| the. preparing of special remedies fol
special cases. Leslie Wolcott had, by
great -self-deaial, ahstained, from VISIT
| ing at the Doctors with his Ofden ffee-
dom. He knew, when he Thought abeli
il. that he oHglI 10 leaye Brent imme-
| diately. Bnt What could he do? He
| had promised his sister TO stay, and he
| had no where else to go, really.
| Never since that night had he been
alone with Lena. But one night-it was
one ct those rare Jtsly nights. when the
world is so fair that 1.-THE golden streets
| and crystal sea" canliot allure ones
Thoughts from the splendor and glory OF
this beautiful learth-beWiidered and in
toxieaaesIt by 4the, dewy. airs aud Faint
sweet odors, his feet quite unconscious
ly took the direction Of his heart, and
stopped where that stopped, before an
open door, with a white, fair face
cleaning through the star light.
The great elms dropped low over the
roof, and the wind stirred the leaves
with low, murmurous sound. Away
in the distance the sea glimmered like
molten silver, and here and there
through the village, lights shone softly,
out through open doors and windows.
A pensive whipporwill came aud perch
ed in the branches of a neiShboring
tree, and poured out its sweet, tenderl
song. For the first 3 time since that
night Leslie Woleott and Lena Dins-i
more were alone. Even Jane Davittl
was absent, some of her folks being sick
Indeed ,ssickuess of some SORT was -cilren--
ic at the Davitts. Someof them we're;
perpetually ''ailin'," to use Mrs. Da-i
Wits expression; but as there was an
indefinite number of them, il didn't.
come so hard for they caildtak tarns,
and it took some time to get around.
Perhaps if Jane had known that VOL
cott~ would come, she might not have
gone, under the impression that he would
be disappointed. But she did not know,
and SO she tarried, ant, as she tarrled,
fate wove her tangled threads in and out
through the qnigering leaves, brocadingI
the dark pattern with shimmeringsstars,
and saturating it through and through
with languorous odors.
Lena would have fled from the dang!
er, but the dreamy, langtorons air held
her like spell. Besides, his hand
touched hers-not cold and trembling
now, but warm, soft and clingingg-and!
his face looked up in hers, not pale and:
SiiI anu oub btit sahu 6icW
ing with uncomfortable, irresistiblet
passion She tried to look away, bnt he
drew her eyes to his by that strange
magnetic power with which his wholei
organism was SO heavily charged. She
could not resist--he drew and held her;
in spite of herself. She struggled against
the subtitle iafiuence until she trenbled.
in every limb, and still she felt herself,
slipping. By-and-by his voice, low,
tender, imploring, trembled on the air,
and fell into the sweet'air, like the muir,
mur of the leaves, and the soft song OF,
the whippoorwiH:
go Lena! my love, my life, my soul!'
He opened his arms; she made one
last effort trembled and fiuttered, like
a charmed bird, and then, faint and,
dizzy, fell forward against his bosom.
His arms closed her in, and his lips;
pressed hers once, twice, thrice with
passionate fervor. Then suddenly, rs it
iinbued with some mysterious strength.
she threw off his eneircling arms, sprang
into the hall, and ran like frightened
hare up the long stairway, and into her
own room, and slipping the bolt, fell
across the bed in a swOnn.-