The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1873-09-20

more than Katie WILL
When we left, Owen Vivian came to my
horses side, and as he patted her neck
saw his face, and a world Of anguish in it.
God bless you, Ruby ~ that was all;
and wish I could see the end, for as sit
alone, shadows dark and sombre fit across
my eyes. only see one face, and it is not
Lord Montford's.
1st June.-Nearly month has gone
since the day last wrote. I'm getting
tired of my journal now; things go on as
usual here. l see my lord every day, and
no one could be kinder. wish l were
better for his sake; the blessing is that he
will never know that his is not d" the face
see in my Dreams" go to church always
now. l think l come homo happier.
sit in the corner of the pew where papa
used to sit, and wonder if l shall ever go
book with our tutors name in it, and the
prayers seem sweeter out of that. I never
see him now, and hope I never may again.
don't know what l should do now if
after church, while Kate went to read to
some old woman, Charley and l took up
our quarters in bayfield,, and while lie
smoked l thought.
Presently was interrupted by his call
ing out, Ruby"
"Wen? I'm not deaf! Don't talk SO
loud ~
"No; but you seemed lost in thought,
and I thought you'd want startler to
waken you up. Well, if you had lost
your heart to Vivian, and he to you, would
you have married him %
"What question! OF course not =
People in our elevated position cannot
afford to marry for love-"
"Well, I'm very much mistaken if you
wouldn't, though one never gets at your
real thoughts; still you're not the girl l
take you for, if you wouldn't"
"Why, do you want to marry a beggar,
and to get me to back you up?"
"Not 1. If you were not going to
marry, l never would; as it is, I'll have to
get some one to tease when you go; what
with Vivian and you gone, the house won't
be bearable."
"Charley."
"Well? Don't talk in whisper; for if
you're not deaf, am
elf Owen Vivian loves Kate, and she
him, why not speak to him? You need
not involve her in any way. Tell him you
fancy he likes her, and if she likes him,
you will let him have her. l really think
he's sad about it, and he is the finest man
we know"
This was what l had longed to ask my
brother for some time; as did so, ex-
perienced what the love was that could
forget itself for the sake of the beloved
object; and, Ruby, you are not so poor and
mean after all.
81 don't know that you're not right,
Ruby" my brother said. "Why should
not? Kate will have her own fortune, and
Owen can at least try his fate. I'll go to-
morrow
Then Kate joined us, and 1 looked on
her with new and painful interest. If
he wins my lovely Katie, it will make up
to him for any pain have caused his kind
heart.
I'd June.-I was sitting to-day in the
library when Charley returned from the
Grange. My heart beat very fast as he
closed the door and came up to me; for
though l did want them to be happy, still
whenever it came it would be blow.
"Ruby, we have all been wrong. !
found him looking quite ill. He was very
glad to see me. l told him what you said,
not from you, of course, but from myself,
and he assured me that neither he nor
Kate ever thought of each other except as
friends. l looked very foolish going on
such FOOLS errand, but l was quite glad
afterwards, fer he felt my speaking to him
as only Vivian would feel it, and the fact
of my telling him that l would give him
my sister showed him at once what
thought of him.
Charley never seemed to think that it
also proved him to be very fine fellow
Then it was SO, and poor Katie's love had
no return.
Alas, my own thoughts are troubled, fol-
it seems to me possible that I, the worth.
less, spoiled Ruby, may be loved by oul
tutor after all. 1t does bring joy with it
too, though it is too late, and almost un.
consciously hug the sweet possibility to
my heart, and l go about the house as
though my load had gone from me.
Charley and had agreed never to men.
ton him to Kate, and as he is going away
| ali me never to come back to us any
more-she may forget him; for Katie,
though tender and gentle, may forget.
GOTH July.-The things have to write
of are month gone, gone into that past
that will ever be for me in life the present
and the future. True, as the engaged wife
Of Lord Montford, l had no hope, but
| is none.
Sitting that night in June, with the white
summer roses he loved so we'll resting
against my open window, 1 did feel that
though utterly parted, still there would bs
one spot on earth where l might breathe
| the same air and look on the same scenes
his eyes rested on. Now there is none
not if went from pole to pole, and ira
versed every spot on which Gods sun rests
Sitting at night wondering whether hi
love was mine, whether it was for my SAKE
that he had exiled himself from the onl,
home he had ever known, was disturbed
by a sob outside our door, and opening i
saw our maid.
| "What is the matter, Julia %
"Save us all, Miss Ruby, but it's F.;
dreadful day ~
"Speak, girl r' said I, shaking her arm
"What is it?'
cts Mr.. Vivian, miss; he's"
"Dead? ?" l asked, feeling the world TO
me had come to an end. "Dead ?" Julia
is it dead?"
{" No, but dying, miss
"Where?"
cat the Grange, miss" Then, as pu
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