Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-07-24

us rest on this little bench some kind
fairy has provided U.S."
IT occurs to me that your fairy friend
might have got up something a little
more luxurious"
"Ah! there it is. Always luxurious
How can you take up the burdens of
life, you, whose heart has never strug-
gled with sorrow or known what bit
terness is :"
"Why do you insist on making me so
entirely butterfly? /, too, have read
my life in tears, have suffered far more
in all likelihood than yourself" T."
ALAS, no, " she sighed.
Miss Maynard, my dear Miss May
nard. Whatever may have been my
own sorrows, and they have been neith-
er few nor light, / have conquered
them. But you, who are so young, so
beautiful, what can you know of pain,
and why will you not let me comfort
you ?"
1T is impossible"
''Miss Maynard, tomorrow / leave
the Beach. l shall return not to the old
life, but to earnest work. Ny life
hitherto aimless, has now an object.
Surely your woman's heart has told you
what that object is ?"
She was silent. Her head was turned
from me, but / thought / saw a tear
falling slowly down her cheek
Lulu. Dearest, | love you with
my whole heart and soul"
As / spoke drew her to me. For a
moment - one blissful moment - she
rested in my arms. Then she hastily
disengaged herself and stood up.
George" she said, 81 have gone too
far-I will write you tomorrow. But
now please-please take me home"
| took her home without another word.
She seemed so wearied and sorrowful
that did not urge her any further. ]
only tried to comfort her. And / think
she appreciated my motive and was
very grateful, for when I opened the
door for her she said, very gently,
You have been very kind to me, and
if we do not meet again, farewell, and
God bless you"
l lifted her hand gently to my lips,
kissed it and left her.
Looking back. / saw she was still
standing in the doorway, and though il
was too dark to see her face. / knew it
was turned towards me.
One Of the great mistakes of stupid
people is the idea that a man in moments
Of great emOtiOn-particularl in mat
tcrs of lOye-rayes round, tearing his
hair, and weeping wildly, or else lies
PROSTATE on the floor tapping the carpet
with the toe of his boot, and howling
dismally. In point of fact, the "Indian
at the stake, is trifie to any well bred
man in atfliction. But | felt unpleas-
antlv.
OF course she loved me- That was
plain. But what was the obstacle, the
barrier between Us? However, l COM
fOrted myself by thinking Of the letter
that was to come.
The morning train took me from the
beach, and had ssne business matters
which occupied ny attention all that
and the following dag. After dinner on
Friday. Il had left u Wednesday, re-
ceiyed by express a package from the
beach, and recognized the Denyer's crest
on one of the seals. Most men would
have torn it open hastily and with un-
gentlemanly eagerness. / lit a cigar,
rang for my slippers, put them on, set
myself in nay favOrite chair and leisure
ly opened the packet. First, there was
a small sandal-woOd box, and in it this
pipe and letter. Iiopened the letter
which | knew was from Charley's sister,
and saw a note enclosed. NY heart be-
ginning to beat rather rapidly, I laid il
down, no stupid, not nay heart. but
the note, until ! had recovered my
calmness. Then l opened it and read
thus:
The BEAcH-Thursday
Il am quite sure that so distinguished
a tlirt as Mr.. Smith must have enjoyed
the little affair at the beach immensely.
My husband - wasn't it good of him
to let US have those moonlight walks to-
gether ?-desires me to present his COM
pliments TO you for a little party we
are making for the White Mountains
We shall start about the first of Sep
tember. Must / add that | shall be de-
lighted if you will join us? All, no !
am sure you viii feel at once how much
pleasure it would give me. Do let me
hear whether you have commenced that
hard work we talked so much about
Trusting-hoping to see you,
Sincerely, l. NJ"
/ was once knocked downin tie street
and remember distinctly the feeling
l experienced when my head and the
met confused, is, / think,
the proper phrase. 1t was in itself not
pleasant, but in comparison with the
note it was delightful-quite delightful
1t was quite clear of course. These
things are quite clear when you look
back on them. / picked up Miss Den
ver's letter and read it. The epistle ran
thus:
THURSDAY.
My DEAR MR. SMITH II am so much
obliged TO you for your kindness, and
particularly in having so faithfully kept
your promise. Now / don't often pay
my debts but having earned the pipe SO
nobly that ! cannot refuse you your re-
ward. And when you smoke, you may
think of its giver
Your friend,
ALICE D.
p. 81 enclose you a note from Lu-
lu-see how trust you, She tells me
that it is to ask you to join our White
Mountain party. OF course you viii
come?
by the way, wasn't it funny, Lulu
wouldn't believe that you could mistake
her for her husbands niece. 1 won a
dear little bet on that, so you see ] can
afford to pay you your pipe.
Again,
ALICE D"
That was the last straw. / swore.
Yes / did And mashed all the cheap
things in the room. BY Joye. IL makes
my blood boil even now to think of
that girls treachery.
But kept the pipe as a sort of warn
ing, you know.
Gracious That's twelve o'clock. We
shan't stand chance for supper, and
Mrs c. will be raging. And now you
know how l got that confounded pipe
let's hurry off.
HERBERT STANIEY.