The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1873-08-17

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rich and chlldless, had relurned from
South America, and longcd TO meet
The child Of Ills only sister, ana take
her 70 his heart and home Mlldred's
KIND friends shed many tears over the
coming separation from the young
girl, to whom their hearts clung 50
tenderly, and she half dreaded having
wished for the arrival Of her rich
uncle, and felt almost bewlldered when
he came NJ last. and took her away In
a handsome carriage, drawn 10y pair
ofsplrted bays The last "good-byco
had been spoken, she had been pressed
warmly to two loving hearts, and with
a trembling God bless you, my child, y
from her second mother, had turned
from the kind friends and hospltablo
shelter given to her lonely orphanage,
to give herself TO guardian no less
kind and loving than those she left.
a year was spent at one Of the first
boarding schools Tor young ladies, two
years travelling with her uncle in llu-
rope, and then she found herself In n
handsome city residence, II beauty,
BELLE and heress. She had kept up her
correspondence with Harold, but for
some time she had found her interest
In his letters growing less and less, and
the world was all too surely weaving
her from her early associations, that
were once 50 dear TO her.
In the meantime Harold was fast
gaining reputation as Il man of bust
ness and energy, and his employer of
fercd him partnership on very gen.
erous terms, and though the golden
road to riches was opening wide before
his eager feet, there remained many
efforts TO be made before the
wished-for goal could be won. When
he learned that Mildred Livingstone
had returned from the Old World, and
was residing In u neighbOring city, he
obtained u short leave Of absence and
fastened to welcome her TO her native
land and his own loyal heart
Her lukewarm reception smote upon
his fond anticipations, like chill au-
tumn winds on budding flowers, and
he soon felt that the girl he so fondly
loved, had bowed before the altar Of
and laid thereon henoblest
attributes of her being, What Harold
suffered no one but his
Maker knew. lie bore his grief ST.
lently, met his great woe manlnlly,
with the firm resolution TO conquer his
fatal attachment for one so utterly
He gathered, as he had
promised, every letter and token Of
hers, and sert them to her not even
enclosing onelinc of farewell Mildred
'at alone in her luxurious chamber
when the package Of mement0s was
handed her, and leaning back in her
ow cushioned chair before the fire, she
slowly undid the fastcnlngs, and the
'elics of her girlish love fell loosely in
Ter lap. How familiar they all seemed. |
each well remembered passage, in
hose first truthful letters, came back |
reshly to her again as she read one
'pistle after another.
A long clrl of silllen brown hair fell
rom among them, and in spite Of her
a tear tell upon ii, us she
oiled ii again about her fingers, How |
'ividly she remembered the night she
lad allowed Harold ii cut it from her
,cad, which Hca hung in girlish love
nd trus, upon his heart. She did love
lin once, She had said, and here, with
Il those sweet reminders of the old
Apply days before her, she felt that it
iould be no hard task to love him
gain. \ bunch of faded Yiolets re-
allied another sacred, happy hour
pent with him at her mothers grave,
ihen she had gathered those purple
owrets and babe him keep them while
e loved her. 1t had been u sweet, un-
ullied dream, full of soft, ripping
lusic, whose thrilling harmony would
)ng lnger unbidden in her memory,
lrn steadily from it as she might.
There isl cord in every human heart
hat answers to the touch of but one
and, which, if that hand be banished
+ withdrawn, must slumber in unbro-
en- silence for ever and ever more,
Mildred Livingstone had loved once
purely and tenderly-but she had
OF the smiling and deceltful syren
allied prosperity, who had steadily up
)oted the faircst flowers of the heart
md laid their dead and dying leaflets
pom the sordid shrine of self where
ieir rich fragrance was forever lost.
While she sat there, with her lap full
f letters and SOLVER ils Of faded love,
he door opened and a young girl en-
red, saying:
"What have you been doing, Mil
red? You promised to go out on the
rect with me. have been ready
nd waiting Il whole hour"
81 really beg your pardon, Jennie"
he replied, "but | have been 50 far
uck into the past this morning that
entirely forgot my engagement. |
i'll be ready to attend you in n few
linutes." She rose and gathered the
lie of letters in herhands, when her
lend exclaimed:
"Why Mildred, what is all this? A
we correspondence?p
"Yes, al d very foolish one it is.
on may CltCItulil NoulSCll WIN IL
lille am dressing, if you like"
"rhank you,n said Jennie, receiving
le letters ,hat Mildred dropped in
ar lap and, leaning back in her chair,
ie reud, one after another, of those
cords of her fciend's early life.
Dear, warm-hearted Jennie Hilton!
ears stole into her eyes and dropped ,
/ the paper she held, MS she read on
I'd on, and Wien Mildred turned ,,
ON the mirror she was sobbing out
ght.
"You surely have not broken with
IN, Mildred" she asked, looking up
rough her tears. ~ know you could
ever cease to remember such love as
III have written here. Where is he,
,w?n
"Onc question at time, my dear"
lswered Mildred, smiling at her ear
,stness. al surely did break with
IN last night, and shall, probably,
ase to remember Just such love as -