The Portland daily press., 1873-03-29
SPECIAL NOTICES.
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The Kay House is pleasant little hotel
standing half way up mountain in New
Hampshire. EtEEM ftEE
In the parlor there, one July evening, WERE
four people-Mrs. s.. John and her daughter
Ely, Miss Emily May and Mr.. Millbum. A.
ELY st. john went to the piano, these two
last slipped out on the balcony, and Stood lis
tening as ELY sang:
"Could we forget, could we forget!
Oh that Lethe were running yet, -r---..
The past should fade like morning dream
In single drop of the holy stream.
All! we know " hat you would say,
But we are too tired to hope or pray; fax
For, hurt with ceaseless jar and fret
Body and soul cannot forget.
Can they forget, will they forget -
When they shall reach the boundary set,-a
When with the final pang and strain
They are parted never TO meet again?
Ever to them shall rest be given,
That which has been it might he yet
~ If we could only learn to forget;
But the stars shall cease to rise and set,
And fail from Heaven ere we forget
ELY sang with an intensity and pathos
which borrowed none of its force from with
in, for she was good-natured, lnconsequent
sort of girl, who had never had a trouble
in her lite. The gift of musicai expression
is often quite independent of feeling or ex-
.
and stirred and reused the old sorrow which
had Just began to fall asleep for while. She
had loved deeply and tondly man who had
grown tired of her and left her, because he
was greatly her inferior.
Much as she had suffered, rejoiced when
her engagement with Lewis Leighton was
broken. had known Lewis from his earli-
est childhood, and had always disliked him
as n selfish, conceited prig. The last l heard
of him he had turned Catholic and Joined the
Jesuits; and only hope he got well snubbed
during his novitiate. Had Miss May married
him. her disappolnt nent would have been I'M
sneakaby greater than it was. As she lean
ed over the balcony while Ely sang, and
looked out into the shadows and starlight, her
heart was wrung as with the first anguish OF
loss, the sickening sense OF her own blind in
fatuation. sob GodE' she said to herself
stwhen ,ciu the bitterness of this death be
past?'' Then she became conscious that
MIR. Milburn was speaking to her; but he bad
before she realized that he had asked her to
be his wife.
He spoke at very unfortunate moment
He and Emily had been very good friends
that summer. They had wandered in the
woods, assembled Mount Washington, anG
been to Glen Ellis together. She had liked
him, but she had never dreamed of him as q
lover, and when he presented himself in that
light, she was shocked, and startled, and a
little provoked. salli 1sss
'Oh hushr' she said sharply. SIT never
can be-neverv' -rr
'.Do you then dislike me so much? ' sale
Evert Millburn, trying very hard to speal
quietly.
: ssNo," she said, making an effort to collec
her thoughts. 81 have liked you-you have
been good to me; but all the love had tc
give is dead and bnried, and there is no res
direction"
He made no answer; but she felt that she
had hurt him. szeFh >-.s-..
IT am very sorry" she faltered; II never
meant
7 understand he said quickly. at is no
ones fault but my own. Good night" And
they touched hands and parted.
Evert went up to his own room, where his
friend, DICK Bush. was sitting in the dark.
DICE was a boy of nineteen. He had been
trying to work his way through COLLEGE. and
had worn himself out in the effort and Mr.
Millburn had brought him to the mountains
for his vacation. Dick made hero of Eva,t
May. A1N'''y
"Dick," said Mr.. Millburn. altar r..,o
1--WE will go over to the Glen tomorrow i -
And then Dick understood the case .rd
mentally abused Mss May as ga cold-heartad
flirt," which epithet she did not in the least
deserve. ... '''
Evert and Dick went away early in tho
morning. Emily heard the stage drive avav
and turned her face TO her pillow and
thought bitterly of the horrible peryerseness
of things in this world. '0''
She knew that Evert was good, and manly.
and sensible. He was in fair way to win
reputation at the bar, and, if not lust hand
some, was attractive and gentlemanly.
Inere are dozens that would BIZ proud and
happy 70 accept his love; and nothing would
40 put tnat ne must throw it away on me-"
thought Emily, impatently. ssBut it's never
worth while to pity men very much. They
mostly get over their troubles very easily, if
there is no money lost" From which it