Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1873-05-09
NO. IL.

me silent, Ethel, hTE the ruoGestv of
true, pure love.
"We had come totown for the winter,
andI met George Holmes constantly, at
home and abroad, when my uncle and
guardian told me that the young artist
had been offered most desirable and
lucrative commission for q painting,
that would require him to go to Eu-
rope for two, perhaps three years.
81 was sure he would speak then. 1t
could not be that he would leave home
for years, and give me no word of love
at parting. We were preparing for a
large party at home, when the servant
handed me bouquet of tea roses with
Mr.. Holmes compliments. I loved
tea roses then, Ethel. and the creamy,
half-opened buds, the bright leaves,
the deep tinted hearts of the open
flowers, all seemed smiling hope upon
perfume, and thinking of the giver. 1t
seemed to me promise of all [ hoped
and wished, that I shoIlld receive the
lovely gift. and amidst my tender
thoughts 7 resolved to drop all my
careless manner, all my flirting, heart
less tricks, when l was assured this no.
bic, true heart was all my own
"Neyer was l more careful of nv
dress than on the evening of the party
to which L referred. My choicest Jew
els, my richest silk did duty for that
occasion, and / dressed my hair as
George liked it best, and wore the col
or he thought the most becoming.
81 was still at my post as hostess, re-
celvlng my fast arriving guests, as he
came ID. [ saw, rs he advanced to
meet me, that he was very pale. and
his eyes were fixed upon my face. us if
he would read my very soul. I smiled
as greeted him, my heart full of hope
He took my hands in his own, looked
at them Il moment, again searched nv
face with strange wild eyes, and then
abruptly turned from me and left the
ROOM
"Al through the long evening
watched for his return, but he did not
come. When [ was alone in my own
room once more, / took the bouquet
from my dressing-table, wrapped it IN
soft tissue paper, and put it in q box.
Then with tears and sadness I put If
away, as We bury our dead,
''He would come no more. 7 knau
that the silent parting vas a ANAL one
though i could not guess its meaning,
Yet [ did NOT doubt him even then
believing some good reason eIistati for
his silence, and waitills till time sho,ld
reveal the truth to me.
ii heard OF his departure for Eu-
rope, and two years later T heard of
ms marriage. On that day I opened
my box for the first time. to throw
aWay the flowers [ had no longer :;
right to cherish. They We're withered
away, and :, saw, for the frs. time,
wl.as. she flowers and leaves had hidden
with such fatal security. Tied in the
very heart Of tho bouquet Was letter
and diamond ring.
He had written to me asking NY
love, and telling me his own. ana he
begged me, il [ could be his wife. to
wear the ring when I met him il the
evening. But the sting, Ethel, the
III that letter were words
telling me he dared not speak to me
face to face, because my reputation
VAS that OF coquette, who laughed at
her sllltors when they offered her love.
Yet he wrote that lie thought 1nc
wronged. and begged me to prov, 80
hl;n I was not the heartIess ti:rt society
called ne.
':A,,d vgle.l h came to me, Ethel.
smiled in his face, and offered him
my hand WITH no ring he had given
upon it
Do Eou worsicr he left me bcliev-
1F.S ail :ie had heard Of nv false heart
and cruel coluetrr? Do you wonder
the sight and II perfume Of :. tea rose
has Iaat!e my heart faint since the day
when discovered how il had hi,idej,
from me the happiness Of my lie?
81 never saw George Holmes again.
He is happy in Italy with his wife and
and l an an old maid fo,'
love of him, weeping over bouquet
of roses that remind me of the past. :"
vo;..b. ' e:. s IF my, nsaei fa l. ;s dix 1~
'.No, darling, there Is no ring here,
no letter; but yet I tell yol my story
as y warning. There ire fortune
hunters. / know, who viii WOO any
rich girl, hu5 they need not gain the
triumph OF debasinG yo,3r heart by
leading YOU through the Iaazes Of
Irritation. Ql:iet dignity viii soon
teach them their hopes are vain. Yet.
If a true heart is III yoIlr gr:.slA do not
play wish il; gently discourage it, if
the plea is q vain one: il not, as YOU
value your happiness. do not irife
with love YOU return"
But, a1lntie, youwerc not to blame
if you did not know the letter was hid
den among the flowers"
''Not for that, but for the conduct
that prevented George from speaking
to r.o, Tor fcar OF heartiess trifiing."
There was . very Srave-faced lady
returned TO the croGuet ground, and
Harold Goldy wondered what had hap
pened while he was knocking balls
round With more energy than good
temper.
1t disquieted him to see the bright
face ciouded, and he watched an oppor-
tunl:v Ia suggest: a short ramble into
the wood. hoping To secure an cxpla-
nation vi ID" cause.
Whist Fris said, exactly, history does
rot record. but Ethel whispered 70 her
aunt. =, s:.c kissed her gool-night:
lie ROW ring Is Aarola's au3itie.
D.! did not 1t hilu bury his heart in a
"'ris CI15,H ><,j ttJ'ET.
.:::toAiyn has Imprisoned a man for
Two vo,>:s hs..tiISG he beat his boy to
death.
Excellent sI1~ar is being made from
she sap ot borl-clder, in the big woods,
Minnesota.
\ manuscript i'll ihe handwriting Of
COperl!C't,, continuing eighty-fOur
pages. has been '}is"oFeeeI as Thorn.
The l,oraz fsei :, o. t;al;fo11li.. hay e
beg":: /. ,&,,!-: 4 IS stated that two
hu;i<t2c,t CLAIMS have been located il
the 4ieI,ls.
Greet cxc;senaent was created III
Paris sy;: ;;sc Hight ot the Spanish Con
sal ".:h n great deal OF money that
didn't !:2ioiIg to him.
Tno renaral topic OF conversation at
Little l;oeh, Ark, ut present, is the
discovery of = v-ai'ial,lo silver cs1ine
just outside OF that city.
4 Lynn man has invented s1ibsti-
tute for so;c loashsf, which, he claims,
Is cl;c2pee. 24 price and superior in
urG&sYiAiy 10 that article.
The doctors have now come to the
conclusion that cIiloroforIu killed Ma
poleo11, and that if they had let hin
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