Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1874-04-16

end Walter to him Il LQadon.
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ny name, wal.seTr why. hSosss Sss il 'iss u,
world did you know anything Of me ssIF
On. little bird'shsspered abous you /
said thelboy ragaish!y. :, ,szl.
l ponderei aud poniered. Perhaps his
sister, OF cousin. or friend. had told him
ofme as schoolu,ate. though I could re.
ccllect no Miss Ashley. asd besides, Wal.
ter had told me- he was IN only child
ard bad no yelsusss living save this one
dear uncle. Some friend then? No.
he knew no young ladies' who knew me.
would not ask him any further. and
We went on as before; but sometimes
would have liked to kaow how this boy
whom have never seen or heard Of before.
should have heard me spoken Of in such a
way as 10 influence him to take passage
with me. II would have been hardly dig
niGed for lady on the shady side Of thir-
ty. to- have insisted on an explanation, SO
| let the matter rest. l caught my frs,
sight Of the Thames. one bright. sunny
morning. that redeemed England in my
eyes from the charge of perpetual fog.
giness. Every thug was touched by an ar.
row drawn from some quiver Of golden
light. And I-surely one Of the golden
arrows had touched my heart, for wa.
not the same melancholy. sorrow-strickeu
creature that embarked on this voyage.
My sorrow was still living; but it wore
different aspect. The memory Of the
dead was present with me always; but
their faces seemed to wear glorious look. .
born perhaps of the heaven to which they
we're bcckouing me. My grief grew sof.
tened with the beauty it caught from their
glo!iGcd coun.c2anccs as they seemed TO
bend toward me in every star, in every
bright suulit cloud. in every ray Of light.
Go not know how much the sweet spiri,
of checrfulness had been Infused into mine
by the gentle compauionslip Of the dea,
bog who was every day coming nearer to
my heart. Blu, just before We parted, !
turned to him with sudden pans Of re.
|Hgrct sud said -
Dear Walter, shall I never see yor
more!'
why, Of course you will. Shall no
come to you. wherever you are?'
VIII you ? | said. eagerly. oh. then
come soon, to the direction I write down
for you
4wrote on the back Of letter, from (.
card given me by one Of the gentlemen
whom had called on before eft 4 mer
ica-,hc same 6rm upon which was t,
draw for funds. while abroad. Walter
read the address. Clare House. Arlington
Terrace. Bloomingdalc Road
You may be sure of my coming on Sat
urday. And now good-by. dear Mis-
Austin l shall never forget your kind
hess to me. during this voyage
And I-could forget how this bo,
haa won me from my grief simply BY th,
kindly cheeriness Of his nature Coult
| ever willingly break the links which
seemed mys,c,iously to bind US almost i.
the relation Of mother aud child?
I had occasion TO be very grateful 4
my friend for recommending me to such
pleasant abode as Clare House proved.
felt a, home at once, in the neat aud lux
urious appointments provided me, aud tn
the kind attentions paid me by the agree
able host and hostess. On Saturday.
wa. awaiting Walters coming. with n
little Impatiencc. lie seemed the onl
cord which linked me with this vast mul
,i,ude Of strangers.
At length, heard the announcement
Of two gentlemen to see Miss Austin
and wondered which of our fellow passen
gers Walter had encountered on lis wa
to my lodgings.
Walter catered. smiling and beautiful
as an angel Ours was au atfectionnt
greeting forgot. in the JOY Of sc,in
him, ,ha. there was auy other to he greet
cd, until so,pe one came forward aud
voice, heard long ago. but never forgo,
ten. said. in low accents
Jane?
did not fain. nor cry out, although
could hardly restrain my tears. When
glance at my mourning dress revealed Il
sympathy that accompanied it.
Walters CHEEKY voice broke the spell
Il see you know my uncle, Miss Aui
tin. a, any rate he seems TO know 20,
although he did Lot say so when a-ke
him to call on frllow-passcuger Of min,
who had shown me much kindness
i wanted to see if Miss Austin ha
forgotten me-.
The voice vas the same-ihe eyes an
/ smile bean,cd as kindly as ever. Whs
ever Of winter had been in my heart. nc,l
! ing but the brightest summer had reiguC
| with rercy B.ookcs. No, n hair W;
. touched with silver, and the Grui moui
: was as sweet and expressive as whci
! years ago, it had told the tale Of love
, nay ear.
: Bu, of that I mus. never think agair
: for was not ,ha; all broken up and d
strcyed by the marriage which had app
5 .en,ly made him so happy! Why did
, wish to remind me Of the past!
.
J They were gone. and I keIt my TO,
: the whole day. The sight Of Per
Brookcs. coming 80 UNEXPECTEDLY. b;
ove.~n,,c r,c S-lt x~r-.t I'D ,iv,.f fee