The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-06-05
A Romance of Two Lives.

hedges Of rocks at irregular intervals
the waves dipping almost noiseiessly al
their feet. Along the horizon, lines 0l
crimson and gold, from the center o'
| which asceuded the scintillating rays ol
\ the setting sun, the tips of which were
hidden by masses Of delicate, feetihe
clouds ot the brightest orange and yer.
million. The scene was indies scribably
l grand, and 80 must have thought the fair
girl who was seated on a jutting point
OF rock which overhung the sea.
She was probably about eighteen, q Lit.
tie above the medium height, with del.
icate oval face, large dark eyes, and a
| most expressive mouth. She was watch
| ing the sunset with rapt, intense ex-
preston, utterly regardless of all else.
'tGenevieye, GenevieveV called q
strong, manly voice, and a large New
ioundland came bounding over the rocks,
followed closely by tall gentleman,
dressed in light, summer suit, with a
fishing-pole slung careiessly over one
| shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts,
my dear" he said, gayly, as he seated
himself by her side. "Ihis is u capital
place for tshing; here are some flowers
Tor you," he continued, handing her al
the same time, a tastefuliy arranged
bouquet.
Genevieve Laughton, for such was the
girls name, looked up with half sigh,
and a slightly embarrassed manner, as
| she encountered the frank blue eyes and
smiling mouth of Harold Danvers.
"My thoughts were far away just
then" she answered, sadly. How beau.
tliul these flowers arel I have been
watching The sunset; isn't it perfectly
grandy"
"Yes; and suppose you were watch
ing tor the ship that never comes," he
answered, lighly, and continued, in a
& aver tone, Nov, We've, what is the
use Of being SO tenacious in your belief
whom your father spokep Your blind
faith is leading you farther and farther
from me-"
SO Harold! How can you speak 80
lightly OF what were almost my lalheI's
diving WOrds--that 1 was solemnIy be-
trothed to Robert Mendem in my child
hood, as proof OF his full forgiveness of
some wrong done him by Mr.. Mendem's
father when he was abroad? You have
always known tnat l am, as love my
iather's honor, pledged TO wait until 1
am twenty-one for Robert Mendem to
claim my hand, and after that, ii he does
not come, L am tree to choose whom
will"
: ut seems SO long to wait, dearest!
And then il he should come," said Har-
old, with stern determination in his
manner, 'sHe shall never claim you."
"Haroid, you frighten me-" said the
girl, drawing away from him; ssand
nave something must say to you which
/ can not say while you look SO angry"
"Forgiye me, Geneyieve," Harold re-
piled, gently. Il will govern this nasty
temper of mine better In future. What
were you going to sayT
''0nly this" said his companion, ris-
ing as she spoke, pressing her hands
tightly together, looking at him with a
pleading yet determined expression.
"Harold, / have thought for long while
that it were better we should part. Ire.
ceiyed note from my aunt to-day, in.
yiting me to join her party, which will
start for Europe in a week; and" she
continued, interrupting the wild torrent
Of reproaches which burst from Harold's
lips, III have written my acceptance
and shall start from New York to-mor
row."
"Genevieve, you have ver1oyed me, p
answered Harold Danyers, pasSionately
cor you could not be SO cruel. / leave
you to your pleasure trip. Bon vOyage,'
be called. sarcastically, as he strode
rapidly away, though the deep anguish
AptSN
ner.
Geneyieve stood for q moment as IL
| rooted to the spot, her arms stretched
out in mute appeal, then sank senseless
| to the sands.
A group were seated under the wide
spreading branches of ah orange tree
| in garden surrounding the ruins of al
old chateau OF Nice. The members O
the group were Mr.. and Mrs. Deblois and
| their daughter, a delicate blonde, will
airy manners, who had come to Nice fol
her health, and was chatting gaily with
Geneyieve LbughtOD, who replied some
what absently 10 her gay badinage. The
fifth person was tall, dark man O.
| thirty tive, noticeable tor a cynical look
which showed particularly when he
smiled. The party addressed him as Mr.
Mendem.
"What a perfect evening, MI Men
demv' said Agnes Deblois, tapping thai
person lightly ON The shoulder with hel
| 5eweled ian. 'Lers take stroll, Gen
evieve," she continued, turning to hel
fair cousin.
"With pleasure" answered Geneyieye
rising. "Mr. Mendem, will you accom-
pany nsT
"Inank you, yes," he answered, the
disagreeable smile playing over his face
81 declare, there comes MIR. English
I promised to ride with him this even
ing and / quite forgot it; 80 you mus
excuse me-" said MISS Debiois, laughing
as she hurried into the hotel to prepare
| for the ride.
Mr.. Mendem and Genevieve LaughtoI
walked of in the direction of the ole
chateau; but neither of them spoke un
til they reached rustic seat by the sidt
of the ruins OF fountain in an unfre
quented path.
"Miss Laughton," said Mr.. Mendem
sterniy, as Geneyieve seated herself al
far as possible from him on the seat
show long are you going to continue this
avoidance of me and my suite?"
sMr. Mendem," she replied, In equally
measured tones, though her pale fact
flushed, 'I know you are the son of my
fathers old friend, and If it is your wisi
must marry you in respect to my faith.
er's wish; but you know do not love
you,n she added impioringly, her firm
ness giving way. IL appeal to your bet
ter feeling to release me from the en-
gagement."
dFrom the time I met you at MADAM
De Vere's ball, 1 swore 1 would marry
you; and, when / found how easy wal
the Accomplishment OF my design, owint
to our previous betrotnal, sought ii
every way to win your esteem and love
Ii seems.H the hateful smile appearing