Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1875-06-04

when the time came to 60 away, that he
loved this girl with the face of flower,
and he asked himself if he could give her
up, or rather love asked that question
of him. And then his pitiful pride took
arms and asked him if he could brave the
opinion of society by marrying this girl
whose face and voice were her only pass
ports to the circle in which he moved
What was her worth Of heart and soul
when weighed against her lack of cul-
ture and family pride? Absolutely
nothing in the estimation of those who
moved in the set he belonged to He
felt how weak he was in even allowing a
thought of what would be said if he were
to marry her to assert itself, and at the
same time he knew how much a slave he
was to the opinion Of society and he con-
fessed to himself, in shame. that his
pride was stronger than his love. Tie
could give her up easier than to brave
what "people would say" If she were
only educated and refined in the society
meaning of the term, then But she
was not, and he must give her up, or
face the gossip of those whose friendship
he cared nothing for, and that he was
not man enough to do. What slaves of
opinion most of us are. We ought to be
ashamed of it, and more but that does
not mend the matter in the least.
She was in the garden when he babe her
goodbye. He had told ner nothing Of
his going away. He dreaded to speak
of it. lie felt that he had not acted
quite honorable with her; knowing that
she could be no more to him than she
was now, he should have gone away be-
fore she got to caring for him, To have
done that would have saved her all that
his going away would cost her now.
This has been pleasant summer, :"
he said, las they stood there among the late
lilies and carnations. "A very pleas
ant summer" and sigh broke across
his lips as he looked away to the distant
hills, bathed in the mellow sunshine Of
the September day.
1T has been the happcst summer
ever knew she said, softly, aud he
knew well enough what had made it so.
fer love dream had come to her in it.
Then there was silence which Meth
err cared to break She was too full Of
happy, restful quiet and he was too full
Of sorrow to speak just then
BY and BY she broke Off spray Of car
nations from tlreir stalk, and gave them
to him with smile. 1t was simple
little act, but it touched the mans heart
in its tenderest spot. For moment
love was up in arms again, stronger than
ever; but the old cruel pride stood
ready to crush it down.
He dared not trust himself longer.
ood-byc," he said, suddenly, hold
ing out his hand. 81 shall keep these
flowers in memory of the giver, and the
summer that has gone-the summer
that has been such a happy one wish
we could both forget tl' he cried, pas
sionately. He was cursing himself. for
bis pitiful weakness.
"You are not going away p she said,
wonderingIy, her face more like the
lilies than carnations now.
eyes, am going now. Goodbye"
and then he turned and went away. He
looked back once, and saw her standing
there, white, stirless, like figure cut
from marble, and his heart was full Of
pity for the girl who had learned what
it is to love and lose so soon.
X 4 H y
Two years went by, and they were
! e l., II.
Trevors He bad thought that he could
forget the woman he loved, in a measure
when he was away from her, but be
! found ont bis mistake. He could rot
keep her face out of sight. At the
strangest times and places be heard hr
voice, and the sound Of it would set his
heart to throbbing, and at such times
it seemed to him that he must 20 to her
and tell her that she was more than the
world to him. So for two years he
fought against his heart, and then be
gave up Love conquered pride at last
When he made up his mind to face the
opinions Of society, he wondered how
he ever could have been weak enough to
put his love beneath his pride What
was the opinion Of all the world com
pared to the the love he bore for The girl
with the flower face?
He could 20 to her at once, and claim
her as his own. And SO he started on
his journey.
1t was afternoon when he reached the
village A mile away was the one wo-
man In the world 10 him He was full
of feyerish impotence to see her, to hear
her voice, to tell her that he loved her.
His path led by the old church. There
was new-made grave in corner Of the
churchyard. The sexton was covering
it with sods. lie could not tell why it
was, but something made. him stop and
lean across the messy fence and watch
the man at his work.
Suddenly the sexton looked up from
his task and saw him.
Whose grave is that y Trevors
asked, wondering, as he did 80, what
possible interest that grave could have
for him.
The man recognized him.
Its Miss S1sie's grave" he answer
cd. You remember her, don't you p
Remember her? As if be ever could
forget her For moment it seemed as
if the wheels Of the world clogged aud
stood still lie bad come back to find
the woman he loved, and here 10 the
grass Of the churchyard be found--her
grave.