The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-02-18

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Belgravias; the gardens led into each
other in friendly wise, and each house
hold was at liberty to make itself at
home in either grounds; but Dawn never
walked in the Belgravias' garden again
after that morning; yet, as her own as
well as the school-room where she taught
the young Deuceacres to "put girdle
round the earth," looked out broadly
upon the embowered paths, she must
often have seen the two walking there in
the tender dusk and starlight; she must
often have leaned out from her window,
longing to catch the strains of Jacks
flute or the sound Of his voice.
One night there was midsummer's
mask at the Belgravias', and the air re-
sounded with jocund mirth and music.
Peas blossom and Moonshine fluttered
among the shubbery, as much at home
as their namesakes; the grounds, illumi-
mated with colored lights, made fairy
scene fit for whatever enchantments.
There was dancing in the house, and
Jack, as Oberon, left Titania tripping on
the fantastic toe in the arms of Starve-
ling and walked forth by himself, with
| eyes dim with self .distrust and dissatis-
faction; but not needing whittier he
went, involved in his own thoughts, he
left the gay groups behind him and only
stayed his footsteps when he was sud-
denly confronted by wan, wistful face
that leaned from q window of the Deuce
acres darkened mansion, half concealed
and half revealed, like q spirit-face look
ing out of a cloud. But Jack was not
the man to entertain ghostly fancies If
that was Dawn's face, glowing and
Frightening above him, she herself must
be there too. In moment he forgot his
part and place, the time that had elapsed,
j; forgot that Cobweb was entangling
Thistle in a Irritation just across the
hedge, that Lysander and Helena were
love-making under cover of the foun-
tain's treble-forgot everything but Dawn
and his love.
Dawn! Dawn!" he cried, stretching
his arms toward her; have the heavens
fallens Is it you, yourself Come down,
come down to me, darling!" he pleaded
| in breath.
81 cannot 60 down to Miss Belgravia's
lover" sighed Dawn, drearily. "In the
play, you know, it is not Oberon who is
inconstant."
"Oh, Dawn, if you have any pity in
your gentle heart, come down and let me
speak; let me make my poor excuses,
and then call me inconstant if you can.
Come, while they are all intent on their
own little schemes; don't let us waste
our words apart-there's whole lifetime
for that awaiting u.s.
"Hush! somebody will hear you!"
"Then come, and let me speak in
whispers"
al dare not. have no mask. If we
should meet your sweetheart"
II have no sweetheart but you, Dawn.
Thank Heaven that you need wear no
mask! Come down quickly, or swear |
will come to you." And through the
glimmering dusk, over the abandoned
vine-entangled staircase that led from the
balconied window to the dewy garden
+! below, stole Dawn to meet him.
II will just stay to hear what he has
to say" she pleaded with herself; that
will be only fair; and it will be such q
comfort to know that after al he didn't
mean to forget me" And wandering
with Jack through the dim garden mazes,
where the pale flowers hung their heads
as she brushed by, lost in the happiness
that would end presently and forever,
she did not heed the light footsteps of
time till some far-off clock tolled out the
hour, and as it ceased two other voices
was it the echo of their own?-took
up the strain; two voices strangely fa-
miliar to Jack, standing there in the
shadow of the lindens, whose tones gave
him great thrill Of enlightenment, as
Titania and Starveling, tired of dance
and mask, paced up and down the sweet,
secluded tryst and opened their hearts.
Emilia" Starveling was saying,
whom Jack had recognized earlier as the
handsome cousin of his lfancee, are you
still bent on feeding your pride and
starving your heart? Isn't love better
than noble birth, older than the Oldest
families?"
II don't know" answered Emilia,
lightly. I've know what love is like,
you and I, Franz; but the trouble is, we
can't climb this family tree of ours far
without coming upon hornets nest.
If our great-grandfather had traded in
the Indies and lost every cent, instead of
sitting on his bench and pegging shoes
and laying by treasure, why, in that case,
my dear Franz, I should prefer you to all
the Jack Cheseldens that ever breathed. )"
| ".Your pride is yet no mate for mine,
| Too proud to care from whence came"
quoted the love-sick youth as they
passed on through the treacherous shad-
ows. The hand that Jack was about to
relinquish was pressed closer as the tune
full voices died away in whispers; the
farewell he had been about to utter
tainted on his lips; there was no reason
under heaven why he should marry
Emilia, since she did not love him. He
drew Dawn toward his heart: the adagio
Of flutes and violins drifted down to
them as if blown from some other world.
"Puck has been playing pranks with
all Of rs; but the spell is broken" said
he. I'VE belong to each other"
And 80 the midsummer nights mask
ended.
"Miss Cabot" said Mrs. Deuceacrs,
next morning, II understand that you
were seen walking in the shrubbery last
night with Mr.. Jack Cheselden. If this
is true permit me to say that your
services will be no longer needed in my
house."
ut is all quite true," said Dawn. 81
am going to marry MI. Jack Cheselden.' >
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