Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1877-12-20

wise deadly pallor Of her sweet face
for sweet it was, and pure as a child's
They covered face and figure rever
emily, thinking her quite dead, snc
rowed back, while Fame found hi'
way up tho rocks to have his hsne
wrung speechlessly by the agoniAec
old man. Maud could not speak fol
her over. whelmlng sobs.
1 don't think she is dead, Mr.. Pay
son. said Fame, remembering, with .
thrill, the silky hair which had
washed against his lips. She canno
be dead? unbelievlngly.
She was not dead. In three days
she appeared amongst them again
fairer, gentler, sweeter than ever, anc
frankly grateful for the interest every
body betrayed in her. And then il
came out that there had been a mis-.
take. 1t was Alice who was the heir
ess, aud Man1 the poor cousin, though
as beautiful, as radient and perfect as
a IIebe.
What a PITY some still murmur'
ed, secretly. She will be married fol
her money, poor thing, for no one
could love her with that dreadful dis,
igurement. She seems 80 good and
patient? | suppose it is on account oI
her anl.ction. Well, ono cant have
everything.
Mss Alice Payson (with the black
ribbon rerIaced) tried to thank Fame
King on the first day Of her reappear-
ance, bat her brown eyes filled, and
she only said:
'You IRE young; life is sweet to
You; it was noble in you to risk yours
for me, Mr.. King.
Fane's heart swellcd so that he
hardly knew W hat WAS the matter with
him. He tried to persuade hlmsels
that he, poor artist. was not ia love
with an heiress But, somehow, the
friendly clasp Of Alice rayson light
hano, and the gaze Of her sweet eyes,
affected him as no hand or eyes had
ever affected him before.
The ice once broken, bevy of gen
tlcmsn strove for the attention Of the
cousins. Paul Hanover was present,
He was very handsome, fair, bril-
liant graceful. lie was not poor,
either. Fame remembered that bit
terly AS he saw him st.olling with al.
ice on the beach, or driving for her
the little pony-carriage. His own
peace and comfort seemed suddenly
gone. Miss Paysons gentle friendli-
ness only made him worse.
lie was startled one day, as if shot,
by Hanover remarking;
If you're not altogether gone with
the blues, Fame, Id like you to con.
graduate fellow
Fame looked up at the assured smile
and sparkling eyes, and little pallor
encirc.ed his lips under the dark mus
tache but he answered carelessl ly:
Have you won your bet on the
trotting match:
'Pshaw hang trotting matches
Don't be stupid, Fame. Haven't
been riding with Miss Payson ?
We'll?
We'll it is, pirouetting around the
room and swapping his fingers like cas-
tanets. I'm the fond betrothed of a
lovely girl, after the fashion Of the
latest novel. Nom, what have you tc
say, my respectable, moping friend !?
Fame tried hard to command him
self and not betray his secret.
Alice Payson is too good for you,
Paul, he answered with an attempt at
being sage and composed, in which he
succeeded but tolerably.
T dare say, but it isn't her, Fame.
'Tain't her?'-looking electrified.
Certainly not. The moneys very
we'll, but that defect of hers-it's a
delicate subject, but | really couldn't
marry girl with Disagreement like
that.
You mean that.y you are engaged to
Maud ? asked Fame, scarcely believ-
ing his ears.
Exactly
why, | congratulate you with all
my heart, jumping up exctedly.
They are going away tomorrow.
Don't you want to see them again {?
Fame went down upon the piazza