The Russellville Democrat., 1877-06-14
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Weeks had passed away, and there was another grand entertainment,
 Miss Trevanion, the rooms are heated {: will you walk with me to the greenhouse ? You will find the change refreshing, and l have something to say to you, ii you will be good enough to hear me-"
 Julia Trevanion, proud and self-sus- tained as she was, trembled visibly as the deep voice reached her ear. The mo- ment that she had so dreaded and striven so hard to put of, had come at last. She knew well enough what he wished to say, for his speaking eyes had told her the story long ago; and the heart thet she had fancied lay cold and dead in her bosom had learned tc thrill beneath their glances. What was it about this man that moved her so, that won her respect and admiration against her will? What was it that made her dream of her girl hood and its golden visions every time she looked into his face, or heard his voice. Did she love him? Had she proven recreant to her faith to the dead 2 A thousand times. no. No living love would ever supplant the sweet memory of that early dream; no living face drive the image of that dear face from her heart. Yet she trembled, and felt her cheek flushing hotly, as she accepted the arm of her escort, and leaving the gilt tering halls with their clashiDg music and dancing feet, turned toward the dim, odorous aisles of the conservatory
 Mir. Belmore placed her in seat, rustic chair, above which trailed creep ing plant, raining down showers ot in. cense and painted petals. Her dress of gold-colored silk gleamed strangely in dusky moonlight, and her expeciant, dropping face. crowned by its ceronet Of raven hair, had never before seemed half 90 wondrous in it's beauty. He folded his arms across his breast, and stood gag ing down upon her, his eyes full ot an indescribable mournfulness.
 "Miss Trevanion," he said, at last, " the words l am about to speak may banish me forever from your presence, yet they canno, remain longer unsaid. love. you---will you be my wife ?"
 Simple, short avowal, yet it thrilled the proud beau.y's heart as long and flattering declarations had never done. For few moments she was silent, her face hidden in her hands, her bosom heaving csnvulsively beneath its waves of costly lace. But when she looked up at last, her eyes were clear and calm, her voice without quiver. No matter how tAis mans love moved her, she would cast it aside like all the rest.
 "Mr. BelmOre," she said, "a true always feels honored by receiv- ing an avowal of love from good man beg of you to accept my thanks for the honor you have done me; but can only give you my friendship in return"
 But, Miss Trevanion," he continued, to maintain his composure, Eff have been correctly informed, you made promise in regard to lost jewel | "A diamond crescent, believe"
 " She looked up with sudden terror.
 " 1 did; but in all human probability the diamond crescent will never be l ound."
 l" But suppose it should be found, would you keep your word. Miss Ire | yanion, and marry the fortunate man l who had found it?"
 For moment she was silent, and then he said, q have never broken my word, MT. Belmore."
 Then he cried, placing small ,ackage on her lap, '" l am happy man.
 give you back your crescent, Miss 
 She unfolced the package with fiutter- ng fingers and the famed old Trevapion ewel flashed before her eyes like newly isen constellation. She caught it up