Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1877-12-14
Am Original Story.
HELEN THORN.

Helen Thorn walked slowly to her
favorite resort-the rose-colored arbor, at
the back of her fathers summer cottage
at Linden Wood AS she assembled the
slight eminence she paused to behold the
grand panorama of the pretty village
with the great river beyond, and above
it the roseate picture of a glorious sunset
AS the golden light of the sinking sun
lay in bars and drifts of mellow radiance.
Helen strained her eyes to catch a
glimpse of the form she expected to see,
and then listened intently for the foot
steps she hoped soon to hear. But the
gray shadows of evening darkened, the
flowers closed their petals, insects hummed
their twilight lullaby and ever and anon
came the monotonous boot Of the owl
from the neighboring grove; but still he
came not, and the bright smile that
usually beamed upon her pretty face was
absent, and shadow seemed to have
fallen upon her young life, for the man
she thought SO true and noble had proved
false aud inconstant. And thus she
waited until the stars came out, one by
one. twinkling and sparkling like so
many gems in the dark blue sky, and
the moon was seen slowly rising in all her
majesty, robing the whole landscape in
its silvery splendor.
"And 80 be is not coming" she MUIR
INJURED as she turned her step and walked
quickly toward the cottage. She paused
moment on the threshold, as if in BALI
expectation, and as she lent there against
the ivy-wreathed doorway, the wind even
seemed to breathe softly the admiration
it felt for the beautiful girl. And, in
deed Helen Thorn was more than mere
beauty of feature so fair and delicate,
her beauty was like the fresh loveliness
of flower that attracts and charms the
gaze with an exquisite figure, and
wilowy grace that made one think of
wind-blown branch. don't know what
il is that most impresses, but you feel
that she is beautiful.
But, bark the twilight stiffness is
broken by the rapid pacing of a horses
feet, nearer and nearer il come until it
enters the grand gravel drive, and almost
instantly the horseman has dismounted,
and springing lightly up the steps stands
at her side.
Good evening, Helen" he fondly
said as his eyes rested lovingly on the fair
face, but Helen did not respond to the
evening salutation, and unusually silent,
hardly vouchsafed reply to ArtburS
remark. The bitter pangs Of jealousy
we're busily trying to dim the brightness
of her love. Arthur with mans true
courage determined to know the diff
Guilty at once, and he quietly drew her
into the parlor, turned on the light in
the chandelier and waited for Helen to
attend to bin. He then walked close to
her side and taking her hand said -
"Wbat has happened TO cause such
change in your For some time | have
noticed the want Of affection in your
feelings and to night | am determined to
know the cause"
AS yet no reply came from Helen.
"Do not let us act as children" he
continued, "but discuss IL calmly, and
adjust it as soon as possible"
There is nothing that troubles me, at
length Helen replied, but | have OBJ
served Of late that you we're chring less
and less for me, and that | wab no longer
first in your consideration"
"And what causes you 70 think |
love you any the less"