The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1877-03-31

NVtlluS, uyIS ulSNeCcu tle BlEl.
liam not deceived, 0dctte you dc
not love me /" cried Gaston, bitterly.
".Well, then, ! do not think I do love
yon," she said, yielding to nn impulse
OF sincerity. ~ have been struggling
many dnys against this trutE-for time
| would not acknowledge it to myself.
Now YOU have wrt,ng it from me, md il
pains me to cause your heart this wound.
But what can l do? Forgive me Oh,
forgive me, Gaston-I deceived myself
before deceiying you. You will forgive
me, will you moi? ?" r 4
Castor was very pale, but his eyes
glowetl fiercely. Moving slowly, slowly
away from her side, hc said, in low
voice "I know, Miss Falkland, to
whom to attribute this quick change il
your feelings for me. I forgive you alI,
and I pity you much. Goodbye
Good-byel" In an instant he was gene.
Two days later he sailed in II steamer
for Liverpool to overtake the exploring
party, which had left tile week before.
Jaded and wishing 70. change, olettc
from Saratoga went to Newport, Count
Bradsky. Of course, following her, cager,
ly pressing his suit.
"My dear count" said Odette, Us
they strolled in the moonlight, "if your
love is like those stars which shine for
little and quietly disappear Mt morn
ing, perSovere with it-it may ut least
amuso us both but if it threatens to
become more lasting feeling, yoU had
better start for. Washington tomorrow. y
care py addresses Objectionable? p
"To-night-no; but I cannot answer
for them Tomorrow"
MY way is to trust much to the NOR
row, mud I cannot Change my way, II
the morrow resembles this evening
good if it lo not-bcttcr STILL"
Odette turned in astonishment.
"My language sounds strange to yon.
can explain TINT. III Hungary n mAn
in love is somewhat of fool. Let nc
indulge my folly" -
"Bya means; on condition TINT yor,
grant inc the privilege to laugh ut it,
siid Odcttc, and shifting tho action to tho
word, she uttered n low laugh that fell
on the counts ear unpleasahtly.
"It canuot be, Miss Falkland, that
nature Inns endowed you with MI her
gifts but one-a heart. Twill not be.
lieve it. A heart You must have, and ore
worth winning. I can wait. I have
been in the very path Of death dozen
times, and yet I have always escaped
him. Am I challenged to new battle
1 accept the challenge, aud to win the
guerilon I risk defeat"
The mir was growing chill, 80 they went
indoors together. 0dette sat down to
the piano and begun toplay a Hungarian
march.
"Why, that is the 'AIarch Of Ra.
koczy,'" /" sai1 the count, in patriotic
rapture. How kind of You to play it
1t is the war song Of my country, matle.
moiselle u
odette then played sweet old mir,
"The Monastery Bells" q
"If some day you should be ready to
accept my love, fair lady, play TINT lit.
tie mir aud + shall understand you."
every well-but suppose-sucl n
thing might happen, you kuow-thHt
some dny I Ind tho fancy to sec you no
more. What am I to play then ?"
The count bit his lip, aud after little
hesitation, said: "Then play the terri.
bio March Of Rakozy.'" ;"
Summer was followed by autumn, and
Odetto returned to New. York to attend
Miss Garlner's Wedding ms one Of her
bridesmaids. After the happy event had
been duly celebrated, 0dette devoted
herself more than ever before to q life OF
excitement and pleasure. Winter with
its receptions and bulls afforded her
many distractions from the introspec.
tion that was painful to her; yet she was
leading far from happy life. Count
Bradsky divided his time between
Washington ind New York, but was
obliged to be satisfied with answers such
rs tliis: az like you very mucli-lnore
than any friend that is left to me; but
that is ALT"
Mr.. Melville Brooks, whom olGtte
had not seon since tho day he had given
her that "bit OF advice, met her in
Broadway, and they walked up together.
In the course Of their conversation
Odette asked him timidly if lie had heard
Of Mr.. Sandfortl since his departure.
"Do you still remember him,
Odette? Ali, poor Gaston he could
not stand tho harlships Of journey
across the desert, and is now lying sick
in Kinynnguk, Zanzibar, with but little
hope OF recovery. In tho last letter I
had from him, ho asked for you."
Olette inquired no further, and after
parting with Mr.. Brooks went quickly
home. The naid who opened tho door
to her, noticed that her mistress's eyes
wcrc red with weeping. A letter Ind
come for. Miss Falkland, bearing the
Washington postmnrk. Odctte took it
tlistractedly, and after long interval
opened and read it. "My dear Miss
Falkland, it ran, "rlmors Of approach
ing war between Prussia and my corn-
try hnve reached The Embassy. The idea
Of leaving you makes coward Of me,
and as I may have my choice in the mat
ter, almost think Of remaining. May I
hope that this proof Of lOvo-the great
est, no doubt, man can givc-will be
regarded at last by tho performance Of
'The Monastery Bells?' will do my
self the honor to whit oil you tomorrow
evening. Yours ever, ..f
"SASDoR BRADsKY.
Tomorrow evening"" mused Odette;
'why, that is tonight" She ring tho
bell, aud gave the servant who answered
II, this instruction: ~ MN not ut homo