Litchfield enquirer., 1877-01-25
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have, been; for when she rs-entered, the | drawing.room, it was as the ahlanced wife of Sebastian Long. In this way the game of chess was forgotten; and the \ next morning, the housemaid, who had been 4nnch. annoxed all the previous day by the untidy appearance the pieces pre- scented, took upon herself to return them to their box, and thus all chance of re- deeming her fortune was taken away from Heather. ..- sqr J.s,.t..ls
 ''f am glad oft, B she said, when she dis. covered what had occurred; "for it is sort of satisfaction, after all, to know that gave up the game-that l was not beaten.
 'sWere you not? {" said Sebastian-afld there was smile in his dark eyes as he spoke. :I am not SO sure of that; but | perhaps" he added, 'I was the right ad- I versarY." & s..... l.As s' ..', 1sa.
 And then Heather, with blush on her l cheeks, and @ soft light in her eyes, that transformed her from a somewhat plain girl into a beautiful wOman--beaukiful at least, in Hebastian's eyes--crept into his arms, and laid her head upon his shoulder; and for the time being they two had reached that ''kingdom far and wide, "-that kingdom wherein lovers stand alone, seeing no footprints around l of those who have trodden it before them, hearing no echo of the cries of those who have lived to descend the mountain from which they gained their view of the prom ised land. ...... --, As he left the house that night, and was making his way across the garden to- wards his own home, Sebastian was start led by Nenuphar's suddenly appearing before him. ...'
 She looked whiter and Aore lovely even than usual, was his first thought; the sec- ond, that it always seemed to be by moonlight that they met. l He was going to pass her with a simple Good night, knowing her fondness for solitary moonlight strolls, when she stop ped and held out her hand as though to arrest his steps.
 '"Mr. Long,"
 ''Yes?" he questioned, stopping also. "Tell me-" she said, mere impulsively than than he had ever heard her speak, -"what is it that want to make me liked? Liked as Heather is, for instance. No: you need not fear to pain me by tell ing me the truth" she went on, seeing that Sebastian hesitated. 'I am not afraid, for really want to know. ask ed Heather, who is fond of me. you know and she says I need nothing. That she would not have me changed, if she could; then I asked my father, and newell, you know him we'll enough to be able to guess what he said. Please do not think me vain for repeating it.: That I was beautiful, and that woman should re- quire nothing else; but / am not satisfied. So now come to you; tell me, what is it other women have, that have not?"
 Then she looked up at Sebastian with those wonderful blue eyes, which used to be so cold and unmoved, but in whose depths he fancied there was something of softness, which for the moment made them look almost tender-or was it only Q combination of moonlight and shadow on lovely face?
 ''What is it?" she repeated; ''tell me-"
 And Sebastian looked down at her, and said quietly, "'Love."
 'Given or received?'' she questioned; but she spoke so low that it was more like the signing of the wind than the ut- terance of human voice.
 ''There you puzzle me-" he answered, s'and do not exactly know how to ans wer you,-for love begets love, and she who gives most, receives most.
 "But how am to gain it?''
 'Give your own freely to those about you; do not try to stand apart from the world-not even above it-but mingle freely with it's inhabitants, and you will find one day, when you least expect it, that you have won that for which you are seeking"
 [ ''And when one has gained it." she queried, Sis it rest, is it happiness?" "When you have felt it's power, you will not doubt it's happiness" said Sebas- tian, confdently,-Heathers soft kisses returning to his remembrance as he spoke. ''It is the only foretaste of heav- en that is granted us here; and it is grant ed, believe, to make us long more than ever for that place where there is no death, no parting to separate us from our beloved Ones," replied Sebastian, rever- ently. =. ''So you think that to love some one is thisslove. and that then"
 "Well?"
 ''That then the one loved did not re turn it?"
 "Even then," said Sebastian, gently, ''even at such terrible cost I should think the lesson we'll learnt. For we should al- ways try and remember, hard though it seems at times to believe 1t, that we gam more from what we give than from what we receive"
 "Thank you, %. said Nenuphar, sudden ly raising her eyes from the ground, and looking up into his face; ''then you think that it is only love that is required to make me more-what shall l say-hu- man?"
 And the shadow of a smile passed over her face.
 Sebastian did not reply.
 Good night" at length she said.
 He took the hand she held out, and without another word turned homewards. his thought suddenly reverting from this strange conversation to where they had been before Nenuphar's appearance- namely, to Heather, and her tender eyes and loving words.
 ,,na ,r ,oora mdnT1 AT TsTs nSs Come 2; ana zone: the summer, such a lovely summer as it has been, is nearly over and now John Clermont, following a study which has al- ways been particularly interesting to him, can note the change that has come over those about him in the lasE three months.
 Perhaps, after all, it was not so much Q change as gradual evelopment--a grad ual development of character wrought by love. the great motive for good or evil in much the same way as the sunshine during theseslong, hot months has brought to perfection many bright, delicate flow CTS, but has also caused to droop and wither away their slighter, trailer sisters. that could not bear the. piercing heat of it's rays
 No one would ever call Heather plain now. Indeed, sometimes Sebastian, look ing from her to Nenupha.. finds himself wondering how he could ever have com pared the two to the disadvantage of the former. Even Mir. Olermont himself, pondering over this and that, and striving as he Gad striven for so many years to forget that his fellow-beings were any thing else than curious stud4 for those who. tv reason of some inward bitterness of spirit had determined to slip aside and let tue world go by,-not joining in it's revels. nor yet sorrowing with it's