The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-12-06
eBut ssay---I must not let you go with

Lost rose of SUMNER fyou please. Only,
pray, don't give it TO Fanny. She has
no notion os being left TO pine on the
| STEM That's tbe phrase, isn't it?"
u promise you," said Harry, also equal
70 the occasion, "that I'll not give il to
Fanny. I'll keep it to remind me of
you. The Last Rose Of Summe:p You
have chosen your name capitally. Good
by, Miss Murray"
The cutting tone, the mock courtesy
| with which this was said, the low bow,
were all inimitable. On the whole,
think Harry had the best of it.
Nevertheless, he was in no gentle
mood as he took the train that afternoon,
and was wairled off TO London. He
mathematical, I haze no doubt, the
whole EpNj We men generally do it in
similar circumstances. lie remained u
few days In L0ssE95n, but his mood did ret
improve. Now and then an insane no.
ton would seize him, as It. has done
Others like him, that Kate would repent !;
aud the pOstnaan ncve. came round that
Harry did net half expect scented
thFee-cornerea hllpt, the counterpart Of
three or four 20 which he had ro.
ceived from different times, and
which he ;ezca treasured. But no
billet came. AESthe end Of q fortnight,
as he came ouap6f his club, he met on ac-
quaintance, who bad just left Bccchcroft.
I'VE missod you there, dreadhully,
after you left," said Charley Howard
Fanny was quite cross for day or two i;
none Of us fellows could get word from
her. But, in spite Of this, we we're sorry
Stanhope. Yes, must except Stanhope.
He's been making mis- innings ever since
with Miss Murray. The talk liz they're
engaged {; and suppose its true. A
brave fellow is Stanhope; for, between
you and me, Kate il too much Of spirit
| for most men,"
Charley had no idea of the pnin he was
inflicting-rnttlc-b brains like him never
have. But Harry, in consequences of that
chance meeting, went home, burned the
three treasured notes, and started for the
Continent the next Saturday.
Meantime the summer months passed,
and Beeclcroft, which had been crowded
until September, begnn to empty. Kate
WAS now left comparatively alone. At
first she had Hirted desperately with
Stanhope, and had almost made up her
mind to marry him. If he had asked
her, the night after Harry had departed
for France, perhaps she would have ac-
cepted him-pique will do much in such
cases. She was spared folly that she
would have regretted ell her life
Stanhope had not yet summoned cou-
! rage; and when he did, her mood had
changed.
But Others came, and other fortunes
were laid Mt her feet, for never had Kate
been 60 brilliant rs during that summer.
| 1t was to no purpose. Kate was too
noble, after all, to marry q man she did
not love. A word would have done it {;
but she would have died rather than
write that word and We suppose every
other woman w0nld have acted like her.
So summer went, and autumn came.
Nov and then, ut first, siie was also insane
enough to. think Harry would write; but
this deiusion soon passed away she real
lied, as Mrs. frhurston had told her, that
Harry, once lost, was lost forever.
! October Ind come. The leaves were
Beginning to flutter to the ground, cold
winds to blow, even the latest roses to
pnrted, even Mrs. Tburston-ani Kste
was alone.
! 1t wns such relief to her. OF late, it
had often been as much as she could do
! tn Keep up appearances. Pride had died
out long ago
One day sho was in tho garden, think.
ing Of all this; and 1t was with difficulty
ehe could keep back the tears. She re.
called the last conversation between her
end her lover. All what earnestness
and passion had underlain Harrys half.
ljesting tone. To have been loved in thu,
way, and yet to have flung 1t contemptu'
ouBly asideI
Suddenly she stopped. A solitary rose
tcaught her eye, the only one she had
lHeen that day--the last one, pcrhsps, o.
she saesnn. She plucked It mechanical
ly, singing in low, sad voice:
"Tis tho last rose OF summer,
Left blooming alone"
| She was quite unconscious Of what sht
was doing. Leaning her head pcnsively
on her hands, ahe regarded that solitar,
rose, her thought meantime far away.
4 Al: at once, from the other side &C lii:
garden wall, o manly voice began TO sing
saucily:
I "I'll not leave thee, thou lone ono,
To pine on the stem."
She started, colorjrg violently. Wa
it poaaible? She knew that voice Who
would; dars but HarryY And would ever
he
Shame, embarrassment, anger, love
all agitated her at once. A few month
before the anger would have triumphed
Now it was the shame.
| She turned to escape. But, bewil
dered, ignorent where she was going, only
ran into the armB of Harry, as he entered
the garden gate.
| What did she do, that proud Kate, bu
burst into tears, and then struggle to ge
away. But Harry held her tight, ever
drew her head TO his shoulder, and ae b,
could not get st her lips to kiss her, 70
she reaolutely turned her face away
kissed her hair.
! "Dariingp he whispered, soothingly
"forgiye and forget. Don't you love me
after all, Kate9 Heaven knows I Low,
! you p
Kste made no reply, but she ceaaet
Z trying to escape. She was only too viii
ling TO forgive ,end forget. Gradual,
her Bobs stopped. AZ last, Harry, put
!; ting his unoccupied hand under her chi,l
gently raised It, and kissed her full an.
fair on the lips.
u She amiled at him for an instan
through her teaRs. Then che blushe,
rosy red. Then she sprang away from
his arms like q young lcopardess.
II lyon horsid, horEid wretch I" sh
cried, Don't yuu think mean 1t. 70,
tool one so by surprise, one doesn't knoy
"Nor I either, Kate, DEAR" said Harry
coolly advancing and rGcapturing hel
, $50, to mako sure, suppose You do
again, knowing what you dc? ?'