The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-06-14

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The girl at her bench turned and ccoi.
ly aSd replied di,,;.,.n,. :. ,..,,
Ah beg your pardon, Mr.. Rutherford
Was 30 engaged did NOS know it was
you"
"Can not give you some assistance ?"
and I've walked up easily to her side.
She pushed back the hat that shaded
her face, and her clear gaze once more
met his without falteriDg.
"Mr. Ruthorford, if you please, pre-
fer to be alone when here"
For o moment he looked embarrassed,
then making her low bow, became
gravely sedatc.
II cannot tell you how regret this in
trusion. and beg you will pardon me-"
"On condition that it docs not occur
again." she coldly replied, turning up q
curionsly carved piece Of walnut.
He went out biting his lips, resolved
10 go away tomorrow. But summer
waned, and he still fingered. One morn
ing he was pacing up aud down before a
summer house, musiDg:
"For three months have been trying
to solve the enigma called Clare Snow.
den, but am no nearer q solution than
the first day saw her in her shop
Will she Gomez" and he paused and
glanced up the walk anxiously.
A figure that made his heart throb
wildly. methi gaze. Robed in black
spotted muslin, n dropping hat shading
the delicate features, the golden ripples
ef hair confined but not concealed by n
black, loosely. .meshcd slken net, the
hands covered with gnuntlets, Glare came
straight on to the summer house.
81 received Your note, Mr.. Rutherford,
and-am here"
The cool, rich voice fell ON his heart
like music.
Glare" and he met her without for.
mality as he took her hand and led her to
seat, ri 60 away tomorrow.
She looked up with expectant eyes aud
hands folded loosely in her lap A little
trcmor broke up his voice as he went on
81 asked you to come here, Clar>. 10
tell you-I love you."
The eyes fell and the hands .ightened
their clasp.
II love you and l ask you to be my
wife. Will you p and he took the
clnsped hands in his. There was the
| slightest trembling in them, but Inc
voice did not falter.
"No, Mr.. Rutherford, I cannot Je your
wife, for-I do not love you"
She went out of the summer. house, but
did not so 10 her work-room as she had
intended. Instead she sought her room,
| where she remained till dinner. He
watched her vanish, then sighed as If
| awakened from pleasant dream.
"Is there girl in the whole world like
her? think not"
Come, Forrest, what Is your ideal
"My ideal wife," he replied, dreamily,
is woman with golden hair and dark
eyes, skin Of lily,and roses, and figure of
elegant grsce; she must wear softly-
flowing white, brond-brimmed hat, aud
roses; and her voice-ah l wish you
could hear her yoice!"
"By Jovei 1abelieyel you hive seen
hcr!" aud The Speakers feet came down
from their elevated position with crash
that startled the dreamer into wakeful-
ness, but he quietly said:
you are right; hare seen her.
"Come," said the other, rs lie balanced
his cigar between thumb and forefinger,
and de1terously knocked the ashes from
the end with his little finger; ":h.::s
promising. Tell us about it."
Forrest looked him straight in the
face
"For two yesfs I have carried that pic
turo iii my heart, butt never give it
name. You may called it st. Cecilia, or
Diana Vernon" az [t.s.tlat~
"The, two combined might makea very
passable wife, but" and the shoulders
went-uP with very successful Galiic
shrug, there is to be dinner at Ball's
to-day. suppose you are going," and
Guy Logan stretched his graceful figure
and yawned preparatorysto rising For his
hat.
"No, it is, SO insuferably dull there
with three old maid daughters. prefer
to remain at home and write letters"
ITO tie fair one with .kegoldsn hair
no doubt" and with laugh Guy closed
the door a.a ran lightly down the stairs,
fragmentary tune.
Guy has given me hint. Shall l
net on it2"
He drew his handsome writing desk
toward him, toyed with the golden pen a
moment, then taking q sheet of paper,
with firmly-compressed lips, began to
write.
= l# y y
J "You say that you still love me. Per
haps you mean you love the air-featured
Clare Sno wdon you left two years ago.
What will you say-What cen you bay
when tell you=oh, how shuddef to
write it lone YEP. ago I became, q, vic;
ting to- that logtA jdiSeGA8 The slnalH
pof: NeeasI Serf aFmpre2 q shfnk sn6S
think this ahsweF Will aba sufficient to
iuell ali love for Glare Snowdon, whom
you loved fof ffdr beauty alone." }{i|
This was the letter Forrest received in
reply, TO, the wildly-pleading, passionate
one he had written two weeks ago. 1tJ1
"What must she think of me? NV
darling, to ma you viii always be heauti-
snl," he murmrred, passionately kissing
the delicate chirography. Then he once
more drew his desk to him and framed
the following:
"Clare. my Glare, my darling, beautiful
Glare, no matter If your eyes ara dim /;
no matter If your face is searled with
sears-to me you will be the same.
Write me only one little word; tell me
to CONS
"Come" 'F
That one "little word" in Clare's be.
loved c.i.ography set his heart wildly
q think the mocking-bird might make
Q. song of my hear.-6eats to-day" he
thought, as he rapidly rode toward the
ledly lane and little shop. i'n .t'ili
Again the sound of the hammer fell
on the eEs$n October air; again the hand
some hofseman drew rein hsfore the op2n
doorss-Clage-Ras unconscious of his-ap-.
Proach till his strong arm held her. to hia
heart 1ed warm Kisses fell ON the fare.