The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-04-26

that these names will serve to remind me
of your For do you remember that the
first time I ever saw you, you were picking
dandelions?"
'cro be sure I remember, and you helped
me, too, unmindful of your clean linen
suit" answered Myrtle softly.
"It's day I shall never forget" said
Philip Warren, and Myrtle was TOO happy
to make answer.
The next day he went back, to the city,
and though the little country maiden
watched for him long, it was full three
weeks before he came to her again. Then
he asked her to walk with him to the
meadow, as she flew to meet him with out
stretched hands.
"Myrtle," he said '1isten to me, for /
have something to tell you"
Myrtle bent her head toward him, con-
fident of what that something was. But
Philip looked at her gravely.
"Myrtle," he said, ri came into your
home, as you well know in search of health
My friends advised me to do so, and am
glad 1 did, as I have fully recovered. But
since my return to the city have met with
severe loss, and seek your sympathy.
For, Myrtle, only two weeks ago, buried
my first st-born-my baby girl-to whose ad-
vent had long looked as the one bright
spot in my life. But Myrtle, are you ill
You are not like yourselfl Tell me what
is the matter?"
| "No, am not ill.," said Myrtle, calmly,
the purple shadows beneath her eyes deep
ening. "What was it you were saying?
Go on, shall hear," she added-"but be
quick, please"
Before she was aware of it, Philip War
ren threw his arms about her.
"Myrtle," he said passionately, II have
dealt you cruel blow. Don't struggle 80,
darling; know it, and I have hesitated
long about so doing. For this summer has
been to me the one sunny spot in niy life
l have watched you long, Myrtle, and I
have thought that you dear heart had
passed into my keeping when first you met
me. and know mine fofsoak me when l
first saw your dear face. Yet I know it
was wrong for me to win your affections.
1 tried to feel only brotherly love for
you, but I failed. 1t proved to be a
stronger one, and was powerless to pre-
vent it. Then I was in hopes I had de.
ceived myself in regard to your feelings.
This was for your sake, darling, not mine,
and l suddenly told you of my afiiction,
knowing that by this means could tell fo,
certainty whether yours was sisterly affec.
ton or not. My ruse had its desired effect
saw your cheek pale, your lip tremble,
and I am wretched, for, Myrtle Sawyer
love you, and am the the husband o.
another"
For moment there was silence be
tween the two, then Myrtle spoke.
"Philip, tell me everything. Had yol
told me before you would have saved me ,
world of misery" and the sweet moutl
trembled.
81 was brute, Myrtle, yet could no
bear to break the spell your presenc
wove," said Philip, holding her hand guilt
ly, for she had withdrawn herself from hi
embrace. 'But listen; two years ago M
parents died. leaving me no property what
, ever. I disliked labor. I met ricl
heiress, and married her for her money
and she me for my good looks. Ours wa
the old story. We quarrelled; my healtl
became broken; my wife went home for
! season to her father, and came here.
met you, Myrtle, and you know th
rest. But my wife is fond of me i
her way. She loves pomp and show
while I love quiet, and we differ much
E She likes her fast horses and her wine, an
has her house and stables built in the mos
modern style. And, Myrtle, in the latte
r there stands only two creatures for whom
have the least affection. You know wins
they are, for you named them, and low
them for your sake. But, Myrtle, tw
t weeks ago buried from sight my frs
a born and only child. This was whs
b called me to the city, and explains my Ion
: absence. But we buried her, and as m
wife wished to bestow name on tho bah
who would never lisp the name of mother
d [ begged the privilege of naming her my
q self. Surprised at the interest manifested
: she humored me, and as the breath Wa
q leaving the little frame, I gave her th
!, uame Of Violet because the first time
q looked upon your face was in the time {
o violets Then robed in white, covere
= with sprays of myrtle, we laid her ava,
4 My wife has hardly rallied from the shocl
4 while II am doubly smitten. And nov
Myrtle, must go away from this villag
e and from yon. God forgive me for havin
!, blighted your young life-but Myrtle,
d love you! love you'll"
ooh, Philip" and two mournful ey,
d looked into his. Co." she said, in he