The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1878-09-12

hand to draw bin back or ils repulss y
thrust him over. sae passed In review
her host Of male friends and found noue
who bad awakened her heart to hours OF
such keen pleasure As John Furber bad
given hsr. She tried 10 recall one mind
whose grasp Of intellect bad dwarfed her
own As his had done, who had met her
fairly in SO mauy arguments and worsted
her, aud she could only remember soit
fatiery OF Der wonderful mind.
Finally lifting her eyes With soft Sigh
she saw him leaning against tree oppo.
site the low window, booking at her. A
vivid fiush stained her cheek as he said:
Whist have you been thinking OF! You
have not stirred for bah an hour. Only
that your eyes were wide open, should
have thought you asleep.
Your powers OF observation are mar
velous, she answered lightly. was
dreaming.
OF whsig
The world generally, my world in par
ticuIar. II is almost time ] returned
there.
She was prepared cor some polite show
OF regret, but not for the ghastly change
in his face.
She shuddered remembering her aunt's
words.
Going awsyl Why, OF course you
would be soon, be said, trying 10 speak
carelessly, while his eyes hungrily de-
voured her face, and his white parehed
lips were drawn as II in sharp physical
pain.
have been here three months, she
said, feeling her own heart ache at his
misery.
Yes, Yes! You will 90 certainly.
Aud you, she said, very gently, you
will be in the city, presume. should
be glad to welcome you TO my house.
No, he said hsrshly, | will not take ad-
vantage of your kindness; am man
your friends would tell you to shun, Miss
Cameron-a man who has wasted his life
I'LL il is too late to take up the threads
again. You do not know, perhaps, that
my aunt keeps me here from chsrityl
know you Nave offended your father,
she answered.; but you are man scarce
ly thirty, and il is cowardly to talk OF de.
spSir at your age.
| Her words cut him like whiplash.
The dark blood mounted TO his forehead
as he repeated;
Coward might light the whole world
yet, but, and here bis tone was bitter,
and yet strangely pathetic, the battle is
scarcely worth winning. What would !
gain? Money! do not value ii. Posi-
tion? | have thrown 1t behind me.
have played the fool and must take
fools wages.
will not have you say 80, she said,
reused by an earnestness she had never
intended to betrsy. You shall not use
lessly throw away your life.
A hope sprang TO bis eyes, new there,
lighting them to a dazzling radiance.
Miss Cameron-Leouie, he cried, were
there a prize to win, were ones hearts
hopes centered upon me, ! would trample
down these demons of temptation, |
would prove myself man if | had any
motive.
There was no mstaking the prayer in
his ewes, the pleading in his voice.
Only for moment, close to the win
dow, before a hand like snowflake fell
upon his shoulder, a voice, low and sweet
murmured in his ear:
She was gone before be spoke again,
and he wandered off to the woods TO
muse upon the possibility Of this new
life.
The next day Mrs. ToIman lost her
summer boarder. Society, languidly con-
templatiug Miss Cameron for the next
three ears, found her eccentric.
She was gay aud grave by flashes,
fascinating ia either mood, but she was
mysteriously uuapproachsble.
The bravest suilor found himself met
at the point where friendly attention
emerged iulo lovers devotion by wal
OF icy reserve that was impossible. She
never firted, but she bad the reputation
of fiirt because she was popular aud sd.
mited aud remained single until twenty
seven. She WAS known TO be truthful,
and che had distinctly told several in-
/ quisilive lady friends that she was mol
: engaged so there was not even the spice
of romance In the gossip.
s. knew her not IN those three years
, but Mrs. Tollman was the recipient Of
various hampers Of city delicacies from
her and would acknowledge the same BY
letter.
! One OF these, dated three years after
D the beautiful Miss Cameron left s.
: after elaborateIy thanking that young
J lady for hamper OF dsintes, added
9 DO you remember my nephew, Johr
] Fufberl lie left me the day after yot
/. did. and frelied more than little. Bu
3 he took turn for good, heaven be thank
/. ed. He worked himself up, aud TO-DAY
: be writes me be has made friends will
e bis father again, aud is to be taken part
ner in a commercial house. His fsther'I
: TO bay il, but Johns earned aplace too
o by hard, honest work. Oh, my dear, In
d happier than ever thought TO be. Per
!. baps you've heard Of the house 10 Lon
q don that John is 10. Bot III not tire yor
), writing about my affairs. | wouldn'
Il only | though, perhaps you'll remembe
e John.
: Ia London, Leonle mnrmured 50 nes
l. me All these years, and never seeking me
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