Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1878-11-02

you know anything of her?"
1 am ashamed to say almost crept
along in my anxiety to hear the an
swer.
"My young sister who was at school
with her, says it was talked in the
achool that Miss Vivian used to meet
-clandestinely, of course-a French
man of excellent family, until she
grew tired, and Tilted him"
"Runcorne is in love with her al
ready, I'm afraid. I'd lather he
would marry the wears niece, though
she's a vain little thing"
"If l can't have him, she shan't 7"
l muttered. And with this wicked
dog-in-the-manger thought in my
heart, l entered the drawing room in
time to see q deep blush overspread
my cousins cheek at some implied
compliment from Guy.
If ever 1 saw the first dawn of love
"a pure, ardent love-on woman s
face, it was on Madge Vivian's when
l approached, with the deliberate in
tention to do all in my power to
wreck her newly-found happiness.
How vividly remember commenc-
ing my evil work
How l turned and twisted the sto-
ry l had overheard, until l succeeded
in holding my cousin up to Guys
scorn as a heartless jilt.
So, day after day did I persevere,
and ere a week was over, Madge grew
pale and spiritless, and Guy wretch
edly restless. He was trying to con-
quer his love for her without success;
and while he hesitated to ask an ex-
PLANTATION, she was too proud to ten
der it unasked.
At length the crisis came. Guy
had received message demanding his
immediate presence in London; and
q determined look on his face, I con-
jectured, and rightly, that he had
formed some resolution regarding
Nudge.
1t was evening, but the summer
twilight was clear and light. I was
sitting in the library, in the deep en-
brasured window, and my eyes were
gradually being opened to sense of
my great wickedness, when Guy en-
tered hastily and drawing the materi-
ais towards him sat down to write.
was just about to move, when he
arrested my attention by murmuring,
II will write, and if she does not re-
ply to my letter, will never see her
more y
So he was writing to her. All my
bitterness rose again, and taking up a
book l sat still in the shadow. 1t
was growing dark, and could only
see to read the heading which was
printed in large type-one of my un-
cles sermons. There was the title,
"Vi,aci Veitas" Truth Conquers.
" Vlncit Veritas - Truth con-
quers," repeated I, again and again
until the words seemed burnt into my
very brain-until l could think Of
nothing else until in a moment of i'm
patience 1 .hrew the book on the floor
making Guy, who was just enclosing
his letter in an envelop, start from
his chair.
Then with another lie on my lips
I apologized, saying I had no idea he
was there.
Miss Vivian has kept her room all
day." he said, rather nervously
"May I ask if you will give her that
letter? 1 must take the nine o'clock
train for London"
And he gave the letter into my
ready hands.
I left the room, ostensibly on my
errand but instead of going up stairs
went out into the garden, down the
path, opened the gate, and stood il
the chestnut tree avenue.
If no reply came, Guy would g
away and my scheming would have
triumphed.
Yet, as l walked, I could not ge
that old sermon out Of my head, anc
"Vlmcit Veritas' seemed ringing II
my ears.
Fairly haunted by that old sermon
l turned and hastily walked back, en-
tered the house and as the old clocl
in the hall was striking eight, I me
Guy at the door Of tho library, wit
his face white, and lips drawn dowr
as with sudden pain.
"You cave Miss Vivian NV letter ?