Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1878-11-23

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l cannot let you gol Eve"-then a
pause-''will you stay as my wife p
"Oh Denzil Denzil, II am So
Oh, Denzil, you do not mean itT"
81 mean it Eve. I love you dar-
ling"
"A little cry of pain interrupted
him.
"Do not tell me any more, Denzil
for I am engaged to Phillip Fenton. >"
The mans face grew deadly pale,
then with an effort he recovered
himself. .. a... r-au
''I believe Phillip Fenton is wor-
thy of you, Eve, and may you be hap
py, but Oh, my love-my love,
And then a silence fell between
them, broken first by Denzil again.
Had | known that, Eve, would
have spared you the pain Of listening
to me. Say goodbye to me now.
II would sooner now than in the
morning ..r . .e
"Good-bye," she said, softly, laying
her hand gently in his. ... ....
"Gcod-hye,' he answered, and then
he oent forward and kissed the fair
white brow. "Good-bye, my darling" :"
he said again. 2.,#
He turned away, then came back
again. "."' 81.
e.. e, "Will you give me the violets in
your breast, Eve, and I will keep
them until we met again
J Without a word she unfastened
the dainty cluster, then, raising them
TO her lips, she kissed them, and laid
them in his hand. '.'' ''
A little later Philip Fenton came
down to the sea shore-handsome,
naughty Philip Fenton, whom this
girl first idealized, then learned to
idolize with all the fervor of her
heart. ..
"I am going early tomorrow, Phil
ip," she said. r..,
81 don't sea little impatiently
"Why you 20 at all, I would much
sooner"
She interrupted him quickly.
"You know" she said, II have not
the slightest claim on the Ormes, ex-
cept the claim of love-
The mans face flushed, and the
girls quick eyes noticed it.
"Can it be, Philip-you know what
I mean-that you did not give it suf.
fcient thought before-before you
He bent down and kissed her.
"My love- he said, "you are al.
the world to me, my Eve, my prom.
ised wife.
He drew her graceful head down OF
his shoulder and kissed her ROSY
month.
"My Eve" he said caressingly
"you are sure you will be true te
me ?"
She smiled.
eyes I am sure and you, Philip ?
Some purple violets still clustered
at her breast.
II will take these" he said, "ane
whenever I cease to love you as I love
you now I will send them to you, and
Eve, you have seen the last of you:
cluster of purple violets."
All was light and splendor in tn
stately home Of Miss Westerton, ant
that lady herself stood dressed in he:
boudoir for the grand reception tina
would soon begin.
A tail, graceful woman Of twenty
six, with face of almost perfect beau
ty, from the low white brow to tn
daintily rounded chin, with great am
Der eyes, and bronze bright hair, ant
crimson, curving lips.
She went over to desk and tool
from it two letters and bunch O
faded flowers.
She opened one of the letters-th
one that had been laid in her han,
that morning.
"MIss WEsTERToN-Is it presumption
to ask you to give me your answer to
night? Evelyn, can not wait. 1t is cru
el to keep me in suspense. You will lste
to me tonight, my darling? With hops
"PH1LIP FENToN."
She smiled quiet little smile
and then she opened the other, an,
it was the same elegant hand, but th
ink was faded, the paper yellow wit
age.
The smile on her lips deepened t
one Of scorn as she read, for perhap
the thirtleth time in her life, the fey