The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-09-23

cooled her burning cheeks; but how her
loyal young heart ached in her bosom |!
Not for worlds would she have had Miss
Lucinda confirmed in her suspicion that
she loved Rupert st. Charles; but it was
the cruel truth. He was SO kind and
fine in his nature, so handsome and un-
spoiled by his rapid success in life, no
wonder the girlish heart worshiped him.
She had never believed that there was
anything between the cousins but cous-
inly kindness and freedom. But per-
haps others knew better; may be she
lcGS 'blind"
A feeling of bitter desolation fell upon
her as she entered the broad gates Of
Ryelands, whence her beloved father,
whose pet she had always been, had
been carried scarcely half year before
She loved Hermione, and had believed
that Hermione loved her best of any
thing in the world, but now it seemed as
if she had no home in any heart.
Mr.. ST. Charles beautiful mare Sui
! tana stood tied to tree. For the first
time the sight gave Linly pain instead
of pleasure. She did not wish to meet
him, and she turned away from the door,
and took the garden-path.
The grounds of Ryelands were old and
fine. The doctors large practice and
open-hearted hospitality had formerly
kept much state there, but of late all
was very quiet.
She saw no one, as her path wound
among the shrubbery; but soon she
heard voices. and pausing to learn what
direction they were in, the following
conversation forced itself upon her:
81 hardly know what to say"
"Dut, Hermione, surely you trust
me?"
Eyes; entirely. But, Rupert, wait a
year. My husband has been dead such
short time, and | shrink from such a
responsible act"
81 cannot wait year. You know how
lonely have been, and now that l love
one woman with my whole soul-and
she is free, and can at last take care OF
a wife-surely, Hermione, you will not
refuse p
Poor Rupert, love you SO much, how
can II"
Then you give yodr consent ?"
81 do" .....l a...,.... .4l. .!.tJ
Breathless and wild with pain, Linly
tore herself from the spot. She sought
the house now, and fleeing to her owl
room, cast herself across the bed, with
ing with anguish. Lost lost! They
had all left her! She had not one.
"The tea bell rang; she did heed it
Inquiring voices called her name; she
covered her ears with her hands. Twi
light and darkness filed the pretty whit,
room; the whip poor Wills call came OF
the dewy air, and the piano sounded
softly in the room below. 1t was Her
: mione's touch, and Rupert st. Charlie
was bending happily over "the woman
F he loved with his whole SOUL" no doubt
Poor L;nly! she wished she could cree
, into her fathers grave, and be out 0
the sight of their happiness.
By-and-by, in the stiffness, she hear
steps on the stair. Was Hermione com
, ing? Yes, the door opened, and Her
> mione's voice syllabled: Dear, are yo
here9 Why, we thought you had no
come from town"
She advanced into the room, putting
the light she carried under a shade il
the corner.
; "You have come home with head
y ache. know-the day has been so hot
but you ought to have drank some tea
!. Linly, dear" .r..... ......,.
t "The graceful fragrant form presse
the couch by the girls side; q tende
arm stole around her neck.
Il am glad we can be quiet. j hav
t something to tell you. Did hurt yo
Linly, with my ring? Why did yo
0 vince SO ?'
r "No, Hermione, no." feebly.
. "Linly, something has happened tc
D day, which gives me great hope an
n pleasure. Shall | tell you?''
+ The was little pause-such har
little pause.
4 "Yes"
"You have known my cousin, Rupel
, St. Charles, year, and you feel quit
we'll acquainted with him, do you not
"Quite WE'LL"
! "He is all he seems to be, Linly.
g think you like him."
, No answer.
! Il hope you do, dear, for he is jus
what a young man ought to. be-hono1
able, pure and steadfast- the woma
who has won his love is fortunate, in
;. deed-blessed, if she returns it-for