Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1878-08-01

her lips-hef lips that had sudden
ly grown white.
Oh, Wilson-Wiison can it be
He smiled.
Sweet, he said, j have loved You
for yourself alone. You believe
this, Eunice darling?
She was SO trne and loyal her
self, that she could not withstand
his tender, caressing words, and
when he drew her to him and kissed
her lips, she was content, even hap
py again, believing he meant noth-
ing by his careless words.
AS he drew her to him now, and
called her his darling, his own, her
heart beat wildly with mingled joy
and pain-joy at the knowledge OF
his love, and pain at the parting
before them.
The red rose she had first Offered
to Gny Winters was still in her
hand.
will take this for love token,
Wilson said, taking 1t from her,
and if ever love you less, [ will
send it 10 you, and you Will under
stand.
He spoke jestirgly, but her face
grew grave.
Wilson, she said, it might be that
in the future you would love me
less, and long for your freedom if
that time ever comes. promise me
you will send me this red rose,
write me no word or line, simply
send me this flower.
l promise, he said but as my
love will never grow less, you have
seen this red rose for The last time.
He drew her to him and kissed
her. Goodbye, MY darling, he
said, and he left her standing in
til falling shadows of twilight.
What will you wear tonight,
Miss Leigh ?
The grateful #othati standing at
the window turned slowly around,
ard answered in tone of intense
sweetness
| will wear black silk and lace,
Meta, with red roses in my breast
and hair.
But your white silk and pearls !?
l prefer black this evening, Meta,
the lady answered, geDtly5 then
turned around TO the tfindow again.
After s5me time she went over
to an inland desk, aud drew out a
letter written in clear bold hand,
and signed "Wilson Audrey"
1t was a passionate declaration
of love to the beautiful woman
holding it in her hand. She read
it slowly over, then from beside 1t
she lifted an envelope, directed iu
the same dashing hand to "Miss
Eunice Dalton"
Opening the envelope, she look
ed at what she had looked at a
hundred times before, faded June
rose, witSered and scentless; and
now you know that Miss Leigh,
whose wondrous voice had made
her famous, whose fare beauty and
grace bad turned mems heads
wherever she went, was Eunice
Dalton who had bidden her love,
farewell at the rustic gate, eight
years before,
The change in her life had come
suddenIy-an eccentric old lady
had heard her sing, and charmed
by the depth and power as well as
the very sweetness of her voice,
had taken her under her patronage,
aud placed her under the best
masters, and two years after had
the satisfaction of knowing that
her fair young protege was fated
to be ore OF The greatest singers in
the world.
But before all this had come the
falsity of her lover and the anguish
that nearly killed her, and then the
news that the old folks at the farm
we're dead, and that Guy had sold
out ard gone abroad then hel
Il W life began, ard people were
eHA A'iON OJ uSt OOoutiiuI So1SC
and men infatuated with her beau
tiful face, and when she returned
to her own land, from queening il
abroad, foremost among her lovers
was Wilson Aod,ey, who never
dreamed of her identity.
There was to be reception
there that evening, given. in honnl
of her, ana the creme de la crema
OF society would be there, auo
Wilson Audrey wonld be among
them, waiting to receive his aiiswe
from tle woman he loved.
There were many fair womel
present but Miss Leigh reigne,
queen, By right of her royal beau
ty, and Wilson Audrey watched
her with thrilling pulses, and won
dered how he ever believed b
loved woman before.
He was talking to- a grave, hahd
lsome hda11, whose earnest eyes ha,
wandered more than once to Mis-
Leigh's proud pale face:
They were Standing IN the shadol
of a bay window, and neither c
them noticed that a slender, statel