The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-01-25

grew grave.
Wilson she said, "it might he
that in the future you would love me
less and long for your freedom; II that
time ever comes promise me you will
send me this red rose; write me no
word nor line, simply send me this
flower.
lie drew her to him and kissed
her.
Goodbye, my darling he said,
and then he left her standing IN the
falling shadows Of twilight.
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"what will you wcsr tonight,
Miss Leigh
The graceful woman standing nj the
window turned slowly around and an.
swered, in a tone Of intense sweetness;
II will wear black silk and lace. Me.
ta," said the lady gently, then turned
around to the window again.
After some time she went to al in
laid desk, and drew out letter, writ.
ten in clear, hold hand and signed
"Wilson Audrey.
She read il slowly over, then from
beside it she lifted an envelope direct
ell, in the same dashing hand to Miss
Eunicc Dalton.
Opening the envelope, she 'ocked
al what she had looked at q hundred
times befIre, = faded, red June rose,
wiihered and scentless. and now you
know that Miss Leigh. whose womb
rous voice had made her famous,
whose rare beauty and grace had
turned mems heads wherever she went
was Eunice Dalton, who had hidden
her lovers farwell at the rustic gate
eight years before.
The changes in her life had come
so suddenly; an eccentric old laiy had
heard her sing. and charmed by the
sweetness Of her voice, had taken her
under her patronage and placed her
under the nest masters, and two years
after had the satisfaction Of knowing
that her fair young Protege was des-
tined to I've one of the greatest singers
in the world.
But before all this had come the
falsity Of her lover and the anguish
that nearly killad her. and then the
news that the old folks at the farm
were dead, and that Guy had sold out
and gone abroad, then her new life
began, and people were thrilled by
her beautiful voice. and men iniatua-
ted by her beautiful face, and when
she returned to her own land from
queening it abroad, foremost among
her lovers was Wilson Audrey, who
never dreamed Of her identity.
There was To he n reception iha
evening given in honor Of her. AM
the creme de Ia CREME Of society woult
be there, and Wilson Audrey would
he among them, waiting to receive hi
answer from the woman he loved.
There were many ladies present, bu
Miss Leigh reigned queen, by right oI
her royal beauty, and Wilson Audre,
watched her with thrilling pulses, and
wondered how he ever believed h
loved woman before.
lie was talking to grave, hand
some man. whose earnest eyes had
wandered more than once to Miss
Leigh's proud, pale face.
They were standing in the shadow
Of a large bay window. and neither Of
them noticed that slender, stately wo.
man, in sweeping robes of silk and
lace, who was leaning against flower.
wreathed columns little distance from
them.
at is good to see you again Win
ters, after all these years. Wilson
said, "and you have come out heart
whole as we'll" HHs.
Guy Winters face grew grave.
II came as went. Audrey" he
said, slowly. Surely You remember
Eunice Dalton
!. Wilson Audrey laughed lightly.
"Ah, yes. sure enough! well, Eu-
nice was pretty little thing, she
was"
"Eunice Dalton was the one woman
on earth to me-" Guy interrupted
"Had known she was not
your wife"
"Not my wife. No, thank good.
ness. Winters, ! do not mind telling
you, but have met AZ last the one
woman before whom my very soul
bows down. II wealth and energy
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