The Morning herald., 1878-07-12

|-pbtsd the scene. she was the living,
Breathing being needed in the room to per-
feet the glowing picture, Every turn of
Fher we'll poised head every step seemed to
shadow forth the natural dignity of
womanhood. This.is Maude, the daughter
Of Judge Clinton, his idol, and the beloved
of her friends. {1rq ore an vd Dagaaa
"A perfect woman. nobly planned. '''' 'o'
d TO warm. to comfort and command" 1aH
70 She walked to the table, and at once
noticed that the flowers were missing, won
dered where they could have disappeared,
made inquiries Of the other members Of
the family, VI and finally gave it up as a.
mystery. shi ga 'ar" 'f7'o '5 1"a III" zli
The next day. Arlington, on: whom tho
unseen lady had made such an impression,
placed the rosebuds in his button-hole
|. before going out. Why he did SO would
be hard to define, a,... .,......,.a .-.,.,..
That afternoon, Maude was returning,
from making calls and walking along with
her own regal air and elastic step, when
she met Arlington St. Clair, unknown t0s
her, of course. He saw her soma distance
before him, and, struck by her appssfance,
not thinking of his last nights Vadvshtprep
he continued to survey her until they came
up to each other. She looked IL him
earelessly, as one does when meeting. 4
stranger, but Withdrawing her eyes they
rested upon the two rosebuds and the spray
of green. He marked the glance, the
startled look, then their eyes met In one
searching gaze, and that was all. Arlington
looked after her retreating form, and said
to himself + NJ
II have found herl knew she must
be beautiful, but I did not dream of SO fine,
so stately woman. She is my ideal Oh,
if I could only win her But how 70 GET
an introduction" s51s. ts-5 fss,,5.ss.
Mande went home, and In the solitude Of
her own room, with her eyes fixed upon
tho empty vase, pondered. Those buds
worn by that gentleman who looked at her
with such admiration in his eyes, were just
like hers; but, pshaw they were not hers
how could he get theme And she dismissed
the subject. ny ]. a'f 10 -
May, like the swell Of some sweet tune,
had glided calmly into June, which had
given place TO July-hot, dusty, intolerable
and the more favored denizens of the city
escaped to the seaside, the mountains, the
country homesteads anywhere out of the
dust and sultriness of the city. Among
these was Arlington st. Clair, who was glad
to escape for few weeks from his confined
Office to inhale the salubrious seaside air.
and find his head grow cooler and his
mind clearer amid the resting influences
of nature. ...'.....~,
On the second evening after his arrival.
he was sitting on the cool piazza, lazily
thinking and hearing unconsciously the
subdued roar Of the waters, when he
noticed a lady and gentleman coming to-
ward the house, from the beach. When
they were quite near, he all at once started
up with look and attitude that betokened
a7deep interest. In the gentleman, tall
and fine looking, he recognized Judge Clin-'
ton, whom he had known the last winter in
connection with legal matters. He further
saw, with heightened interest that the lady
on the arm of the judge was she whom he
had met on the street, and whose acquaint-
ance he had SO longed to make. The
Judge, recognizing him at once, fastened
to greet him cordially. " r
"why, st. Clair, you hereS am glad
to meet you once more. Allow me to pre-
sent my daughter 'Maude, this is the
young lawyer of whom you have heard me
speak"
q As each acknowledged the Introduction
with well-bred grace, Maude knew that
\ some where before she had met the glance
of those handsome, searching eyes, and
swiftly, on;the rushing tide Of memory was
borne to her the recollection of the gentle
man she met on the street with two rose
buds and spray Of green so like her lost
ones in his coat. AZ
.
Down on the sanded beach, in the cool of
the afternoon, paced Maude, deeply think.
ing. During the past few weeks she had
been much in the society of st. Clair.
They had walked, drove and sailed to-
gether, and now she was acknowledging to
herself that she was more deeply interested