The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1878-07-26

as sat by her side or listened tc
her dutelike voice. A thousand
times since have seen that flower
deckcd table again, in the lemon
grove, the cleaning glass and sil
yer, the beautiful fruit and flowers
above all, the queen rose that bent
herself to my amusement. She had
dawned upon me, and all precon.
ceived resistance was forgotten
| had little to say to Marian in the
homeward ride, and she laughed
lightly as | helped her from the
carriage and said again:
"Your heart, Audrey, take care.'
| had no heart, | didn't explain
this to Marion, but every bit al il
was in that lemon grove with Edna
| Vallery. | had sufficient mother
wit about me set, howevetl to fully
believe it was IA hopeless passion
| was nursing for the celebrated
beauty. 1 thought of brave Fred
ChaRcrs. | WAS only another fly
in the spiders web, "only this and
nothing more" | deliberated how
| best to extricate myself ole who
fights and runs away" suggested
itself but | was afraid of the nirth
in those bonhy eyes. No; was a
man, free to hold my own heart as
I chose my nerves were cool and
calm, | would not act the coward
in short, | would float with the
tide. Miss Vallery had asked me
to cali agaiu, and | would.
Do not go to Hollindes fora few
days, Audrey" said Marion.
| understand her. We were
seated at breakfast when she said
this.
at will be good tonic for that
wonderful vanity of Edna Val
lery'S.o
lived in a slow fever in the in.
term, and went in the course ct Il
week, and Marion accompanied me.
Women know best how to manage
women. Marion had once been a
beauty, and courted as much as
Miss Vallery, but Il little less in
clined to tiirt tor the simple amuse-
ment, | think. We were ushercd
into the cool, grand parlor at Hol-
lindes, aud found quite Il company
of callers. Miss Vallery was dis
tractingly agreeable to me, and |
was in the seventh heaven Of beati-
tude. | was the victim of fate that
was helping Edna Vallery to make
a fool of me.
" Have you seen my century
plant, Major Aimes! think the
rest OF the party have" And she
conducted he away through the
grounds. But before she had
reached the spot where the wonder
ful aloe bloomed, she turned to me
and said, in the coolest possible
manner:
" Why have you not been to Hol
lindess [ want the whole truth !
were you afraid of me ?"
| felt very much as / used to
when my tutor questioned me about
my misdemeanors, while ! tremblcd
in my boots, but | managed to say
in an equally cool tone:
"Afraid," and | affected the side
wise, wondering glance "No, why
should ! be 2"
1t was not honest, and | was
ashamed of the falsehood, but could
not res st the temptation just then.
| was delighted to see little pink
flush steal over her pearly face, for
| thought it proved my power to
move her to pique or something
akin to it,
How long shall you be with
your sister, Major AimeS," she
asked, holding a little hand under
the daintily cleft chin.
A month longer" | answered,
and we moved on to where the aloe
bloouned. | wondered then what
purpose she had in asking my plans,
but did not question her. What
she further said | cannot now re-
member, but it's general air of
resist-me-if-you-can | could never
forget.
"COme again." she said to me
aside, "when there are fewer guests.
and we will practice Mignon to-
gether," and | promised. | went
again and again and how kinder
she daily grewl The present was so
delicious the days passed by as a
beautiful dream. | was going away
two days hence, and would not see
her but once again before | said
good bye forever. [ meant to enjoy
these hours to their full, regardless
of the pain to follow in their wake
and the disappointment after all
was done. The moon was at its
tull, and we sat in the edge of the
lemon grove aud tile perfume of its
leaves was in the grove while
Edna's fingers strayed over the
strings of the soft guitor, and she
sung:
Going away, think you saidi
With never word for me;
Going away, and turn my head
In vain, for the sun in the West is dead
All dead ON the darkling sea.
The ships sail over the sea, ] know
Too far for Ifiaiden's sishtj
The ships sail on, the strong winds blow,
And SOME to the land of Orient 60
And some to the staIless night.
look, and over the sea afar,
The white sails flicker and CLEAN,
And the ship rides gaily over the bar,
But the night is bleak with never a star,
Aud my heart is sad with its dream.
Only The rim of the sea,s Ear strand