Middletown transcript., 1878-12-14
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Si@AJ Will u teaS6 vi dlIIOSI p6I1eCJ Dedl
ty, from the low, white brow to tn
daintly-rounded chin, with great an
Der eyes, and bronze bright hair, an
crimson, curving lips.
She went over to desk and too
from it two letters and a bunch {
faded flowers.
She opened one of the letters-th
one that had been laid in her han
that morning:
Miss WEsTERTON is it presumE
ton to ask you to give me your ans
wer tonight Evelyn, I cannot wait
It is cruel to keep me in suspense
You will listen to me tonight, m,
daling? With hope,
PHILIP FEEToN."
She smiled-a quiet little smile
and then she opened the other, and i
was the same elegant hand, but thu
ink was faded, the paper yellow will
age.
The smile on her lips deepened tc
one of scorn as she read, for perhaps
the thirteenth time in her life, the few
short lines:
'EvE.-When you read this what
will you say? Simply like me, that
fate has come between us-has been
too strong for us. My father will not
think of me wedding a-pardon me,
Eve, the words are his-a nameless
gnver1ess. l send you back the pur-
pie violets, for the past is dead be-
tween us. PHILIP FENToN."
And now you know that fair, child
ish Eve, who had bade her lovers
goodbye at the quiet sea shore, and
this fair proud heiress of the Westerton
wealth are one and the same.
It had been sudden-the change in
her life. A lonely governess for six
weary months, and then her adoption
by Mr.. Westerton for her strange
likeness to some friend he had loved
in his youth.
He took her abroad for her health,
he said, but in reality to give her the
polish of foreign manners.
And when she came back she
learned that the old folks at the farm
were dead, and that Denzil had gone
abroad.
Two years after Mr.. Westerton
died, leaving all his vast wealth to the
child of his adoption.
And the years passed on till girlish
Eve was d woman Of tWenty-six. so
rarely sweetly fair that men fell In
love With her, even though knowing
it hopeless, aud women enyied the
beautiful face, that won all hearts SO
easily
In the reception parlor she received
the guests, among fair women, the
fairest, haughtiest, queenliest of all,
by right Of her royal beauty.
In the shadow of one of the lace
draped windows stood Philip FentOn,
talking to dark. noble looking man
. gentleman who had come with
some friends of Miss Westerton.
He would scarcely be called hand
soma man, yet there was some rare at
tractiop in his grave, dark eyes and
smile.
Neither offhe gentlemen noticed
slender figure, in silyer-gray, that
stood qnietly watching the dancers, in
he shade ofthe vine-wreathed column
near them.
ut is a good thing to see you again.
Philip said, and you come as you
vent, heart-whole and free?'
"Free-yes," the other answered,
yravely. @But surely, Philip, you re-
member l loved Eve. I did not go
leart-whole, but 1 return as I went.
Had I dreamed that Eve was not
vour wife, Philip, would have re-
urned years ago"
A laugh broke from Fentons lips.
"No, thank goodnessl To tell the
ruth, Orme, | thought little Eve
cry winning, I-I-exeuse me; what
meant to say was, never till within
bis year have I known what it was
o love woman, and now
Il don't see," Denzil said, chow any
ne, once loving Eve, so fair, SO pure
nd true, could ever love another.
IS for me, a cluster of flowers she
ave me- Then, seeing the smile
n Philips face; "She was very fond
purple violets, do you remember,
'hilip?"
Philip laughed again.
"Why not seek your early love,
18th the sun-tanned face and down. /
ast eyesf Perhaps you might find
er."
Denzil orme's face flushed angriIy.
"Be careful, Philipp Then, chang {
g, eff I could only find my lost dar- I
ng-" t
A sweet, clear voice interrupted I
lem, and a graceful woman, in silken
ssue, with gold and amethyst bands q
lcircling her rounded throat and /
ms, and violets in her waving hair, /
ood before them. d
"Denzil, / am herel Heaven has q
ken care of me. all these years. Oh, n
EMIL, did not your heart whisper it t
as I?"