Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1878-06-04
WOODSTOCK, vT,, TUESDAY, JUNE 4, 1878.

clouds aud yariegated foliage, an(
thought perhaps II was time % return
TO London,
She had gone 10 s., weary will
a round Of fashionable life, iirea ol
Aattery, dancing alrllng, and she had
found rest and quiet under Mrs, Toll
mans motherly care, She was rich,
richer Tar than tho landlNdy had any
idea Of but she had ~ near relatives,
only q second cousin 10 keep her
lonely home aud play propriely,
Society constituted itself her anna
teur guardian, aud, lying back IN her
cushioned chair In the sunset glow,
she wondered iadoleOtly what society
would say about John Furber II
would grant him rare perfection Of
manly beauty Of face aud torn, aud
forgive the evident traces OF dissipa'
tion, II It was only known that he
was the son of a rich man, aud had
been educated an idlcr by profession,
but in what holy horror II would turn
away with upliiled hands when II was
known that he was disinheriied. with
no home but u room IN the hou'c Of q
widowed aunt cking out her narrow
Income by taking in boardcrs, 1t
would smile at his biting sarcasm, his
brilliant conversation, cynical sneers,
IL he was rcinslated In his fathers
favor, hut how rude these would he in
poor man.
Leonic, from thinking Of society's
opinion, quite unconscionsly glided
into considering her own. The dark.
browcd man had made q fair portion
Of her summer pleasure for three
months, had been her cavalier in
many country walks, drives, and sails,
had quoted poetry under trees, sung
in superb baritone upon murmuring
waters, looked into her eyes ON n
moonlit porch. and whispered delicate.
ly.wo,dcd hattery, No more than
many another man had done. A
beauty and rich, Miss Cameron had
looked upon more than one )anguish.
ing suilor, and forgotten him when
her amusement weared her. Scarcely
a Airt for she encouraged no down.
right love-making, but beautiful
fascinating woman who wounded
hearts with merely careless grace.
Musing in the sunset it was i'm
pressed upon the proud heart that un.
consciously she had poisoned d life
that was already sinking. There were
capabilities for better things than dis.
sipation or suicide in John Furber
and she shivered as she thought he
might be upon some dangerous preci-
pice, waiting for the clasp of the
hand to draw him back, or its repulse
to throw him over. She passed in
review her host Of male friends, and
found none who had wakened her
heart 20 hours of such keen pleasure
as John Furber had given her. She
tried to recall one mind whose grasp
of intellect had dwarted her down as
his had done, who had met her fairly |
in so many arguments and worsted
her, and she could only remember soft
Aattery Of her "wonderful mind"
Finally, lifting her eyes with soft
sigh, she saw him leaning against a
;ree opposite the low window, looking
1t her. A vivid flash stained her
,heek as he said
'What have you been thinking of?
You have not stirred for halt an hour.
Only that your eyes were open,
hould have thought you asleep.
your powers of observation are
marvellous, she answered, lightly. Il
vas dreaming
OF what 2
The world in general, my world in
,articular. 1t is almost time / re-
urned there.
She was prepared for some polite
how of regret, but not for the gbastly
hange in his face. o.,
She shuddered, remembering his
UNITS words.
Going away Why, Of course you
'ould be soon, he said trying to speak I
arelessly, while his eyes hungrily
evoured her face, and his white,
arched lips were drawn as if in sharp
hysical pain.
i have been here three months,
be SAID, feeling her own heart ache at U
is misery. i
yes, yes! You will go certainly.
And you,' she said very gently, v
'ou will be in the city, lpresume. | G
,ould be glad to welcome you to my a