Connecticut western news., 1879-07-09
Renee'S Love.
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The sweet French Game foated ont from the open window of the cottage and Renee Courtland came out from the shadow of dropping trees, her broad hat hanging loosely on her shoulder where she had pushed it back from her face while standing in the shadow.
 Margaret Gray's voice ha1 roused the girl from dreams of Lester Sinclair, the handsome, blue-eyed stranger visiting at the house that nestled amid linden trees in the hollow below where the old fashioned cottage of the Grays stood. She had been dreaming of his deep, laughing eyes, his sunny, chestnut curls, his gay, nonchalant manner that always changed to tenderness for her. Whatever was the charm of Lester Sinclair,s manner, he had surely won the first tender love of Renee Court lands gir1ish heart
 Years before, the father Of Rance Courtland had left her to the cara of Margaret Gray--fair, calm Margaret Gtay-who had been his gi,l-loye in their early youth, and who bad never married in memory of that first love- dream.
 She scarcely knew herself what had come between them, only 1t had ended 1n bitter words and still more bitter part. ing, and then, in his passcn, Charles Courtlan3 had married pretty, dark eyed French girl-the mother of Renee Years after, when his wife died, ht had come to his early love and asked her to be his wife and g mother to his child.
 But, with all her gentleness, Margare Gray was prouder tban many haueht, women, and she gravely answered hin -" Mo-" Gently, almost gorrowfully yet still it was "No"
 He made no second anpeal, knowin! how useless it would be.
 But when, three years later, deatl called himself, he left his orphaned penniless child to the care of Margare Gray.
 The child had grown up to a dark slender maiden, with great gray eye and childlike smile, to be the da1lin, of Margaret Gray's beart and tie day star of Victor Gray's life.
 Some distance down the road, Veto Gray stood leaning against tree, hi face grave and thoughtful, even beyon it's won't.
 He was not handsome man, this Vic tor Gray.
 but there was something better tha beauty in his proud, dark face, for mar hood was stamped on his broad brow Courage, honor and truth gieamed i ms eyes, and though the general e1 pre5slon of his face was stern, his smi] could be gentle almost as woman's. an this man loved pretty, childish Rene with all the strength Of his heart, an she-weil, she loved Lester Sinclair.
 He threw away his half-burned cigs and turned towards the cottage, his fat still gravely stern.
 Renee came to meet him.
 "Oh, Victor, can't go down to Ra mond's this evening? Kathie is goi1 to have croquet match. Margaret sa, no, but you-oh, Victor, may I not gc You might come with me, Victor. Kath asked you"
 He looked at the pretty, childish fac
 Yes, l will go, Renee," he said.
 Two hours later Renee came doy looking like wild rose in her pir k mu lin robes, with clustering fl overs Tn h breast and hair.
 They We're rather early ip the croqr ground, 80 Kathie and Renee 1lsy.d game by themselves.
 Victor Gray watched Renee with p; sionate, plying eyes, knowing the p, in store for her, which ne had been cowardly, he thought bitterly, to wa her of.
 II could not tell her," he said, "a yet wish had.''
 He watched her wistfully, turni pale as he saw how her eyes wande, to the gate.
 She had thrown her hat aside and soft breeze lifted the short, dark GU off her low brow and deepened the r tint on her cheeks.
 He say the red lips part in smiles tie lovely dark eyes deepen, and tu ing towards the gate he saw Lester