Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1879-09-25

They were ~ sitting q u IN fke yellow
drawing-room-ssme II - asaned twi-
light longer there HSen xk everywhere
else-and ROsamona % sssa hsr pot
pourri in the old claFps rza ar b.
tween the windows; ed ii snses lhlnt odor
Of rose-Ieaves stole thTan Dm shas the
cd people Ssit = L kha4 gaasw md the
time was jane again.
at 10 too p0wssfn ngham,
waving her big psaesz
ssToo powerfal nntsing
nmax - sSs ssssst !.
brushed into - sosk = = s.N64 Eor
me. Nothing i 20 pleasant 70 Ne . the poe
pOurri, and In the old jaF, too. II l. not the
rose, but II il the memory Of the rose. tbFings
back al my youth. And although age l. plea
SAINT enough as it comes TO me, Jet youth was 50
very sweet-sc very sweet, my dear" and the
silver voice paused, while slender hand vent
searching through the purple gloom for another
old hand, and found 1.-THE hand Of espeak-
ers husband. "People think 1t 30 sad 70 grow
old" she said. ''But every year has been to me
like another step on an upward path to para
disc. Ones wings are growing all the way
And one has 30 much 70 remember, to look back
on when one pauses, to see in new lights. DO
you suppose that either Of Us would change places
with Rosamond and Beltran there, who have life
before them7 p
"NOt l." said the voice that responded.
"Not that you would not be glad to live your
seventy Summers over again, Paulf'
81 am sure Of that now, at any rate, - said the
husband. 81 have them. Nothing can take
them away from u.s.
"And we ask nothing more" she said, ethan
to be lald in the same grave when the long night
comes.'
"And the endless morning." he murmuEed.
"And even that endless morning can hardly
be brighter than some Of the mornings Of our
youth-than the morning when we FIRST made
the pot-pourri, Paul. You remember that morn
ing, Paul?"
'Do you remember 1t, Aunt Persia" asked
Rosamond.
'tShaIl ever forget ?" she said, with a low
sweet laugh. "Why, when / am dead, remem-
brance of that morning will bloom out Of my
grave like a flower And yet it was much such
morning as any days last month-only so
glorious, so gilded, so fall of sunshine But
what a. gray and lowering, shOwering dawn it
bad If we had never had that little quarrel,
Paul. All l was so sad when parted the cur
tains that daybreak. / thought was done with
life-and il VAS q PITY 10 Young
Here Rosamond pinehed Beitran's arm.
$50 young. And might bare been so blessed, "
said her Aunt Persia. 'Tf gave that morning
just the swiftest glance across that garden to
Pauls window, and saw that he sat there over
his book, he could not tell. And then dressed
myself; and thought Of some young girl being
dressed for her grave. And then pinned up
my white frock-G Ia Eareuss, you call il now,
Rosamond-and went down TO the rose-garden
to pick the flowers with the dew on them for the
pot-pourri that grandmAmma had hidden me
never to forget in the time Of roses
" 1t was the time Of roses,
We plucked them as we went"
sang Beltran. half under his breath.
"And ! plucked them till the basket on my
arm was heaped. The rose-garden was just as it
Is to-day, on terrace higher than the rest Of the
garden. And when turned about saw Paul
had come down, and was walking in the poplar
alley of his grandfather's garden, bare-helded,
with his head fallen on his breast. All, how
beautiful he was SO tall, 50 dark, so like a fal
len star. And loved himso and we had quar-
relied. had been miserable just forty-eight
hours. II seemed to me that had never been
happy. had lost my youth; | was old; had
~oyne in tn TIE shadov, Thara vvav a nother vnuno
girl, she said, after q moments pause, as ifeven
the sorrows Of youth had their sweetness that it
was good now TO remember t'that Paul grand
father had chosen for him 10 marry. I Llay speak
about it now, ! suppose; she long since ceased
to care; she was, she is, nv dearest friend, and
Paul has always loved her as brother. She
has had many suitors since; with one of them
she Plighted faith, and 50 she has kept her tryst
with death. But IL thorght that because
adored Paul, all the world was at his feet; and
when his grandfather said this other was to be
his choice, with her great fortune At command,
and remembered that had only this old house
and its belongings for my fortune. why, then
looked well after my lover. Yes, be was my
lover. I had felt sure Of that although he had
never said 50, never exacls3 u 30 in words;
but we do not always need words And now,
all at once, all in twinkiing, as II the sun bad
gone out at noon, be was the lover Of another
girl And could not hare believed or dreamed
that the fortune would hare made any difference
with Paul or the grandfAthes's wish, or hea-
ven's thunder-bolts even, before saw Il myself.
saw IL myself. ! saw hin 60 and turn the mu-
sic as she played upon the harp, and bend over
IL with the color on his cheek, and an angry Gre
in his ere when the ere fell askance on me.
saw him lift her from her saddle at the gate Just
down the street, and 60 in with her, and stay
till, an hour aflerward, gr0om came and led
the horses OF. saw him lettering with her In
the lane, bat they did not know saw, and
heard his miserable old grandfather come hob
bling up our steps, rubbing bis hard hsnds, and
talking to my father Of Paurs lucky Bit And
90 I knew that be had fofsaken meme, the
child that had worshipped hsm from the cradle.
And I meant to die as sooa a. could; but in
the meantime, if il killed me itself to hide it,
they should never know cared. Yet was not
angry; in some way, some strange way, il was
Paul who was angry. who would not speak to
me, would not glance At me, would rot cone
near me, said sharp and bitter, altnost iasolent,
things in my presence, and seemed TO try to hurt
me al he could. II was not in his manner, n
II he had found some one still dearer to hin than
J. bat as il be hated me, thought. for Just ex-
isfinv uow IN we'll Il broke me haNrtf al