The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1879-04-24
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ball chandelier, Be advanced 10 her side
and syiny delsisiug hand on her srlsli
CARED At her tor momea, with edmirins
eyes.
Yoa are TOO beaaiilul to be throws
away, 1--we.
Tier bssuliful eyes drooped nutii The
violet IRIS va yelled wisb The long silkeu
lAshes that gave her face ohArm peca-
llariy its own. Her iawny golden hair
vas rlcb, wsvy aud abundant; her com
plcxlou was perfect 10 Us way -ihe
creamy white, iaiuuy relieved by touch
Of crimson 10 the cheeks, aud her agure,
iraped ln costly white lace robe, loop
ed ~ here aud there With buuches oi
blue yiolets, was small aud graceful.
You would no, Ike to give up this
aud this would you, Eve!
Robert Laughr,'s voice softened as be
touched Biz ysung sisters dress and
jewels.
No, Eve says slowly, do not know
what you mean, Robert. | have no in
tentiop of giving up any Of my luxuries.
Bat you must, unless
lie paused abruptly aud set his teeth
together, as II afraid to speak further.
Unless whslY
Ob, nothing. But, Eve, If Gerald Ash
burton offers you any attentions tonight,
accept them eraciously, won't your
Gerald Ashburton Ewes eyes flew
wide open with vicious susp. tie is the
most contemplate msn know.
Eyelyni YOU did not think so once.
See here, Robert, DO you know what
think nowY Eve stood on tip,toe to put
her hands on her tail brothers shoulders.
| do not believe tie il Gerald Ashburton.
What
Robert Langhry trembod with excite.
ment.
| say I do not believe he is Gerald
Ashburlon. The Gerald we once knew
was gente-h hearted, generous aud just.
This man is as cruel as the grave.
But bis father, Eve. General Ashbur-
ton would surely know his own son. Ten
year. Of foreign travel changes mans
looks, tastes and tempers wonderfully,
said Robert, smiling down into the puz-
led face,
II may be. But respected the Gerald
that went away; | despise The man that
comes back bearing his name.
Why, Eve!
tell you don't know; with an impa'
tieul stamp OF her foot; but | don't like
bin. There is something wrong about
hm; cannot tell what.
Bat you must be civil TO him, Eve.
What iorI
Because | wish il.
Robert WINGED under Ewes gaze.
That is not the reason. You have an
other--l see il in your face. Tell me
what il is, Robert.
Tomorrow will do.
lie tried TO laugh gaily, but Eve de-
tected the nervousness in his voice.
Brother, you are not well-or troubled
-or something, cried Eve, clssping his
arm tightly.
Nonsense, Eve, Pm well enough. Go
and enjoy yourself
He hastily wrapped the cloak around
her shoulders, and hurried her to the
carriage; for if there was anything that
completely uunerved him, il was Ewes
tenderness.
An hour later Eve was one OF the gay
est IN Mrs. 'Rolfes aristocratic assembly.
Her fresh yonng face was one of the most
admired 10 the room, aud crowd OF ad
mirers were continually around her. One
in particular "a tall, bronzed gentleman,
with dark, faihomiess gray eyes, haunted
her like shadow. His wealth aud posi-
ton were nnquestionable, for General
Ashburton's sou was heir to millions.
Therefore it is not TO be wondered that
many bright eyes followed him, or that
gracious smiles greeted him on every
side, yet without avail, for Gerald Ash
burton had eyes for no one but Evelyn
Laughry, who shranked from bis alien-
lions with a dread she could not under.
stand. She had Known Gerald Ashbur-
ton IRON childhood, and the iriendliest
feelings had once existed between them,
but an icy wall Of eodness, worldliness
or diflidence seemed TO rice between them
barrier Eve could not understand, and
one which Gerald seemed determined to
pas, for he allowed no opportunity Of
serving ber TO elude him
Eve hsd more than once doubted tie
identity OF the man, but she could not,
for her lille, tell why Ills own father
surely would detect any imposition; then
why should she doubt him, she often
thougbf, bat every glance Of his dark,
cruel eyes only strengthened the doubt
She resolved TO lest bis memory.
Mr.. Asbburton, she began, as they
s,ooi under tall magnolia, in her
friends conservatory, little Floy died
sbout iwo weeks after you ien for
I Europe.
I Al, poor girl, sighed Ar. Ashburtou-
perpleTed iook on his face.
Girl echoed Eve, her violet eyes
watching bim keeuiy. | think your
memory i a. fault. Ii was not a girl
{ you left IN my keeping.
Al, indeed, l--dont remember. Ills
face vas growing crimson. have tor
gotten 30 many things.
Bot yOu would 40, have forgotten that
-ai Least I promised Gerald AshbursoD
10 give Fioy baek to bin When be return.
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